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“Whatever, Bambi.”

I smiled and wrapped my arms around his chest. He tensed at first but relaxed when I didn’t do anything more. When the credits rolled, I had no clue what the movie had been about or who was in it. I’d spent the entire time staring at the bracelet on his wrist. The one that read MINE.

CHAPTER14

LATHAN

I hadn’t watcheda second of the movie. My mind had been consumed by the events of the day. First, I’d overreacted to Miller making plans with someone else. Then there was the bracelet the little girl had given me—YOUAREBRAVE. It boggled my mind that a stranger would give that to me. What did it mean? And why that one?

The most confusing thing, though, was the bracelet Miller placed on my wrist—the one that said MINE. I should have ripped it off and given it back like the others. Except each time I reached to do that, my fingers would caress over the letters, and a rush of heat licked down my spine. My heart would race, and the thought of removing it made me ill. Again, why? I’d never experienced anything like this before.

I couldn’t find any answers to what was going on with me, and I was tired of fighting this connection between us. Despite my fears of letting go of control, nothing terrible had happened. So maybe the only answer that mattered was that it felt good and I liked it. I didn’t need to look any closer than that.

Rolling over, I stared at my once enemy and my now teammate and friend. My eyes greedily drank in the expanse of skin he had on display. I wanted to lick every inch of him.

Fuck. I hadn’t ever looked at another person and wanted to devour them before—man or woman. I could recognize when someone was attractive based on their appearance, but it hadn’t done anything for me. It was why I’d been celibate. Why go through the trouble of trusting someone not to sell you out for an awkward experience and lackluster orgasm? It hadn’t been worth it.

But Miller… there was nothing lackluster about him.

His body made mine come alive, and I melted like butter when he touched me. The orgasms themselves were otherworldly, and I couldn’t seem to get enough. Glancing at the two bracelets spurred me on to make the first move.

“I want to suck you, Bambi.”

Miller’s eyes widened, and I smiled. I liked that I’d surprised him. He recovered quickly and smirked. Placing his arms behind his head, he shifted until he was comfortable.

“I give you free use, Silver. Show me what you got.”

I didn’t know what he meant, but I’d ask for clarification later. I didn’t want to wait another second without his dick in my mouth. I pushed myself up onto my knees and crouched between his legs. My hands shook as I reached for his underwear, but thankfully, Miller didn’t notice, or if he did, was too kind to mention it. Yeah, it was probably that. Fuck, I hated how kind he was, but I also secretly liked it. It was just… so Miller.

His skin was warm and smooth against my hands. The small thatch of hair leading down was too tempting to ignore, so I ran the tip of my fingers through it. Miller moaned and jerked his hips, giving me all the confidence I needed to continue.

Carefully, I lowered the elastic of his boxers. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen his dick, but it was the first time he was giving me control. Typically, I gained control of everything in my life out of necessity. If I controlled everything, it wouldn’t surprise me and ultimately hurt me. I had the power.

It was different with Miller. He didn’t take my power; I willingly gave it to him.

On my knees before him, he was doing the same. He offered me his trust, and that was… everything.

My mouth salivated at the sight of his cock jutting up and ready for me. The tip was red, and a bead of precum pebbled slowly and rolled down. Without thinking, I bent and flicked my tongue over it before it could get away. Miller hissed as his taste exploded on my tongue. I never thought I’d like the taste of cum, and I had a feeling if it was anyone else, I wouldn’t. But I was a glutton for Miller Fahn’s.

Continuing down his length, I licked and rolled my tongue over every inch of him. He was smooth as velvet and hard as steel, creating an irresistible combo. I rested my hands on his thighs, loving how they flexed and twitched beneath my palms. Knowing I was affecting him was the biggest ego booster and dissolved my nerves.

I swallowed him and took him as far as I could before my gag reflex triggered. Miller moaned, the sound deep and raw in the back of his throat. “Yes, Lath. So good,” he crooned. His hands twitched where they lay above mine, drawing my attention. Without thought, I threaded my fingers with his and left them on his thighs. It was intimate, but it felt right.

Glancing up, I caught his hazel stare as I took him back down my throat. His eyes were hooded, and his pupils were blown wide, almost taking over the color. His lips were parted, and I loved how he gasped every time I swirled my tongue around the tip. I did it again and watched as the puff of air moved between his lips. I ate up every reaction and savored it more than the burger we’d eaten for lunch.

Sucking Miller’s cock was more than a sexual act, it was a life experience. I couldn’t decide which part I enjoyed the most—the actual sucking or how he responded to my mouth around him. Knowing I was affecting him and pulling these sounds spurred me on. I dropped my gaze and tightened my grip on his hands. He squeezed back, giving me the encouragement I needed.

With a deep breath, I took more of him into my mouth. When I started to gag, I pulled back, breathed through my nose, and relaxed my throat before I tried again. I was able to take him a little further, and when my nose hit the base of his dick, I smiled in triumph. I automatically swallowed, and his dick spasmed in my throat.

“Holy mackerel!” he shouted, and his hips jerked up, sending him further down my throat. I wasn’t prepared and gagged hard at the intrusion. Miller yanked himself out of my mouth as I gasped for breath.

“Crap. I’m so sorry. Are you okay, baby?”

He released my hands to cup my face as I fought to catch my breath. Tears streaked down my cheeks, and my lungs burned, but I didn’t care. Yeah, it scared me, and coughing hurt, but I didn’t want it to end. His thumbs wiped the tears off in a soft gesture as he waited for me to respond.

“I’m fine.” I coughed one more time but then was able to suck in a deep breath. I cleared my throat and removed his hands from my face. His softness was too much for me to process. I needed to regain control.

“You don’t?—”

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