Page 41 of One Touch

“Your rule, Silver. No touching outside of the apartment, and considering we’re still in Philly, we’re very far from Austin. So, I hate to break it to you, but no more touching. You made the rule, and I’m a rule follower.” The cold air hit me as I processed his words, followed by the coldness of reality sinking in as I realized the truth of everything he’d just said.

We’d touched outside of the apartment. We’d shared a bed.

Two things I’d sworn we’d never do. To make matters worse, I’d been the one to break the rule.Me. I was being reckless. I knew it. But I couldn’t seem to remember why it mattered.

Miller made me feel good, and if the sleep I’d gotten last night was any indication, he was good for me. All my worries and fears about starting something with him were unfounded. He hadn’t distracted me on the ice. If anything, our closeness had made us better linemates. I could anticipate him, unlike any other player. Together, we were unstoppable.

That had to mean something. It had to.

Jumping out of bed, I didn’t stop to think about my next decision as I barged into the attached bathroom. Miller was in the shower, and the sight of his naked body under the spray momentarily halted me.

Seeing naked men wasn’t a new concept. I’d seen my fair share of them in hockey locker rooms. But no one had ever made me respond the way Miller did. The mere sight of him had my entire body coming alive. I didn’t even need coffee with him around.

These new urges had been overwhelming and scary at first. I’d tried to ignore them and run away when that hadn’t worked. It hadn’t mattered since it still led me into Miller’s arms. His very muscular arms.

Why was the sight of soap running down his body the sexiest thing I’d ever seen?

The urge to do something unstuck my feet and I stepped into the shower. I pressed my front into his back and wrapped my arms around him. He stiffened at my touch.

“I’m starting to wonder if your drink was spiked last night, Silver.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Did you hit your head during the game?”

“Nope. I’m of sound mind, Bambi.”

“Then—”

I gripped his dick, stopping him. “Unless the next words out of your mouth are ‘Stroke my dick,’ I don’t want to hear it.”

Miller groaned, his body relaxed, and he leaned back into me. “Stroke my dick, Lath.”

I didn’t hesitate as I stroked him from root to tip. Over the time we’d been doing this, I’d grown more confident about touching him. I’d become greedy for every sound and reaction. I didn’t know I could miss this, but after not touching him for a week, I did. I rubbed my cock between his ass cheeks, relishing the way it slotted between them. I couldn’t help but imagine what it might be like to fuck him. The mere thought almost had me nutting.

“Ahh, yes, Lath. So good.”

The praise was music to my ears. I roamed his body with my free hand, loving how his wet skin felt against me. Dropping my mouth to his neck, I sucked and bit as I plucked at his nipple.

“Oh goodness. I’m so close. I’m going to come, Lath.”

“Come for me, Bambi. Spray your cum all over the shower wall.”

“Nghn,” he groaned right as his body tensed up. His cock twitched, and I watched white ropes of cum spurt out of him in amazement. I’d done that. It was enough to send me over the edge without even touching myself.

We were both panting as we came down from our orgasms. Miller turned in my arms and took the soap to wash us both off. I’d balked at him taking care of me in the beginning. It seemed weak. After giving up so much control to him already, I hadn’t wanted to spare another crumb. Miller had a way about him, though. He took control without lording it over me. He made it so I could relax and trust him to take care of me. The most surprising part of it all was how much Ilikedhim taking care of me.

I likedhim. Period.

“Don’t worry. I won’t assume that just because you broke the rule in private means the rule is gone. I’ll pretend we barely know one another around the others,” Miller said as he brushed his teeth.

I froze, a pit of unease settling in my gut. Before I could respond, he was already dressed and out the door. I rummaged through my suitcase and pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweater. My phone was dead, so I plugged it in and left it. I didn’t want to talk to anyone who wasn’t in this house anyway.

Laughter floated down the hallway as I walked toward the kitchen. This wasn’t my first time staying here, but it was my first time feeling nervous. I loved my brother’s partners—Reese, Cam, and Braden. They’d become good friends over the years and people I didn’t have to pretend to be someone I wasn’t when I was around them.

Keeping this thing with Miller from them felt wrong. Not just because I didn’t like lying to my brother but also because I didn’t want to go backward. I had so few spaces where I could be myself that I didn’t want to lose one. Despite knowing all of this, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to reveal this piece of me. It had nothing to do with whether or not they would accept me. I knew they would.

It was whether or not I could accept myself.

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