Page 59 of One Touch

We’d won our game against Vegas and returned home a few days later to play Calgary, which we also won. Now, we had a few days off before a long stretch of home games, and I planned to use my time judiciously.

“I’m beginning to doubt your whole celibate thing,” Miller muttered as I wrapped my lips around his cock.

I hummed but didn’t respond as I took him deeper. I still couldn’t take him all the way, but I’d gotten a lot better since my first attempt.

“Oh, God,” Miller moaned. His thighs tensed, and his hands fisted the sheets. “Your mouth is divine, baby. I dream about it.”

The first time he’d used baby, I’d wanted to smack the word out of his mouth. I wasn’t anyone’s baby.

But now… it made my heart flip over and my stomach bottom out.

I craved the soft way he gasped it like I was his last meal and I’d become a glutton for the term of endearment. I hadn’t thought I was capable of being anyone’s anything, but with Miller, I was beginning to believe I could.

“Yes, just like that. Right there. So good,” he cooed as his thighs tightened around my head. I slid my hand over his sack and caressed his perineum. I hadn’t gotten up the courage to go further after that initial blow job, but maybe today was the day. Swirling my tongue and sucking on his tip, I pushed the worry I wouldn’t do it right out of my mind and passed over his hole.

Miller twitched in my mouth and released a loud moan. So I did it again, this time pressing more on the tight ring of muscles. His hips jolted forward, and his cock slid down my throat. I gagged and then remembered to relax. My throat contracted around him, and his fingers fisted my hair as he came down my throat. I greedily drank down every drop.

“What the heck?” he gasped as he came to.

I sat up, wiped my hand across my mouth, and smiled. “Good morning, Mills.”

He huffed a laugh. “I’ll say. Geez, Lath. I think you just blew my mind.”

Grinning, I leaned forward and kissed him. Now that I knew I could, I couldn’t seem to stop. Every minute we were in this apartment, some part of me was touching him. My lips. My hands. My body. If I could play hockey with him attached to me, I’d do it. It was becoming harder to keep myself in check outside of this apartment than I ever expected.

Thank fuck I didn’t have to on the road anymore. Those days had become torture, and I dreaded the time apart from him. I should have been worried about how addicted to Miller Fahn I’d become, but I was too happy to care.

Happy.

I hadn’t felt truly happy in years.

Again, another red flag waved in my face, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn around and run in the opposite direction. Miller had transfixed me, body and soul.

“What do you want to do today?” I asked after breaking the kiss. It was rare to have a day off, and I hoped his plans revolved around being naked all day.

“I’ve got a meeting later, and I wanted to finish up some bracelets so I could send them off for Christmas.”

I frowned. “What meeting? Is it about the team?”

He chuckled and climbed out of bed. “Nah. It’s for the Rainbow Lounge, the youth organization I volunteer with.” My heart rate slowed at the news, and I followed him into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and eyed me while waiting for it to warm. “You could come with me?” he asked with a hopeful look.

The air around me froze. Okay, not the air. Just me. I blinked, a million excuses flooding my mind. But it was already too late. Miller’s face had fallen, and he stepped into the water.

“I—”

“Never mind. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

My heart threatened to break free of my rib cage with how hard it pounded. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to spend time with him. But would people know I liked dick if I joined him? Would it get back to my mom? The team? There were too many unknowns, and I wasn’t ready for any questions coming my way.

“It’s not…”

“It’s fine, Silver. I get it. I would never force you to do something you’re not ready for.” He smiled, but it didn’t meet his eyes. An anvil sat heavy on my chest, but this time for a different reason. The thought of losing Miller, of him not being proud of me, felt worse than all the unknowns.

The rest of the shower was quiet as we washed and rinsed, and though we fell into our normal routine of making breakfast together, it felt off. The big elephant I’d been ignoring had finally made its appearance, and we could no longer shove it into the corner.

Miller got dressed, and I put on gym shorts and a shirt. There was no way I could stay home while he was out and not go bonkers with my thoughts, so it was better to get a workout in.

“I’ll pick up something for dinner on my way back,” he said before he kissed me. I nodded and watched him walk out, my heart following him.

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