Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“No…but it was fair to get upset at how I behaved and my worry about your friends. The truth is, we have a lot to navigate, and I shouldn’t have jumped the gun. If I expect you to trust Mads and my parents, I should be willing to trust your friends. And I want you there…to see me play. If you’re comfortable with it, I’d love to get you and the guys tickets to our first home playoff game. They can know who I am to you. While we don’t have to make a huge announcement to the world, I don’t want to hide either. You’re my guy. I’m proud of that.”
“Jesus. Are you even real? I don’t know what to say. How did I get so lucky?” he asks, and when I open my mouth to respond, he speaks first. “Scratch that. I deserve you. You’re still really awesome, but I deserve you. I’m tired of believing I’m not worthy of good things.”
My heart speeds up, and I’m pretty sure my chest swells. “That was hands down the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Come here, baby. God, I missed you.”
We both move toward each other, meeting in the middle. My arms encircle him, Hayes burying his face in my pecs the way he does.
“I saw Malcolm,” he says, and though I try not to, I feel myself tense up.
“Are you okay?” I rub my hand up and down his back, wishing I could see Malcolm and teach him a lesson or two.
“Yeah, actually. It was pretty incredible. I stood up to him, and it gave me courage to listen to your voicemail and tell you how I felt today.”
“You didn’t feel comfortable listening to my voicemail?”
“It’s a me thing. I convinced myself you were breaking up with me, and now I realize I need to be okay with that.”
“Um…not sure I like where this is going.”
He chuckles. “I don’t want to lose you, I don’t ever want to lose you, but I can’t let my worth lie in my relationship status.”
Damn. He’s done a lot of self-exploration over the last few days, and I’m here for it. Here for every way Hayes can grow, ways that I can too. “Look at you saying all these sexy things. You don’t have to try so hard to get me into bed,” I tease. “I’m a sure thing, except…”
“Except?” He pulls back and looks at me.
“I just realized I professed my never-ending love for you, and you didn’t do the same. It’s okay if you’re not there yet, but—”
“I love you too. Holy shit. I can’t believe I forgot about that. I’m so fucking in love with you, Rylan.”
My heart soars, and I don’t have it in me not to cut him off with my mouth. Hayes doesn’t seem to mind as he kisses me hard and deep, pressing his tongue into my mouth, arms tight around me, nails digging into my back.
Blood rushes toward my groin, making my dick pulse and throb as it lengthens. It hasn’t been that long since I’ve had him, but… “Need you,” I admit.
“Need you too.” His gaze meets mine, strong and steady, but I see the nerves there too. “Can I top you?”
“Fuck yes,” I reply, knowing how big of a deal that is for him. Hayes has been insecure to try, but in this moment, he feels comfortable enough with me, wants to give that part of himself to me, and it makes me feel like I’m holding the Stanley Cup right now.
I lift him, Hayes laughing as I do, then go straight for the stairs.
“Someone’s in a hurry.”
“My sexy boyfriend who is totally in love with me is about to give up that good dick. Of course I’m excited.”
This time, we both laugh.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Hayes
With my arms and legs wrapped around Rylan, I kiss him as he walks through his bedroom. His mouth tastes like mint, his skin tinged with the scent of his citrusy soap mixed with his natural, almost spicy smell.
I slide down his body and to my feet, trying to wrap my head around everything that’s happened. I confronted Malcolm, and I’m in love with Rylan.
Rylan is in love with me.
My life has taken a pretty fucking exciting twist in the last few months.
While our tongues tangle and move together, I let my hands travel down his back and palm the firm curves of his muscular ass. He flexes it, and I laugh into his kiss because it’s absolutely ridiculous how much he likes showing me how muscular he is. I can’t pretend I don’t like it too.
I’m going to be inside him. That’s wild to think about—that this man wants me to fuck him. That the hard cock behind his shorts is for me and what I’m about to do to him.