Page 10 of One Kind Goal

Teddy had been particularly concerned about this lack of sexual activity. “This isn’t like you, dude,” his buddy had said one night when they were having beers in Sawyer’s entertainment room. “That chick tonight was hot and basically up for anything.” He’d shaken his head. “And you said no thank you.”

They’d gone to a party before ending up back at Sawyer’s Rhode Island house. The party was full of athletes, movie stars, and various famous people. Some older actor had brought his daughter along and she’d zeroed in on Sawyer like the moment Teddy and he had arrived. Yeah, she’d been gorgeous and not at all shy, but she wasn’t Morgan. For some reason, Sawyer couldn’t forget his time in Vermont with this blue-eyed bombshell panting below him right now.

The way Morgan had refreshed his memory with her extraordinary body told him he’d absolutely made the right choice in not settling for less. She was top-shelf female and he was fucking thirsty.

Sawyer relished the last aftershocks of Morgan’s core pulsing around his cock before collapsing half on top of her. When her fingers slid into his hair and her nails gently scraped along his skull, he wanted to stay in that position for eternity. Teddy had been right about the need to blow off steam. Sawyer had been so tightly wound up over Carina and Nia, but at this moment, his body was liquid, not a smidgen of tension anywhere.

“Wow . . .” Morgan said on an exhale. “I didn’t think you could outdo yourself from the last time we were here together, but shit, Sawyer . . . I believe you did.”

He lifted his head slightly, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Yeah?”

“Puck in net, baby.”

Sawyer pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. “I do love making a goal.” He traveled up to catch her earlobe between his teeth, giving it a little tug before sucking it into his mouth.

Morgan wiggled, a soft moan escaping her throat. “And you can do it on or off the ice.”

Her compliments fueled him to want to score more goals. They had each other on the bed again then took their fun to the cottage’s shower. Neither of them had a change of clothes so Sawyer shrugged back into his shirt and boxers, while Morgan wrapped a large flannel blanket around her naked body and padded out to the living room.

“Maybe that fire is a good idea now?” She motioned to the fireplace.

Sawyer made quick work of building a good blaze then sat beside Morgan on the comfy leather couch facing the fireplace. The room was still a little cool, but when Morgan slithered onto his lap to share the blanket with him, he was good and truly heated.

“What would you be doing right now if you hadn’t agreed to come here with me?” she asked, snuggling into his chest. She smelled like the maple and brown sugar soap they’d used in the bathroom and Sawyer’s hunger flared again. “Sawyer?”

Right. She’d asked him a question. Too bad all his brain functions were focused on how amazing her ass felt rubbing against his thighs.

“I would be . . . sleeping in the hotel room I shared with Teddy, I guess.” He played with the ends of her still damp hair. “What about you?”

“I’d be in my bed, but probably not sleeping.”

“Why not?”

Her shoulders rose and fell against Sawyer’s chest. “I’ve been sleeping like total crap lately.”

“Does not sleeping have to do with wanting to strike out on your own?”

“I think it does. I’ve been thinking about that so much. When I go to bed, my brain is still trying to decide on a direction so it can’t relax.”

Sawyer hummed his agreement. “I’ve been in that situation a time or two. Like when the Anchors lose a game. Sometimes I can’t sleep after because my mind is imagining every play that should have gone differently.”

“I wish the brain had a physical off switch you could flick at night.”

“Then you’d need someone you trusted to flick it to the on position in the morning or you’d be screwed.”

Morgan chuckled. “True. And they’d need someone to flick their switch . . .” She puffed out a breath. “Not the best system, I suppose.” She lowered her head to rest on his shoulder.

“Are you getting sleepy now?” Sawyer asked.

“Yes.” She adjusted the blanket a bit. “Three orgasms in a row during the wee hours of the morning whip a girl’s ass.”

“Let’s catch some shut-eye then.”

She nodded, her soft hair rubbing against Sawyer’s whiskered jaw. “Then food. Unlike last time, an updated menu is on the fridge. One of the resort upgrades.”

Sawyer was down with that plan. He was also happy they had the day ahead, plus another night together in this cozy Vermont hideaway.

He shifted them so they both reclined on the couch, the flannel blanket wrapped around them and the fire toasting them nicely. Sawyer doubted he’d be able to sleep because being in Morgan’s orbit made his dick . . . eager.