Page 30 of The Aster Valley Collection, Vol. 1

MIKEY

I knew I wasn’t dreaming because I stubbed my toe on the bathroom doorjamb hard enough to make me feel like puking.

“Arghh!” I yelped, doubling over to look at the damage.

Tiller came up behind me muttering, “What the hell?”

He led me over to the toilet and closed the lid before sitting me down and squatting to inspect my foot.

The toe I’d caught on the edge of the frame was red.

Watching Tiller’s giant, capable hand on my foot made me swoon a little.

There were moments that hit me every once in a while, reminding me that I worked for a celebrity.

These same hands had been featured in ad campaigns, interviews, and countless discussions on sports talk shows.

And now they were tending to my boo-boo.

“I’m fine,” I said reflexively, trying to pull my foot out of his grip. He held on and continued to gently press here and there to test the digit.

“I’ve never chased someone away enough to literally endanger their well-being,” he teased.

“So, I’m your first?”

He glanced up at me with a grin. “Guess so. Lucky you.”

No shit.

I reached out and ran a hand through his hair. I’d always wanted to touch it, but now I felt like maybe I could actually get away with it. The wavy locks slipped through my fingers, and Tiller made a sound of pleasure. I moved my hand down to stroke his cheek.

“You are an ugly SOB,” I murmured affectionately.

His face crinkled with a chuckle. “And you’re obviously going to survive this horrific injury. Get your ass up and get naked.”

Tiller stood and turned toward the big tiled shower, reaching for the dials and spinning them to start the spray. I watched the muscles of his butt move through his pajama pants and couldn’t believe I was actually going to be able to see his bare ass up close and in person.

I shook my head to rid it of the bucketloads of desire I had for him. This was such a bad idea. Being completely naked with him would make me want more. Lots more.

“What are we doing?” I blurted. “This can’t… we can’t…”

Tiller’s startled expression turned my way. “I was just… going to take a shower? I thought you…”

“No, I know. Yeah. But…” I stopped and threw my hands out. “You’re… and I’m…”

I didn’t want to say the words boss and employee because I didn’t want to make Tiller feel like he’d done anything wrong.

He hadn’t. I’d wanted everything we’d done together.

But at the same time, I didn’t want to fuck up his career either.

And he had no idea what hooking up with me could do to his position with the Riggers.

His face relaxed a little. “Stop thinking right now and get your clothes off.” When I didn’t move, he frowned. “Unless you don’t want to. I didn’t mean to imply?—”

“I want to! Jesus, of course I want to. It’s just such a fucking bad idea. Right?”

Tiller shrugged and reached for the strap to his sling to start removing it from his bad arm. “Probably. But I’d really like to rub against your naked body right now, so I don’t want to overthink it and fuck up my chances.”

Once he got the sling off, he reached behind his head and grabbed a handful of cotton, pulling the shirt off and revealing his multimillion-dollar torso.

I drooled and stared like a fangirl until he started to laugh. “You’ve seen my chest before.”

“Not like this. Not… in a ‘you just had your finger in my ass’ kind of way. Totally different.”

His eyes simmered with heat as he crooked a finger at me. “How many times am I going to have to ask you to take off all your clothes?”

His voice was hypnotic. I stood and walked over to him before reaching out and running a tentative hand across all of those delicious muscles. “Holy mother of god.”

Tiller reached for the hem of my sleep shirt and yanked it up. When it hindered my ability to fondle his pecs, I finally helped him get it off me. He must have known I was self-conscious around his incredible body, because he treated me like I was the sexiest man alive.

“You make me hard every day,” he said in a low voice.

“Did you know that? I come into the kitchen sometimes and just stare at your ass. Sometimes you wear those blue shorts that pull between your cheeks when you lean over, and I want to kneel down on the ground right there and fucking stick my face in your ass.”

I stared at him and gulped. This couldn’t possibly be happening. “Ngh.”

He smiled and continued while he pulled at the tie on my sleep pants. “I’d eat your ass right there in our kitchen. Pull those shorts down and stick my tongue inside you.”

I choked on my tongue a little and made a snorting, gasping sound at the same time. Tiller just took it in stride. He moved around behind me and ran his hands along my bare skin.

“I want to lick every inch of you,” he murmured against the back of my ear. “Taste your cock, eat your ass, kiss your mouth until I can’t breathe anymore.”

I started panting, unable to take a deep breath without feeling like I was going to faint dead away from hard need.

“Would you like that?”

“Mm-hm. Yeah. Yep. Yes. That. Like that.” I cleared my throat to speak more clearly. “I would like that. Please. Yes, please.”

Tiller’s huge hands spanned my stomach, and I couldn’t help but stare down at the stark contrast between his tan hands and my winter-pale belly.

His fingers moved down into the nest of hair at the base of my dick, and my hard-on jumped up to meet it.

I leaned back against him, noticing the thick ridge of his cock was still covered in soft flannel.

“All that talk of naked and you’re still dressed,” I said, arching back into him to feel more of it against my lower back.

I felt him shimmy out of the pants until his cock pressed bare and hot against my skin.

“Oh fuck.” I kind of wanted him to put it inside me, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to ask him for anal when I’d never done it before.

It was a bell that wouldn’t be able to be unrung as soon as either one of us finally wised up and decided how stupid this was.

“Want to fuck you into the nearest flat surface,” he mumbled in a rough voice. “Pound this sweet ass and listen to you beg for it harder.”

“Jesus fuck,” I breathed. “I never pegged you for a dirty talker.”

His deep chuckle was familiar and warm. “Don’t like it?”

“Are you kidding? I’m going to come untouched right now if you keep at it. And I already came once tonight.” Well, twice, but I wasn’t about to tell him about the masturbation session earlier.

