I didn’t know how he got us safely off the ice. But before I even knew it, we were back inside. It didn’t matter that there was a roaring fire though. I was still shivering.
He carried me into the bathroom and turned on the showerhead before setting me down on my feet. “Get in there.”
I didn’t want him to leave me. “Can’t we warm up by the fire together?”
“Get in the water before you get frostbite.”
Didn’t he see that he was the one shaking now, not me? “Then come with me.” I grabbed his hand.
He cursed under his breath and pulled off his wet clothes, before pushing me backward into the shower. I was still fully dressed, but the hot water felt like flames against my skin. He helped meget all my layers off, pushing them into a heap in the corner. If anything, I was too hot now. But Miller was still shaking.
I put my hand on his chest. He felt perfectly warm. “You’re not cold anymore,” I said. “Why are you shaking?”
He ran his fingers through his wet hair, and he looked up at the showerhead. “I almost lost you.”
“But you didn’t. You saved me.” I grabbed both sides of his face and tilted his head back down to me so I could look into his eyes. “I’m okay.” I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him. “I’m okay,” I whispered against his lips.
“I only just got you back,” he said.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I left a trail of kisses across his jawline and down the side of his neck. “I promise.”
He sighed and pulled me against his chest.
We just held each other as the hot water fell on us. I hugged him until he slowly stopped shaking, the adrenaline slowly melting away. And as the cold and adrenaline left his limbs, something else slowly grew to attention. Well, not that slowly. His hardness was pressing against my stomach pretty quickly.
I looked up at him. “He’s not cold anymore.”
“No.” But Miller didn’t let go of me. He held me tighter if anything.
But it kind of seemed like a distraction might do him some good. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his length.
“Brooklyn, you don’t have to…” his voice trailed off and he groaned as I stroked him up and down with my hand.
I knew I didn’t have to. I wanted to. I wanted him to forget about what just happened. It had taken me a year to remember how important living in the moment was. There were no more what-ifs. We were both here. Together.
I dropped to my knees and blinked up at him through the water falling around us.
He’d saved me. He was always saving me. How many nights had I waited for Matt to save me? I had no idea why I was even thinking about Matt. I wanted him to be gone from my memory. I wanted him out. I was so tired of thoughts of him pulling me into sadness. I just wanted to be happy. Right here with Miller. He was the one that showed up. He was the one saving me. And I loved him. I really fucking loved him.
He reached down and pushed some wet hair out of my face. His thumb gently tracing the outline of my lips. “You’re so beautiful.”
I wrapped my lips around this thumb and sucked.
He groaned, his cock growing even more.
I licked the pad of his thumb as he stared down at me. He didn’t look like he was in shock anymore. He looked like he was as desperate for me as I was for him.
I stopped sucking on his thumb and wrapped my lips around his cock instead.
He groaned and put his hand on the tiled wall.
I shoved him into the back of my throat before I could confess my love for him again. I didn’t want to not hear it back. I just wanted…him.
And I really needed to stop calling him Little Dicky. Especially since I could barely get my lips around this massive thing. Even when he was flaccid outside he was big. Miller was all man. And all mine.
I slid my lips down his shaft until he hit the back of my throat again.
“Fuck,” he groaned as one of his hands slid to the back of my neck.
