“Miller, please!” I gasped out. I hadn’t meant to beg, but when I glanced down the bed, Miller gave me a sharp grin that told me that was what he’d been waiting for. Seconds later, his fingers were gone and there was the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Before I had time to blink, he was lifting my legs over his shoulders and pushing inside, filling me in one long, smooth movement.
He leaned forward and pinned my wrists to the bed just like he’d promised earlier, folding me almost in half as his cock sank inside.
“Fuuuck,” I moaned.
He grunted and set a pace that had my eyes practically rolling back in my head as he fucked me hard and deep, hitting my prostate often enough that it sent shockwaves of pleasure racingdown my spine. I wasn’t going to last if he kept this up, but at the same time I didn’t want him to stop.Ever. The room echoed with the slap of skin on skin, and his thrusts became harder and deeper. I lost track of time. It could have been minutes or hours. Then my balls pulled up tight in warning and his next stroke hit just right, and before I knew it I was coming so hard I saw stars.
I clenched around Miller’s cock as I came. He slammed into my ass one last time and tensed, his whole body vibrating like a guitar string before giving a low groan and collapsing on top of me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He was panting like he’d run a mile and I wasn’t much better, my heart pounding so loudly the neighbors could probably hear it. I sank into a happy, hazy post-fuck trance, and I didn’t even care that Miller was on top of me. I liked having the weight of him holding me down and smelling his cologne mixed with the scent of sex and fresh sweat.
Plus I’d never been so well fucked in mylife.
My brain cells buzzed around my skull like lazy bees drunk on pollen while I blinked up at Miller’s ceiling and my awareness slowly returned.
I didn’t usually do hookups. And not because I didn’t want to, but just because hot guys in suits, which were totally my thing, were thin on the ground in Goose Run. So it wasn’t that I was against hookup culture—hell no! Just that the opportunity had never really presented itself before now. Falling into Miller’s bed the second I walked into his apartment wasn’t me, but it sure as hell could be.
Miller let out a long breath and pulled out and rolled off me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to squash you. You good?”
“Yeah.” Better than good. And what were these sheets? Some stupidly high thread count, that was for sure. I bet you couldn’t see right through them when you shook them out to make the bed. But as comfy as I was, I knew I should probably leave. Those were the rules, right? You hooked up, and then you fucked off.
But I was still barely functioning, and Miller was lying there facing me wearing a big, dumb fucked-out smile on his face that was probably reflected on mine. Plus he wasn’t exactly pushing me out of bed. So maybe those were only my rules, not Miller’s, and it was okay to stay here for a minute while I remembered how to make my legs work.
Miller reached a hand out and rested it on my chest, and then, before I knew what was happening, he’d rolled me onto my side and shuffled closer, and burrowed in, and—was he—were wespooningright now?
I mean, I wasn’t mad or anything. Just confused. I’d assumed Miller would want me gone. But hey, maybe the sex had been as good for him as it had been for me. Maybe it had also knocked his brain offline and he needed some time to recalibrate.
It would have been nice, just lying there together, except then my stomach remembered it hadn’t had anything except a shitty sandwich for lunch, and it growled loud enough to raise the dead.
Miller’s hand shifted, and he let out a puff of breath against the back of my neck. “I guess we shouldn’t have skipped dinner, huh?”
“Well, I ain’t complaining if you’re cooking,” I told him.
I got another puff of breath, this time a snort. “I don’t cook. I’ll order delivery.”
“That works too.” I felt a bit dumb for assuming he’d cook. He was a busy guy, probably. And his apartment didn’t even have a balcony to put a grill on. Were you allowed to grill in apartments as nice as these? Hell if I knew, but there were probably lots of rules about shit like that. And then another thought struck me. “Uh, what are we getting? I’ve only got like, a twenty on me.”
“My treat,” he said, smoothing a hand over my hip before he rolled away from me and sat up. “Do you like Thai?”
“I like anything,” I said. “Thai sounds good.”
I sat up as well, wincing as my ass reminded me of the pounding it had just taken. It had been a while since I’d been fucked, so the discomfort was real. I had no regrets, though. It was a satisfying kind of ache, like poking a bruise.
Miller pulled on his clothes, and I did the same. Well, my underwear and jeans at least. My shirt was still on the kitchen floor. I padded barefoot out of the room after Miller, detouring to the kitchen to grab my shirt and my beer. When I got back to the living room, Miller was sitting on the couch, ordering our food on his phone.
I eased myself down beside him, resisted the urge to plant my feet on the coffee table, and took a sip of my beer. It was still cold. I almost laughed at how weird this felt—picking up where we’d left off like Miller hadn’t just absolutely fucked my brains out.
I drained the bottle and set it on the coffee table, careful to use the coaster that was sitting there, and wondered what the fuck happened now. Did we just sit here in silence and wait for the food to arrive? I gave myself a mental shake. No, that would be fucking stupid. I cast about for something to say, and what came out of my mouth was, “So when you say there could be a big settlement from that tree, how big is big? Are we talking fifty bucks and an apology or a cruise to Alaska?”
“Jesus, Danny,” he said. “Way to remind me you’re my client.”
“My grandma is your client,” I said.
His mouth quirked. “Still. I gotta say, if you’re sitting here thinking about the tree in your yard, I didn’t fuck you hard enough.”
“Oh no, you fucked me plenty hard. Ten out of ten, would do you again,” I said, and where the fuck hadthatcome from?
Before I had a chance to take it back or laugh it off, Miller said, “I mean, we could,” and damn if he didn’t look just as surprised as I felt. But after a second, he cleared his throat and said, “You up for it?”
“Yeah,” I said quickly, because Miller was hot and I wasn’t an idiot. “Not right now, obviously, but yeah.”
