Page 101 of Break my Heart

Skating.

My parents.

Nathan.

Right now, it’s just Hayes and me, standing in the middle of an empty parking lot.

He leans in, his mouth sweeping against mine in a kiss that’s gentle but full of promise. I tip my head, deepening it, savoring the feel of him. Every time his lips brush against mine, it’s like the world falls away and nothing else matters.

When we finally pull apart, there’s a warmth in his eyes that makes my heart flutter.

My tongue darts out to moisten my lips as my palms settle on the broad expanse of his chest. “Can I watch?”

There’s a moment of silence as his brows rise. “You want to watch me jerk off on camera?”

My mouth turns cottony at the vivid image his words paint in my head. “More than anything.”

An answering heat ignites in his eyes. “Yeah, all right.” He presses a kiss against my lips. “Meet back at my house?”

I nod as he takes a step in retreat, his hand trailing down my arm before falling away. I can’t help but stare after him as he turns and heads toward his truck. My body hums with excitement.

It takes effort to pull myself from my thoughts and slide into my car. Just as I start the engine, my phone buzzes with a text.

TenInchesofCocky:

See you soon, Tink.

I smile at his contact name, which also happens to be his screen name, biting my lip as I pull out of the parking lot.

I might not know exactly what this is between us or where it’s going, but one thing is for certain—I’m not ready to let it go.

Anticipation hums through my veins as I follow him back to the old, blue Victorian. By the time I exit the vehicle, he’s standing at the driver’s side door. His arm slips around my waist as he leads me up the front porch stairs and into the house.

Now that everyone is home from practice, the place is bustling with activity and noise. A few of his teammates call out for us to join them. He shakes his head and waves them away with a smile.

By the time we reach the second floor, I’m unable to think about anything other than the image of Hayes stroking his hard cock, bringing himself to orgasm.

I have no idea why that turns me on so much, but it does.

Once he twists the lock on the door and drops his athletic bag on the carpet, he flicks a glance my way. Doubt fills his eyes. “Are you sure you want to stay and watch? You could always chill out downstairs for a while.”

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.

“I’m sure.”

“Okay.” With that, he grips the hem of his sweatshirt and yanks it over his head before letting it drop. The black Western Wildcats T-shirt is the next to get stripped away before it meets the same fate. Once his gray joggers are shoved down thick thighs, he stands before me in nothing more than white socks and black boxer briefs.

I point to his feet. “Are you keeping them on?”

He cocks his head and arches a brow. “What’s wrong? Not sexy?”

Laughter falls from my lips. “Not in the least.”

“How do you know? Maybe the fans will love it.”

I shake my head. “Take them off.”

“Fine.” He lifts one foot and removes a sock and then the other.