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CHAPTER 19

MILLER

This was dangerous territory, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to know Lathan on a deeper level, and I wanted him to know me, too. His blue eyes bore into me, and for once, I didn’t feel frozen by them but warmed. He licked his lips and swallowed once before speaking.

“I no longer have a relationship with my father. After what he pulled with Landon and Ava, I cut all contact with him. He tries to reach out when he needs something, but I have safeguards in place now to avoid any confrontations with him. He’s a ghost to me at this point.”

“I’m sorry your father was such a sucky human being.”

He nodded, and then took a breath. “My mother is an entirely different beast. My grandparents are very wealthy, and my mother grew up with large expectations on her shoulders. Marrying Frank wasn’t part of it; it was the one rebellious thing my mother did. Soon after they married, she was pregnant with me, and it gave her more incentive to stay. She finished her law degree and got her first job in County politics. From there, she kept climbing the ladder. Once she was mayor, she knew she would never advance with Frank attached to her, so she divorced him. She waited a few years to let everything settle and then publicly dated a candidate my grandparents approved of. Someone who would look good for her image and career.”

I frowned. “I feel kind of sad for your mom. It doesn’t sound like she has ever been married for love.”

Lathan snorted. “The concept of love is foreign in my family. Relationships are all transactional. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“I can’t imagine that was easy growing up with. That there was a lot of love and affection given freely.”

“I didn’t know what it felt like to be hugged until Ava,” he whispered. “My father was an asshole, but he got lucky meeting her. I don’t know how he convinced her he wasn’t a piece of shit, but I’m thankful for the time I got to know what it felt like to be loved by a parent and brother.”

Something in my heart broke at his confession. No wonder Lathan kept people at arm’s length. He didn’t know how to trust them. He’d never been shown. Ava and Lathan were the exception, not the rule.

“What’s your relationship like with your mother?”

Lathan’s brows dipped in concentration. “It often feels like I’m a prop she can use for her campaigns versus being her son.”

“That can’t be easy. Does she approve of hockey?”

“To a certain extent. In her mind, she’s giving me these years to live my life as I wish and be rebellious like she did, but I’ll be expected to fall in line somewhere down the line.”

“Which would mean?”

“Marry the right person, produce heirs, and either join the family business or her campaign.”

“What is the family business?”

“Something to do with textiles.” He shrugged. “I don’t interact with my grandparents that much. I spent all my time away playing hockey as much as possible. It wasn’t just to be away from my dad, but having to commit to their lifestyle.”

“It doesn’t seem like that’s something you want.”

“No. And I hear how entitled I sound. Growing up, I had the best schools and played on an elite hockey team. I didn’t have to worry about affording hockey equipment or going to camps. But I’m not sure the price for all that is worth the cost of my freedom. Hockey is the only thing I’ve ever loved. The only thing that’s been mine. I’m good at it, and I love to play the game. The day I don’t have hockey anymore…” He shuddered. “I don’t even want to think about it. It’s too depressing.”

“You’re allowed to feel angry that they tied strings to things you loved. You were a kid and trusted them to provide for you, not hold you liable for your future. That’s crap, Lath.” He smiled, and the sight took my breath away. “What?”

“Thank you.” He leaned closer, like he meant to kiss me, but stopped just before our lips touched. “For caring and not making me feel like an idiot.”

“Oh, of course. You don’t have to thank me for that.”

“Hmm. You also called me Lath outside of sexy times.”

“Huh. Did you like it?”

His smile widened. “I like it a lot.” He thrust his hips forward until his hard cock brushed against mine. “Do you think we have time for one more orgasm before we land?”

“Only one way to find out.” I grinned.

* * *

Our bags were barely across the threshold before I slammed Lathan into the wall and rubbed my hard cock against his backside. He whimpered, and I had to count backward to stop myself from combusting on the spot.

“Get naked,” I ordered. “I’m ready to take what’s mine.” My voice was gravelly, and I’d blush if I stopped to think about the words I was spouting. But there was no place for embarrassment when it came to claiming Lathan Silver.

“Yes,” he moaned, pressing back so he could do as I commanded. I inched back a step, not making it easy for him to slide between me and the wall. My body thrummed with need as he slid against me.

“Lath, I’m barely holding back,” I warned.

He chuckled, and I instantly loved the sound. It was light and carefree, something Lathan often wasn’t.

“Go.”

“Yes, sir.”

He sauntered down the hallway and left his suitcase in the entryway. It was the first time he hadn’t immediately unpacked and started laundry. I guess there were things more important than cleanliness to him, after all.

“Wait.” He paused and pivoted on his feet. “I need to feed Alaska.”

I pressed my hand against his chest. “I’ll take care of it. You have orders to obey.”

“Right.” He nodded and licked his lips. “Get naked.”

“And get on your hands and knees. I want to see my prize as soon as I enter your room.”

He groaned and adjusted himself before sprinting down the hall and into his bedroom. I took a second to calm myself before going to the kitchen and opening the pantry. I grabbed a can of Alaska’s food and opened it, drawing the white cat out of its hiding spot. He purred and wrapped himself around my legs as I dumped the foul-smelling food into a crystal dish—only the best for the spoiled thing.

“Here you go, bud. I’ll sneak you an extra treat if you stay away from the bedroom for a few hours,” I whispered, scratching his head. Alaska purred in response, and I smiled. He pretended he didn’t like me in front of Lathan, but the cat knew how to work people to get what he wanted.

I took a moment to ensure the front door was locked and everything was secured before rolling our suitcases down the hall. I might have been able to distract him temporarily, but eventually, he’d want to unpack. At least this way, I might be able to convince him to do it naked… with my cum dripping down his legs.

