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CHAPTER 9

MILLER

I shouldn’t be this happy, considering we’d just lost our first game of the season, but I was. I could feel Lathan slipping closer to giving in. I didn’t understand why I wanted him so much, but it was fruitless to deny it. I wanted to bend Lathan Silver until he broke. I wasn’t usually this dominating when it came to sex. But with him, the same beast that emerged on the ice kept coming out to play.

It wanted to ravage him, and I was helpless to stop it.

“You do know we lost, right?” Bell asked with a chuckle.

I dropped my perusal of Lathan and turned to my friend with a smile. “Yep.”

“Then do you have a death wish? Because Silver looks two seconds away from coming over here and ripping your eyes out.” He scrubbed his wet hair with his towel as he eyed me.

I grinned wider. “Nah. That’s just his way of saying hello.” Or foreplay , but I couldn’t exactly say that part out loud.

“Whatever you say, man.”

We finished dressing and walked out, and the rest of the team followed. We had a four-hour flight ahead of us, and we were all eager to get home. Lathan ignored me as I passed by his seat, but I could feel his eyes on me. He could pretend all he wanted that he wasn’t affected, but I wasn’t buying it.

The lights dimmed once we were all loaded, changed, and reseated. I spent half the flight sleeping and the other half looking up new recipes to try this week. I’d always enjoyed cooking and trying new things, but it wasn’t as fun to cook for one person. Watching Lathan enjoy what I made had unlocked a new kink. I was addicted to earning the little smiles he gave when he liked something.

Descending the steps of the plane, I hugged Bell bye, waved to a few other guys, and headed to my car. Despite us living together and going to the same place, Lathan and I drove separately. Though I suppose in his case, he’d been driven here. I spotted the black monstrosity with his driver idling at the gate and smiled to myself.

He was waiting for me. He would never admit it, but he was.

I’m going to make you like me, Lathan Silver. Just you watch.

While driving, I schemed new ways to push his buttons. I didn’t normally antagonize people, so there was a certain kind of freedom in doing it with Lathan.

I could hear the shower running in his room when I entered mine. He was hiding from me, but that was okay. It gave me more time to set my trap.

Changing into a black jock, I wrapped another new apron around my waist and set about making a midnight snack. After the past few games, we’d fallen into a routine when neither of us could sleep. I’d make something yummy for us to eat. Lathan would complain about it not being on his diet plan. Then I’d inform him it was, and he’d pout but eventually give in and enjoy my creation while we watched TV.

We hadn’t voiced it out loud, but we’d silently agreed only to watch episodes of Ted Lasso together. Landon had recommended it, and it seemed we were both invested despite neither saying so. I wasn’t sure at this point if it was the show itself I was intrigued by or the man sitting next to me on the couch. Either way, I was firmly in the ‘believe’ camp.

“How many of those do you have?” Lathan said, gesturing to my apron. This one said, “ I’m the special ingredient. ” It was tamer than the others, but I liked its blue color.

“Why? Want to borrow one?” I teased.

Lathan rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything. The timer went off, and I wished I could have seen his expression when I turned. His shocked gasp when I bent over to open the oven was reward enough.

“What the fuck?” he shouted, and I stood with the tray of ‘mostly’ healthy cookies.

“Chocolate chip oatmeal cookies,” I said, pretending not to know what he was referring to.

“That’s not. I… What?” His face was red, and I smiled as I set the pan on the cooling rack. I went about my routine, turning off the oven and drying the dishes I’d already washed. My back was to him the whole time, and I was dying to know what he was thinking. Interested, Lathan?

By the time I scooped the cookies off the tray and sat on the sofa, Lathan’s face had returned to its usual color, and his eyes were focused on the TV. I hit play and nudged the plate toward him. “It’s not ‘biscuits with the boss’, but I promise they’re good. Family recipe.”

He cleared his throat. “I’m good.”