His hands continued to explore as heat started floating out of the shower enclosure. I was in no hurry to speed things along. If he wanted to waste every ounce of snowmelt in Colorado, that was fine by me. Apparently my libido was the opposite of an environmentalist.

“Your body is perfect,” he continued, running his hands up the inside of my thighs until he cupped my balls in one hand and stroked me with the other.

“Your shoulder,” I warned half-heartedly. Was there something less than half-heartedly? If so, that was how weak my warning was.

“It’s fine. Turn around.”

When I spun to face him, I had a hard time meeting his eyes. This was really happening. I was naked with my boss. I was bare-assed with the highest-paid receiver in NFL history. I was getting ready to give a blow job to one of my dad’s players.

Again.

Nerves swooped in my stomach until Tiller reached for my chin with the side of his index finger. Twin divots of worry crinkled his forehead.

“Hey. It’s just us here. Talk to me.”

I met his eyes then and saw such sweet concern and understanding. I saw the man I’d come to care for as way more than a boss.

“What if this is a mistake?” I didn’t want to ruin my chances, but god. I didn’t want to fuck things up with him either. “I don’t want to lose you. As a friend, I mean. Or… anything.”

His hand cupped the side of my face. “Then let’s not do this. It’s okay if you don’t want to. I never wanted to pressure you for?—”

I put my hand on his. “No! That’s not what I mean. You didn’t pressure me at all, and believe me when I tell you I do—very much do —want to.”

“Then why do you look terrified?” His smile was kind as he ran a thumb along my cheek.

“I don’t want to fuck us up. I don’t want you to get in trouble. I don’t?—”

He shut me up with a kiss and then leaned down and grabbed me around the back with his good arm before lifting me up.

I automatically straddled his waist and wrapped my arms and legs around him as he moved toward the shower.

I had to step down to the wet tiles to help adjust the temperature of the water while the warm steam immediately landed on my skin.

Once the temperature was just right, Tiller nudged me under the spray but never took his hands or lips off me.

He grabbed the bar of soap and started running it all over me, paying close attention to my ass and my junk.

My dick was hard, and my balls ached. I finally sank down to my knees and looked up at him through wet lashes. “Can I?”

The look on his face was a heady mix of tender and hungry. He grunted his approval and grabbed my hair gently with his good hand as I leaned in to rub my face along his thick erection.

Fuck, it was a nice dick. Thick and ruddy, hard as fuck. I grabbed it at the base and licked around the head, never taking my eyes off his.

My heart hammered with excitement and lust. I’d dreamed about this so many times, and now it was real. I was getting ready to suck Tiller Raine’s cock.

I was on my knees for the kindest man I knew, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever done.

“Just like that,” he murmured as I began to run my tongue around him and pull him into my mouth. One of my hands clutched the rounded hamstrings on the back of his thigh while the other cupped his sac and rolled his balls. “Oh, god, that’s… fuck. Don’t stop. Please, baby. Just… oh sweet fuck.”

His words only spurred me on. I wanted to do my best for him, to make him crazy with lust until he blew down my throat with a roar.

I licked and sucked and pulled until my hair was dripping with shower water and my chin was dripping with spit.

Tiller’s hands had moved down from my hair to settle on either side of my face, but they didn’t control me.

They simply held me gently and caressed me, at complete odds with the shaking, barely contained energy I felt in his leg muscles.

“Fuck my face,” I managed to say, gasping for breath between swallows.

Tiller’s eyes widened, and his fingers tightened a little on my face, but then he was thrusting tentatively into my mouth. I pulled him deeper with my hands on the back of his legs until he was groaning and fucking into me, crying out that he was going to come.

I moved my hands up to his ass and held him tightly to me when I felt him get close.

Even if he hadn’t admitted to a long dry spell earlier, I already knew his health status since he had to get checked all the time for his job.

There was no way I was giving up the opportunity to take his load and make him even crazier.

My eyes burned with tears, and my nose ran. The sensation of his thick cock wedged in my throat suddenly got me closer to my own release. I reached down with one hand and jacked myself off. The minute Tiller noticed, he did exactly what I’d been hoping for.

He screamed his orgasm loud enough to wake the dead which was definitely enough to wake my dick, too.

I shot against the shower floor in spurts as I struggled to keep up with his load.

With his head thrown back, all of his stomach muscles rippled under the beads of water clinging to his chest hair and happy trail.

I ran my hands up the v of his abdomen and reveled at what an incredibly perfect body he had.

While I was still stunned from the experience, he leaned over and snaked his good arm under one of my armpits before pulling me up into a kiss. My legs were weak and wobbly, but he held me tightly.

“Why did I wait five years for this?” He spoke against my cheek as he rubbed his face against mine. “You’re so damned hot, so fucking sweet. I can’t get enough of you.”

My heart still thundered in my chest as I leaned against him and soaked in his words and this feeling. I felt invincible.

And I never wanted it to end.

“Stay with me tonight?” I asked hesitantly. I wasn’t sure what this was or what he was expecting. But I was afraid if we went our separate ways to our different bedrooms, the magic spell would be broken and this time-out-of-time experience with him would disappear forever.

His eyes met mine, and I thought I saw some of the same feelings swirling through his eyes. Maybe it was just wishful thinking.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’d like that.” Then he winked at me. “Or, as my… Mikey says, ‘Mm-hm. Yeah. Yep. Yes. I would like that. Please. Yes, please.’”

I pinched his nipple, hard. “Asshole,” I muttered.

We finished washing each other as quickly as we could, and then Tiller Raine followed me to my bed and curled his giant body around mine.

I slept like a baby until the doorbell woke us up.