Melting - Sean Ashcroft Page 0,33

toes curling, what felt like every muscle in my body tensing and then relaxing.

Hayden muffled a moan against my shoulder, hips slowing as we both rode our orgasms out, his fingers on my thigh gripping tight enough to bruise.

We were doing this again.

We were doing this again and again and again, in as many positions as I could come up with, for as long as he was here.

Who needed to give up sex? The universe had just dropped the sexiest man I’d ever met in my lap. The least I could do was climb into his lap.

By the time I cared about where my body was in space again, Hayden had hauled me onto my side, legs tangled around mine, one arm thrown over me, fingers splayed possessively over my stomach, the other tucked under me.

I laughed at the next thought that wandered through my happily sex-hazed brain.

“What?” Hayden asked. “A man could get worried about being laughed at after sex.”

“It is a little like being cuddled by a praying mantis,” I said, still giggling.

Hayden snorted, nuzzling my shoulder and then setting his teeth against my neck.

“Gonna bite my head off?” I asked, covering his hand on my stomach with my own.

This was nice. I didn’t normally get cuddled after.

He nipped my neck playfully, then kissed the same spot. “I like your head where it is,” he said. “So you get a reprieve this time.”

Satisfied silence fell between us—not awkward, but the silence of two people who were comfortable in each other’s company.

I made friends almost instantly, but I knew Hayden didn’t. I knew it meant something that he was comfortable around me, and I liked that feeling. Like I was special.

“I don’t normally do this,” Hayden murmured, thumb stroking my skin idly.

“I’m honored,” I said. I made it sound like I was teasing, but honestly? I was honored. I knew Hayden didn’t let just anyone in. Even far enough in to have incredible sex with.

Hayden kissed his way down the back of my neck, soft and open-mouthed. Affectionate.

He definitely didn’t do hookups. He was used to sleeping with someone he planned on keeping.

I rolled over to face him, rearranging our tangled legs as I caught his lips, a tight ball of happiness expanding in my chest as he kissed back, fingers running through my hair, free hand roaming over my skin, like he hadn’t touched enough of me yet.

I hadn’t made out like this in a long time. I’d forgotten how nice it could be.

Hayden nudged my nose with his own as we parted to breathe, a tiny smile dancing around his lips, and I knew I was seeing something special. Something not a lot of people got to see.

With his walls down, Hayden was beautiful. The soft smile and the stormy eyes and light touches, like he was afraid he wasn’t welcome but he couldn’t quite stop himself.

I liked him a dangerous amount, but I couldn’t quite stop myself, either.

Besides, he wasn’t staying long. My heart wouldn’t have time to do anything stupid, right?

I chuckled as Hayden’s exploring fingers found my half-hard cock and his eyes widened, surprise written all over his face.

“I thought three rounds last night was pushing it,” he said. “But you could just keep going, couldn’t you?”

“I—” I began, cutting myself off at the sound of the second stair creaking—the one I still hadn’t fixed.

Hayden went still as well, listening to his dad walk down the hall. He had to pass Hayden’s bedroom to get to his own, and the door was only so thick.

My heart just about stopped at a knock on the door.

“Are you awake?” Mr. Lewis asked.

Hayden stared at me, wide-eyed and panicked.

“Umm,” he said. “Yeah?”

“Can I talk to you a sec?” Mr. Lewis asked.

Dammit.

Dammit.

Hayden swallowed, still looking at me like he had no idea what to do.

“I’m going,” I whispered, pecking him on the lips and rolling out of bed as silently as I could.

Neither of us was ready for his dad to know about this. We hadn’t discussed it at all.

“Uhhhh…” Hayden trailed off, watching me pull my jeans on and stuff my underwear in my pocket as an afterthought. “Yeah, just… gimme one minute,” he said, climbing out of bed as well and making a lot more noise doing it.

“I’m sorry,” he hissed, grabbing the sweatpants I’d found him in and pulling them on.

I paused to stare at the way the fabric hugged his cock for a moment, distracted.

“Wes,” Hayden said urgently, bringing me back to my senses.

“I’m