Hold up. Where had that thought come from? That would mean forgoing condoms. That wasn’t something I’d ever done. Gulping, I shoved that erroneous thought out of my mind and focused on the task at hand.

I unzipped my bag and retrieved the lube and condoms I’d stashed earlier. Turning, I lifted my shirt off and froze at the sight before me.

Mother of Pearl.

Lathan’s bubble butt was on display, presenting his hole with the plug to me. Groaning, I bit my fist in an attempt to quell my desire. This was not going to last long.

“Mills?”

“Yeah. I’m here.”

“Is everything okay?” he asked.

“Everything is perfect, baby. You’re perfect.”

His body relaxed, and I cursed myself for leaving him for too long. I didn’t want any insecurities to taint this moment. Dropping the supplies onto the bed, I shoved my sweatpants and socks off until I was standing naked behind him. Carefully, I caressed and squeezed his cheeks. Gah. His butt was magnificent.

“Take a breath and stroke your cock for me, Lath.”

He did as I asked, distracting himself as I removed the plug. He whimpered as it came free, making it my third favorite sound of his.

“Holy cow, Lath. The sight of your gaping hole is otherworldly."

“I need you,” he whined.

I didn’t hesitate. We’d both been wound tight in preparation for this moment. I slicked my fingers with lube and pushed them in. He was warm and inviting as I coated him. I brushed my fingers over his prostate, and he jerked forward.

“Nghn,” he muttered.

Smirking, I did it one more time before sheathing myself in a condom and lube. I notched myself at his entrance and braced my hands on his hips.

“Same as the plug. Breathe in and bear down as you exhale. It will sting at first, but it won’t last long. Just tell me if it’s too much.”

“It won’t be. Fuck me, Mills.”

Groaning, I tossed my head back and stared at the ceiling as my hands flexed on his hips. Geesh. He was going to be the death of me. Taking my own breath, I peered down as I pressed in. The sight of me entering Lathan was pornographic. The feel of him… that was heaven.

“Oh, wow,” I panted. “You’re so tight, baby.”

He grunted. His body was taut with tension, so I pressed in a little more and smoothed my hand down his back. “Breathe, Lath. Let me in. I’ll make it feel good.”

He did as I said and relaxed. My cock slid in another inch. I steadied myself so I didn’t press in too fast. I wanted this to feel as good for him as it did for me. My hands continued to explore, and I was able to sink a little deeper. I angled my hips, and when the tip of my dick brushed against that fleshy spot, he moaned and allowed me in further.

“That’s it, Lath. You’re doing so well. You okay?”

“Mmhm,” he mumbled into the comforter.

“I’m going to move now. You still green?”

“Green,” he said without hesitation.

Gently, I pulled back and watched in awe as my dick split open his cheeks. No other man had ever felt this good. And I had a suspicion no other man ever would again.

I withdrew before thrusting back in. I slid in much easier this time and felt him relax as I picked up the pace. My movements became quicker, and when I tilted my hips, I knew the instant I found his prostate again.

“Oh, fuck. More. Faster. Don’t hold back now, Bambi.”

Grinning, I gripped his hips harder and did as he requested. Tunneling in and out of him was sublime. A big part of me wished I could see his face, but I knew I wouldn’t survive it if I did. All the emotions I felt would be displayed, and there would be no hiding them. The only way to keep my heart intact was to distance myself. It was all I had left.

The sound of skin slapping skin quickly filled the room as my movements picked up. My balls were already drawn up tight, and I had to recite the Stanley Cup winners to quell the urge to come. Lathan melted into the mattress and eagerly pressed back to match my thrusts. He was better than I’d ever imagined.

“Touch yourself. Come for me, Lath.”

He moaned and wrapped his hand around himself. I watched as he jerked his hand up and down in clumsy strokes before he was erupting all over his hand. His hole tightened around me as he came, and it was all it took to send me over the edge. My entire body locked up, and my vision went black as the most intense orgasm washed over me. Tingles spread across my whole body, and my toes curled into the carpet as rope after rope of cum filled the condom.

Once I was done, it took the last bit of brainpower not to collapse on top of Lathan. I withdrew, tied off the condom, and chucked it into the trash can near the bed. I didn’t even watch to see if it made it before I fell onto the mattress. Lathan had rolled over and stared at me. I couldn’t read the expression on his face, and there weren’t enough brain cells firing yet for me to decipher it.

“So?” I panted, turning my head toward him. “Was it everything you thought it would be?”

“No,” he choked out, and my heart sank. “It was more.” Oh, thank goodness. He took a deep breath before turning on his side and drawing me to him. “I didn’t think anything could ever feel as good as scoring a goal, but that might beat it.”

I grinned. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He licked his lips. “Thank you. I wouldn’t have trusted anyone else to do that.”

“The honor is all mine. Have you seen your backside?” I teased.

Lathan rolled his eyes and pulled me closer, lifting a leg over me to hold me still. “How soon can we do that again?”

Laughing, I smoothed his hair back. “I knew you’d be a cock slut.” He smiled so easily I felt as if I’d won the goal. “But you need to rest. I don’t want to hurt you. Once you build up your stamina, good luck keeping me out.”

“That’s a term I can agree to.”

“Good.” I smacked his butt. It was becoming too intense, and I was likely to kiss him if I didn’t stop. “Come on. The best thing to help with that goal is to soak in the bath.”

I rolled off the bed and headed toward the bathroom. I didn’t look back as I started the water and prepared the bath, mostly because I was scared to see what would be on his face. This had become a dangerous game that I no longer held all the cards to, and I was past the point of caring.