I shrugged. “Suit yourself.” I took a bite and moaned. Was it louder than needed? Of course. Did I care? Not in the least.

Lathan stayed still throughout the entire episode, and I worried I’d broken him. I’d been confident he’d fold and give in to this undeniable chemistry between us, but the man was as unyielding as a toddler refusing to go to bed.

I turned off the TV and stood without saying anything. If he wasn’t going to give in, then I needed to take care of the throbbing pressure myself. Some time alone with my favorite dildo and an incognito tab was just what I needed to end the night.

“I won’t be joining you for your run tomorrow,” I said in lieu of goodnight. I had plans to volunteer at Rainbow Lounge tomorrow and wanted to sleep in as much as I could. Not that Lathan cared if I ran with him or not. I thought our feelings were mutual, but I’d been wrong.

Some space from him while I gathered myself was needed.

His arm snapped out, grabbed my wrist, and stopped my retreat. “Why?” he gritted out. The sound was guttural, and I had to hold myself still so I didn’t shudder.

“Because I want to sleep in.” No way was I telling him the real reason.

“Not good enough, Bambi.”

“Too bad, Silver Spoon. You don’t control me; I just let you pretend.” I yanked my wrist free and stomped to my room. I sighed in relief when I made it there without further incident. I quickly opened my toy drawer and pulled out my favorite dildo when my door flew open, and an angry Lathan stormed inside.

His blue eyes were stormy, and his body was taut. Dangerous energy radiated off him, and I wanted to see what he’d do, but I knew it wasn’t the time to test his restraint.

“Rude much?”

“We weren’t finished.”

“You might not have been, but I sure was. Get out of my room.” I crossed my arms and realized too late I still held the brightly colored dildo in my hands. I leaned into it and lifted a brow in challenge. Unless he was here to touch my dick, I wouldn’t be embarrassed for seeking my pleasure elsewhere.

Lathan advanced with the same speed he showed on the ice and knocked me back into the wall with the dildo pressed between us.

Fire lit up my entire body, and I came alive at the feel of him. Hot skin. Hard muscles. And one pulsing erection digging into my own.

“So mouthy. I can think of better ways for you to use your mouth,” he growled.

I smirked before taking control and spinning us so he was pressed into the wall. The dildo fell to the ground, and I shoved his hands above his head to trap him.

Leaning forward, I licked up his neck before whispering into his ear. “Cute, but you’re not in charge, Silver.” His body relaxed against me, and I smiled into his neck before sucking hard to mark him. “You like that, don’t you? Me taking charge?”

He whimpered, and I sucked harder. “I need to hear you say it, Lath. Tell me you want this. That you want me .”

It was needy, but I was beyond caring. I’d been pining for him for years, and I wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass me by.

“I want this,” he gritted out like he had glass in his mouth. My free hand traveled down his body, and I gripped his cock. I gave it one stroke before I stopped.

“And?” I prodded.

He groaned and thrust his hips forward, but I held him entirely at my mercy. He couldn’t move without my permission.

“I want you,” he whispered. His blue eyes swirled hot as fire as he stared at me, daring me to use his words against him. But I had no intention of doing that. Now that he’d admitted it, I would give him whatever he wanted.

“Good boy,” I cooed and nibbled on the sensitive skin of his neck and resumed my stroking of his dick. He melted into the wall, and I hadn’t even done anything spectacular yet. When we touched skin to skin, he would lose his mind.

“On the bed. Clothes off,” I ordered.

Lathan swallowed, and his eyes searched mine. When I didn’t relent, he nodded, and I let him go. He stumbled toward my bed but removed his clothes as I asked. When he was utterly bare to my eyes, I couldn’t move. His body was beautiful, an actual work of art.

His muscles were well-defined, and I couldn’t wait to lick every inch of his sinewy skin. His cock was uncut and thick, and my mouth watered at the sight. I’d balked at his statement earlier, but at the mere sight of his dick, I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around it.

Patience. I had to play this carefully.

