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“Fuck.”

The word was the last sound before he unleashed himself, and everything changed right before my eyes.

CHAPTER24

LATHAN

The earlier tensiondissipated as the most incredible feeling in the world took over. At this moment, nothing seemed to exist outside of Miller and me—not the party, not the phone call I had with my mother, not the conversation I overheard.

“Yes, right there, Lath.”

I had no idea what I was doing, but it didn’t seem to matter. My brain shut off, allowing passion and instinct to take over. I knew Miller’s body better than my own, and that intrinsic connection between us on the ice seemed to multiply in the bedroom. I could feel him everywhere. Every touch, caress, and thrust connected us on a level so deep that I no longer knew where the top was.

Not that it mattered. He was all I needed.

My thrusts quickened, and I tightened my grip on him as I shuttled in and out of his tight channel. Holy fuck. This was amazing. On some level, I could understand the world’s obsession with sex, but on the other, nothing else could feel as good as him. I didn’t need to have a high body count to know that.

“I’m going to come, Lath.”

I grunted in response, on the brink of orgasm myself. My nerve endings were all firing, overloading my senses, and erasing my ability to speak. Tingles ran down my spine, my muscles clenched, and my orgasm barreled through me. White stars blanketed my eyelids, and the world stopped as the most intense pleasure poured from me. When it returned, I fell forward and collapsed on top of Miller.

He chuckled and shifted so we were lying side by side. I hated my cock leaving him, but I could see his face and touch him now, so it wasn’t all bad.

“Shit. Did you come? I blacked out.”

The most beautiful smile graced his lips. “I did. How are you?”

I grunted. It seemed I’d used up all my words again. Miller pulled me closer and cradled my head on his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair as I rested on his pec. He didn’t rush me, and that gave me the space to pull myself together. I didn’t know how to start talking about what happened earlier, but I could check in with him.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, baby. You didn’t. Did you enjoy it?” He kissed my forehead, and that simple gesture made my heart swell.

“Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “I did. But I don’t want to… I’m not…” Dammit. Why was it so hard to ask for what I wanted?

“You don’t want to give up your bottom privileges?” he hedged.

I licked my lips and nodded. “Yeah. I like it when you take charge. I just… maybe sometimes…”

“Of course, Lath. I’m vers, so I like both, too.”

I sighed in relief. Thank God he wasn’t making this into a big deal, that he could understand my nonsensical grunts and incomplete sentences.

“Do you want to talk about what was upsetting you?” he asked sometime later.

“Not really, but I suppose that’s not very mature of me, is it?” I turned to rest my hands on his chest and meet his eyes. He smiled and waited for me to continue. He was one of the few people who did that. He gave me the space to do it when I was struggling to make sense.

“I think I was jealous.” He lifted an eyebrow, and I huffed. “Fine. I was. I didn’t like you talking to Toby.”

“He’s just a friend.”

“I know. And I know you won’t break our agreement. I wasn’t jealous that you were talking to another guy… not in the typical sense. I was jealous you could openly do it. I hated not being able to touch you. Not being by your side and talking with you about all the shit the other players were doing. I hated that he could do the things I wanted to but couldn’t.”

Miller’s hands cupped my face, and he smoothed his fingers over it in a soft caress. My eyes fluttered close.

“I’m sorry you were hurt, baby. I wished for all the same things. But I would never pressure you to come out before you’re ready. It’s not an easy decision; if anyone understands that, it’s me. People will look at you differently, and it’s not always in a good way.”

“I hate it. Why do people get to have an opinion about me? My whole life, the opinion of others has governed every action, and I’m sick of it. I swear, half of my conversations with my mother are about how my behavior influences voters. I’m tired of pretending. Of wearing this mask. I’m… just so tired.”

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