Page 62 of Best Kept Secret
“Dallas, just set yourself up on the table.”
I almost throw my phone when I look up to see Dallas walking into the treatment room.
“What’s happening, brother.” He slaps me on my shoulder before moving to the table next to me to lie down.
“Hey, I’ve gotta go,” I murmur to Millie.
“Is that my brother?” she hisses.
“Yeah. I’ll talk to you later,” I say quickly.
“Bye!” she squeaks, ending the call.
Locking the screen, I hold my phone face down against my chest. Feeling Dallas’s curious gaze on me, I pretend not to notice, closing my eyes as Jace continues his assault.
“Who was that?” Dallas asks after a moment, his tone teasing.
“My agent.” The lie rolls right off my tongue, and I clench my jaw because I don’t like it. I’m not normally a liar. Sure, I hide the truth to protect myself, but outright lying has never been my jam.
“How’s everything going with Mils? She outstayed her welcome yet?” He laughs.
My teeth grind together.Don’t think about eating his sister’s pussy last night. Don’t think about the way she tasted as she came on your tongue. And whatever you do, don’t think about how all you can think about is what she’s going to feel like when you finally sink deep inside of her.
“Nah, all good,” I manage despite my tightening throat. “We hardly ever see each other.”
My phone shudders against my chest with a text message, and I check it, nervous to see Red’s name on the screen. Glancing sideways, I see that Dallas is close, but not close enough to see my phone, yet when I open the message, I immediately regret it.
Red: I can’t stop thinking about last night. My pussy has been wet all morning.
Fuck. My. Life.
Me: Red! Your brother is literally a few feet away from me right now and I’m wearing nothing but a towel.
Red: I know
Me: You little brat.
Red: Maybe you’ll just have to spank me next time…
Me: Oh, don’t you worry. You’ll get it.
Red: Can’t wait
Steeling myself, I release a shuddering breath, trying so hard to think about anything other than Millie’s wet pussy, or having her bent over my knee and spanking that perfect fucking ass.
“You good, my guy?”
Glancing sideways at Dallas, I see he’s watching me, an oblivious look on his face.
I force a smile, nodding once with a gritted, “Yep. All good.”
Millie is so going to get it.
The sound of the latch releasing is amplified through the silence, and I hold my breath as I step over the threshold and into the apartment. Clicking the door closed as gently as I can, I place my hockey bag down and take a look around the foyer, catching a hint of her scent in the air. It’s not overwhelming, but it’s there—vanilla and peach, and something else completely girlie. Whatever it is, it makes me smile, because fuck I love coming home to her here, especially after a six-one win like we had tonight.
With four goals and an assist, I couldn’t turn down a celebratory drink after the game because I knew if I did, the guys would start asking questions. So, I went with everyone to the bar, then nursed a Jack and Coke for an hour before leaving, using an early morning meeting with my agent as an excuse. Another lie. Lincoln, my agent, is based in Los Angeles, and he rarely ever calls me before midday.
It’s almost midnight, and Millie’s bedroom door is shut, so I assume she’s tucked up in bed, fast asleep, and it takes every last sliver of self-control that I have not to go in there. We’re not there yet. Maybe one day. But not yet.
