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“I got you.” I covered my cock in lube, grabbed his hips, and pressed in. His channel was warm and tight. Nothing had ever felt this good before. I didn’t care what anyone said, there was no way all sex felt this way. This thing between us was special. I didn’t need to have sex with anyone else to know it would only be this good with Miller.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Fill me up, baby.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I pressed the rest of the way in and didn’t let him adjust before pulling out and slamming back in. The sensations were overwhelming, and I was hopeless about slowing down. I pistoned in and out, thrusting as if our lives depended on it. Miller moaned and whimpered beneath me each time I brushed his prostate. I was lost to the feel of him, the sounds of our skin slapping, and the ecstasy of being inside of him again.

This was what I’d been missing—the feel of him, the way our souls connected and intertwined every time we came together. When we connected, it wasn’t just a physical thing but on a soul level. We’d become intertwined, and I wasn’t sure how to function without him anymore. If these past few days were anything to go by, it wasn’t pretty when I did.

Tingles spread over my body, and my orgasm barreled toward me before I could stop it. Gripping him harder, I held on as I came unglued. White sparks erupted behind my eyelids, and I came so hard that I blacked out for a second. When I came to, I was leaning over Miller on the bed. He was a solid mass beneath me.

“Fuck. Sorry.” I rolled off him and instantly missed my cock filling his ass. When did I become such a needy slut? The sight of my cum dripping out of his ass was too much, and I yearned to keep a part of me inside him.

“Squeeze your cheeks together,” I demanded.

“Huh?”

I didn’t answer as I hopped off the bed, grabbed the butt plug, and stepped into the bathroom. I rinsed it off with soap and water, grabbed a rag, and wet it before returning to bed. Miller hadn’t moved, and his cheeks were squeezed tight. The sight made my heart skip a beat, and warmth spread through my body.

Carefully, I slid the plug in and trapped my cum there. That primal part of me that had been unlocked growled in satisfaction. I didn’t understand it, but I was beyond questioning it at this point. I rolled him over and cleaned off his abs and the bed. Once we were both clean, I pulled him into my chest and ran my fingers through his hair.

“Never took you for the caveman type.”

“You bring out new sides of me, Bambi. Is it okay?” I asked.

“It’s hot, Lath. I like you being all possessive.”

His words made my heart race. I wanted to be possessive with him, but the thought of doing it outside of these walls still made my skin crawl. Would I ever be comfortable with people knowing about my personal life? It was hard to imagine based on my past history.

“Now it’s my turn to play,” Miller said, pulling me from my thoughts. He straddled my legs and kissed his way down my stomach. He covered every inch of my skin in kisses and love bites. I was a withering mess by the time he touched my dick. His fingers were heaven as he stretched me, and when he slid inside, it felt like home.

“Wow, that feels good. You got to try this next time,” he said as he slowly thrust. “My needy bottom can get his ass filled while he’s plowing mine.”

My brain tripped over the thought, and I moaned. Miller laughed and then cursed as the plug shifted and pressed against his prostate. His lips sealed to mine as his pace quickened. My legs wrapped around him, and I pulled him to my chest. I held him tightly to me as he thrust in and out. We were one as we found our orgasms in a tangle of arms and legs. I didn’t know where he ended, and I began. I was no longer sure it was just physical, either.

Miller had entwined himself in my heart, and I never wanted to let him go. Now, I just had to figure out how to keep him.

CHAPTER27

MILLER

Since returning from Christmas break,things between Lathan and I have been good. No, they had been great—perfect, even. No longer was I the only one who initiated touch or affection. Each time he walked into a room, his eyes would seek me out, and his smile would capture my heart.

“You leaving already?”

“Yeah. I told the Rainbow Lounge I’d help set up.” I zipped my tux into a garment bag and draped it over my arm. “Last chance to bail on your mom and join me.”

Lathan sauntered over and cupped my face. “If I didn’t think she’d find some way to infiltrate your life, then I would. I’d much rather spend the night with you than at whatever stuffy event she has planned.”

I swallowed. “That’s all it is? Not because it’s an LGBTQ+ event?”

Lathan’s brow furrowed. “Is that what you believe?”

“I wouldn’t blame you if so. It’s not easy to be out in the league, and you should make that choice for yourself when you’re ready.”

Lathan’s hands dropped from my face, taking his heat with him. “If I knew what label fit, maybe it would be easier, but all I see is my mom using this as another stepping stone for her career. Nothing outside of hockey has ever been my own. I’m not ready to give you up. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re right. It’s not the right time, and no one should force you, much less use you to make some point.” I stepped forward and grabbed his neck, this time with my free hand. “And you don’t have to worry. I’m not going anywhere.” I didn’t have to think before my lips touched his and captured his mouth in a languid and deep kiss.

We were panting by the time we broke apart, and I seriously debated being late. But the center was counting on me. It had become a second home to me, and for once, I felt like I belonged—in this city, on this team, with this man. My life was moving in the direction I wanted, so if that meant I had to spend an evening apart from the man I loved, it was worth it.

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