Page 136 of Breakaway Goals
Hope to see you tomorrow,he wrote back.Breakfast in bed?
Think we can arrange that,Morgan said.
Satisfied that he’d worn Morgan down sufficiently that he had a good chance of getting sex along with his coffee in the morning, he turned on his white noise and let it carry him to sleep.
It was long past midnight when Hayes finally turned into his driveway.
The outside lights were on, which he expected, but after pulling into the garage and grabbing his duffel from the back seat, he was surprised to see one of the kitchen lights, the dim one over the sink. He was pretty sure he hadn’t left it on, but maybe his housekeeper had, accidentally. As he toed his shoes off, he considered it. Couldn’t remember if she’d been scheduled to come by while he was gone, but between the season and Morgan distracting him, it wasn’t a stretch to think he’d just forgotten.
He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and dragged his tired ass towards his bedroom, stopping in his tracks, sure that his exhaustion was playing tricks on him.
Because the room wasn’t dark and his bed wasn’t empty.
Morgan grinned at him, in that smug way of his that might’ve been more annoying if he wasn’t mostly naked and currently waiting up for Hayes to come home. Like hebelongedhere.
“Hey,” Morgan said, like his appearance was nothing. Like Hayes had known he’d be here. And maybe he should have. He’d sent the picture, hadn’t he? And heavily hinted that he’d wanted Morgan to let himself in in the morning and find Hayes in bed.
This wasso much better.
“Hey,” Hayes tried, trying to keep his voice even. But he probably looked overwhelmed with the surprise of it. Thrilled about it, too.
“Surprise,” Morgan said, patting the bed next to him. “You wanted me to come over tomorrow morning . . .” He paused, checking the nonexistent watch on his wrist. “Andtechnically,it’s morning.”
“It is.” Hayes gave up on keeping anything steady. He was still standing halfway between the doorway and the bed. Was afraid if he took one step, he’d take half a dozen and crawl right onto Morgan, refusing to take no for an answer.
“And,” Morgan said with a shrug that was clearly supposed to be casual, but looked way too practiced toactuallybe, “I always hated coming home from a road trip, late at night, to an empty dark house.”
Hayes did not fall to his knees. He did not. But he thought about it.
He did drop his bag to the floor and finally cross over to the bed.
“Come here,” Morgan said, and he didn’t need another invitation.
He’d thought about taking a long hot shower and falling into bed, but all those thoughts were wiped from his brain. Hayes wanted only one thing.
Shucked his sweats. Crawled right over Morgan’s body, gasping a little as Morgan tugged his T-shirt off, and they pressed together, skin to skin.
“Hey,” Morgan said, cupping his cheek as Hayes leaned close. He still looked smug, but how could Hayes even be annoyed about that when he hadthis, when Morgan was in his bed?
“Already said that,” Hayes teased.
“Missed you, glad you’re back,” Morgan said. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
They could talk about how bone-deep happy Hayes was that he’d found Morgan here tonight, but right now, Hayes only wanted to do one thing.
He gripped Morgan’s sides with his thighs and rolled their bodies over. Morgan got the memo, and his next kiss was insistent and deep. Hayes gasped into his mouth.
Kissing was so good, and it was especially incredible between them, after so long missing Morgan’s mouth on his, but they’dbeenkissing. Hayes didn’t just want more, heneededmore.
But he didn’t have to say so. Morgan knew, because healwaysknew. A moment later, his lips meandered down Hayes’ neckand then his collarbone. Drifted farther, giving him a nip right above his nipple, and then lower still, licking up his abs.
“Fuck,” Hayes ground out as Morgan pressed a palm against his twitching hard-on.
“Feel good, angel?” Morgan murmured into his skin. “You want more?”
“God, yes,” Hayes breathed out unsteadily.
He was almost dizzy from how quickly they were going, the transition between the assumption he’d be going to bed alone to Morgan tugging off his briefs, hot mouth finally sliding down his cock.