My gaze snagged on the tattoos, and I had to grab the base of my cock to stop myself from coming. Holy moly, those were sexy. He had two on his upper thighs that his briefs covered. I stared in awe at them and then the one low on his ribs. Lathan was so private that I hadn’t ever seen this much of him. He was either the first in the locker room or the last. He never walked around half-dressed around others, and outside of the first night I’d been here, he’d always been dressed in his apartment, too. I’d been too angry, and that was a crime against humanity.

Seeing all of his naked skin on display was doing things to me—things I hadn’t been prepared for.

“If you don’t do something in the next second, I’m leaving,” he challenged.

Ah, poor baby was getting self-conscious.

Smirking, I stalked toward the bed and pinned him beneath me. “Don’t worry, Silver Spoon. I plan to take excellent care of you.”

Before he could respond, I wrapped my lips around his dick and swallowed him whole. He fell back onto the mattress, and a loud moan tumbled out, unencumbered. I smiled around his dick as I continued to deep-throat him. My sexual experiences weren’t vast, but I’d been a quick study with the few partners I had. And blow jobs were my expertise.

Once I had him nice and sloppy, I popped off and tugged my briefs down, and freed my cock. Lathan’s eyelids fluttered as he took in my erection. Grinning, I wrapped my hand around us and brought them together. His eyes rolled back, and he rewarded me with another loud moan. Lathan might be quiet in his everyday life, but he was obnoxiously loud in the bedroom.

I loved it.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Mmhmm,” he moaned.

“Your cock is so pretty, Lath. I have so many ideas I want to do.”

“Do it,” he mumbled and thrust his hips up. He couldn’t stop himself.

“Oh, I plan to. As long as you don’t freak out on me.”

He gave another nonsensical noise as I stroked us faster. I was braced over his thighs, giving me a glorious view of his abs. I watched how they flexed as I shuttled my hand over us. Taking a chance, I reached down and cupped his balls. His immediate groan was all the answer I needed. I palmed them and tugged, giving them attention before I trailed my finger lower. Lathan froze and met my eyes. His gaze was hesitant, so I softened my gaze.

“Just trust me, I promise to stop if you hate it.”

He nodded, and I spit onto our joined erections. My saliva trailed down, and I used it to coat my finger. Lathan’s breathing sped up as I grazed his puckered hole, and I knew when I finally got to breach him, it would be epic. My orgasm built quickly at the sight of him before me. Lathan’s cock leaked precum, his balls drawn up tight, and the look of pure bliss on his face was enough to end me.

The rosy hue painted on his cheeks was my favorite sight. If I were an artist, I’d capture his face right now. It was glorious, and I knew my memory would never recapture it the same. Still, I kept my eyes on him as I brought us both to the edge. The urge to kiss him was so intense I had to distract myself. If I let myself go down that road, I’d lose everything.

“You feel so good in my hand, Silver. I’m going to come all over you and make a mess. I’m going to wreck you, Lath.”

His eyes popped open at my words, and it was the last straw. As we held eye contact, I did exactly as I said and erupted all over our cocks. Lathan followed, his hot cum adding to mine. I didn’t stop stroking us until the last drop. His stomach was covered in both of our cum, and I wished I could take a picture of it.

Instead, I swirled my fingers in our combined cum and lifted it up to his mouth. It was one thing to let another guy jerk you off; it was a completely different level to swallow his cum. I needed to know he wasn’t just using me. That he wasn’t thinking of me as someone else. I couldn’t stand it if he did.

I might not mean anything to him, but he did to me.

“Lick it clean,” I encouraged. Lathan kept eye contact as he sucked my finger clean. My dick twitched at the imagery, trying to rally for another round. “Good boy,” I said before climbing off him and entering the bathroom. I wet a washcloth, cleaned myself off, and then returned to do the same to him. Except when I stepped into the room, my bed was empty.

You can run for now, Lathan, but I will catch you.