Page 10 of Danny Hall Gets a Lawyer (Goose Run #1)

Miller set his bottle down next to mine and there it was again, that teasing smile.

“I like this plan.” He moved so I was backed against the counter and stepped right into the vee of my thighs, his body radiating heat.

His face was so close to mine that we were breathing the same cologne-spiced air, and I took a shaky breath, overwhelmed at his closeness.

He licked his lips, leaned forward, and rasped out, “You sure about this?”

He thought he needed to ask ? I mean, consent was sexy and all, and I appreciated the gesture, but I’d come over here with the intention of getting railed, and I had no plans to back out now.

I cupped his face in my palms, looked him in the eye, and said, “Miller, you can do whatever the fuck you want as long as I get to see you naked in the next five minutes.” And then I kissed him, slow and syrupy, plunging my tongue into his mouth.

I slid my palms down his back to cup his ass and pull him closer and then rolled my hips.

The long, hard line of his dick pressed against mine, and maybe it was because it had been so long since I’d seen any action, but even through two layers of denim it felt in-fucking-credible .

Miller pulled back, his face flushed and a gleam in his eye, and growled out, “What I want is to strip you naked, pin you to the bed, and fuck you stupid. You good with that?”

Holy shit. Sensible Lawyer Miller had left the building and been replaced by bossy, hot-as-fuck Miller—and I was here for it.

“ So fucking good,” I said, my arousal surging. I stripped my shirt off over my head and dropped it on the kitchen floor, then kicked off my sneakers. “Where’s the bed?”

Miller grinned and grabbed my hand, leading the way into a compact bedroom that had been decorated in soft grays.

I didn’t pay too much mind to the decor, more interested in the big bed with black and navy comforter that dominated the small space and Miller’s presence right next to me.

I tugged at his hand and he paused and turned to me.

I reeled him in close, tangling my free hand in his dark locks as our mouths clashed in a hungry, heated kiss.

Miller moaned against my mouth and ran his hands down my sides and across my back like he was trying to touch every inch of my bare skin. A shiver ran through me when he flicked the button on my jeans undone and eased my zipper down.

I broke the kiss long enough to tug at the collar of his tee, and he got the hint and peeled his shirt off.

He stripped all the way down to his boxer briefs with no hesitation, and I wasn’t even subtle when I checked him out.

He had a covering of dark hair on his chest, decent muscle definition, and thick thighs, and of course there was that tantalizing bulge in his underwear.

“Hell yeah,” I said, shoving my own jeans down and stepping out of them.

Miller let his gaze roam over me, his eyes going dark, and then he was right up in my space, holding my hips as he steered me backward to the bed.

I hit the side of the mattress and fell backward.

He followed me onto the bed, a solid weight on top of me as he kissed me again.

His chest hair scraped against the sensitive skin of my pecs and the thin cotton of our underwear rubbed as he rocked against me.

His dick dragged along the length of mine, making my hips stutter upward as I chased more friction.

I shoved a hand between us, but my knuckles had barely brushed his cock before he caught my hand in his, grasping my wrists and pinning them over my head.

“Uh-uh,” he murmured in my ear. “Pin you down and fuck you stupid, remember?”

Why the fuck was bossy Miller so hot? I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I did know that I didn’t want it to stop, so I nodded obediently.

“Good,” he said softly. His breath was hot against my skin as he kissed his way along my collarbone, the delicate press of his lips enough to have me squirming beneath him.

He continued to rock against me, and the heat and friction when our cocks rubbed together sent shock waves running through me.

I let out a low groan and he lifted his head long enough to give me a smug grin before rolling off to one side, releasing his grip on my wrists.

The sound I made wasn’t a whine. It wasn’t.

Miller gave a low laugh and slipped his thumbs into the elastic of his boxer briefs and slid them down, kicking them off the side of the bed.

Then he tugged at the waist of my underwear.

I lifted my hips off the bed and he pulled them down and off, leaving us both naked with my hard, leaking cock on display.

He grasped my hips and moved me so I was lying on the bed properly.

Then he looked me slowly up and down, the hunger clear in his gaze.

Something about having him look at me that way made my cock even harder, precum dripping from the head.

Miller reached out and ran a single fingertip along the length of my shaft, and then he wrapped his hand around it and stroked me a couple of times.

Every nerve in my body lit up, and I let out a filthy noise.

Miller grinned and rolled away for a second.

He came back holding lube and a condom in his hand.

He moved down the bed and settled himself between my legs, pressing at the inside of my thighs until I spread them wider for him.

He ran a hand down over my chest and belly, his touch setting off sparks, before popping the cap on the lube and slicking up his fingers.

He slid a fingertip along my crack before circling my hole, his touch firm as he pressed forward.

I let out a soft grunt at the sensation of his fingertip sinking into me, and he paused for a second.

But when I rolled my hips, chasing more, he got with the program and started opening my ass properly, the momentary sting melting into pleasure as he stretched my rim and added a second finger.

My knees fell open when he touched my prostate, making my cock pulse, and I reached down to stroke myself.

He didn’t stop me this time, thank fuck, and between him teasing my ass and my own hand on my cock, it wasn’t long before I was a panting, squirming mess, desperate for him to fuck me.

“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 racing down 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 my life .

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 we spooning right 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 had that come 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.”

He let out a snort of laughter. “Yeah, no. I’m not up for another round either. But maybe… Wednesday? After we go see your grandma? You could come back here or I could go to your place.”

I thought of the chaos I lived in, what with the twins and Wilder coming and going at all hours, and my cut-price beer and my paper-thin sheets, and the way both Chase and Cash hated strangers in their space. “Nah, I’ll come here.”

I tried to sound casual, like I wasn’t already excited about the prospect of getting my guts rearranged twice in one week, but I wasn’t sure I pulled it off.

But really, who cared if my enthusiasm showed?

Miller was the one who was eager to set a time and a date for a repeat performance, so obviously he was as into me as I was into him.

And you know what? That felt pretty damn good.