Page 11 of Overtime Goal
I brushed my lips over his and left them there. He made a throaty sound as I wrapped my arms around him, needing to hold him and be sure the moment was real.
His hands framed my face, and the moment his tongue traced the seam of my lips, we both moaned. Maybe he was giving me time to pull away. I didn’t. Instead, I opened for him,and the slow, warm slide of his tongue against mine lit a fire inside me.
I pulled him closer as he threaded his fingers through my hair, cradling my head while I deepened the kiss. Somewhere, an alarm blared in my mind: this could wreck everything. And yet I pressed harder, choosing him over fear.
He was all warm, solid muscle, and I purred when the contours of our chests slid into place. My heart burst into double-time as our cocks, separated by two pairs of jeans and boxers, found one another. He was as hard as I was. My hips moved on their own, and we groaned with pleasure as we rocked together. My brain sent up an urgent signal: all systems go.
When we broke for air a moment later, I tried to think clearly. I needed to saythat was amazing, but we shouldn’t.Imagine my surprise when what came out was, “Want to go back to the hotel?”
“God, yes. Come on.”
He grabbed my hand, and we headed back the way we’d come. We were men on a mission.
6/
logan
I crackedone eye open and squinted at the clock. It was 5:43 a.m., too early. Since morning skate wasn’t until ten-thirty, I had another few hours to sleep. I stretched my legs and turned over, trying to drift back off.
“Ah!”
The sharp, strangled sound from across the hall had my eyes wide open, and I shot upright. My heart pounded until it happened again, louder this time. “Fuck.”
“God no! No!”
Riley was having a nightmare, and I was already racing across the hallway, barefoot and half-awake. The guest room door was cracked, so I pushed it open and found him lying on his side, facing the wall, his body moving as though he were pedaling a bike. A fist was clenched around the sheets.
“Oh! Please stop!”
“Riles?” I sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on his arm. His skin was hot and damp.
He grunted, struggling with something I couldn’t see.
“Riles.” I shook him gently, then harder. “Come on. Wake up.”
He jolted with a rough gasp and rolled onto his back, blinking up at me. His eyes were unfocused and bleary, and sweat was beaded across his forehead. A flush in his cheeks made him look feverish.
“Hey,” he croaked. “Did I wake you?”
I brushed his matted hair off his forehead. “You were dreaming. Bad one, by the sound of it.”
“Yeah.” He tried to sit up, then dropped back with a sigh. “Started good, then the nightmare showed up.”
“It’s okay.”
He rubbed his jaw. “Time to get up?”
I shook my head. “Not even six. Let’s try to sleep a little more.”
“Okay.”
“You’ll be all right?”
“Logan?” His voice was shaky.
“Yeah?”
He hesitated before saying, “I know this is stupid, but… Would you stay with me?”
