Page 68 of Fair Catch

“Does it fucking matter?” he mutters before grabbing my wrist and hauling me toward his room. I go willingly, my heart hammering in my chest harder than it was an hour ago at practice.

Anticipation has my entire being vibrating with need as Hayes closes us in his bedroom, and it only builds more when he grabs my shirt and yanks it over my head without any preamble. His is gone seconds later too, along with his jeans, leaving him only in a pair of tight, emerald briefs while I slowly strip down to match him.

I take the opportunity to map his near-naked form, unable to stop myself.

“God, how do you look this good when you’re not an athlete?” I mumble, my fingers greedily tracing the valleys between his abs and the defined ridges of his pecs.

The question being more of a rhetorical one than anything, Hayes answers it anyway, grinning as he pushes me toward the bed.

“Normal people go to the gym too, you know. Even the nerdy ones.”

“So that’s where you were all those hours you were avoiding me,” I muse, dragging him to the mattress with me. He lands over top of me with a thud “And here I thought you would be holing up in the library reading Tort Law just to pass the time.”

He shakes his head, brushing a kiss over my jaw. “Nope, but I did memorize the first three hundred digits of pi.”

“Tell me you’re joking.”

“Not at all,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to my mouth again. “It’s called balance.”

This guy. I swear, he’s planning to surprise me at every turn.

There’s little talking after that, his tongue diving between my lips and stealing my ability to think, let alone speak. My hands skate over the smooth expanses of his back and shoulders while he rolls his hips down into mine. Our bodies move in sync with each other, grinding and groping with fevered enthusiasm while our mouths fuse down to the cellular level.

And fuck, I might come in my underwear for the second night in a row at this point.

Hayes has other plans, though, because he breaks the kiss, licking and nipping at my jaw and throat before he whispers against my skin.

“How far do you want this to go?”

I hadn’t really thought about it, only that I’m desperate to get my hands and mouth on him again. I know I’m not ready for actual sex, but I’m not against anything else.

“I…don’t know,” I say slowly, realizing that’s probably not the answer he’s looking for.

His mouth continues trailing over my neck, working down to my collarbone as he ruts against me, the friction from our dicks rubbing through our underwear making it hard to focus on his questions.

“Well, would you rather give or receive?”

I shake my head, hands clinging to his shoulder. “I don’t know.”

His mouth is at my nipple now, tongue licking around the tight bud before taking it between his teeth.

“How do you like to be touched?” he murmurs once he releases it, only to move to the other.

Fuck.

“I don’t know that either.”

He stops suddenly and leans back, looking down at me. Letting out a frustrated laugh, he rakes his fingers through his dark hair. “What the helldoyou know, Kase? I gotta know where to start.”

“That I have no idea what I’m doing, so why don’t you stop asking me questions and just fuckingteachme?”

The words leave my mouth with exasperation, full of so much flustered emotion, it leaves Hayes momentarily speechless. Stunned into silence as he stares at me beneath him, naked save for my briefs.

But then he starts laughing, and I’m instantly mortified.

I feel the heat creeping up my neck and chest, embarrassment visibly tinting my skin like it always seems to when it comes to Hayes. Only, instead of choosing to smirk and ignore it the way he normally does, he just keeps laughing.

“If this is payback, it really isn’t fucking funny.” I look away, unable to meet his gaze. “At least you weren’t almost fucking naked when I did it.”

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