I looked up at him. “He’s not cold anymore.”
“No.” But Miller didn’t let go of me. He held me tighter if anything.
But it kind of seemed like a distraction might do him some good. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his length.
“Brooklyn, you don’t have to…” his voice trailed off and he groaned as I stroked him up and down with my hand.
I knew I didn’t have to. I wanted to. I wanted him to forget about what just happened. It had taken me a year to remember how important living in the moment was. There were no more what-ifs. We were both here. Together.
I dropped to my knees and blinked up at him through the water falling around us.
He’d saved me. He was always saving me. How many nights had I waited for Matt to save me? I had no idea why I was even thinking about Matt. I wanted him to be gone from my memory. I wanted him out. I was so tired of thoughts of him pulling me into sadness. I just wanted to be happy. Right here with Miller. He was the one that showed up. He was the one saving me. And I loved him. I really fucking loved him.
He reached down and pushed some wet hair out of my face. His thumb gently tracing the outline of my lips. “You’re so beautiful.”
I wrapped my lips around this thumb and sucked.
He groaned, his cock growing even more.
I licked the pad of his thumb as he stared down at me. He didn’t look like he was in shock anymore. He looked like he was as desperate for me as I was for him.
I stopped sucking on his thumb and wrapped my lips around his cock instead.
He groaned and put his hand on the tiled wall.
I shoved him into the back of my throat before I could confess my love for him again. I didn’t want to not hear it back. I just wanted…him.
And I really needed to stop calling him Little Dicky. Especially since I could barely get my lips around this massive thing. Even when he was flaccid outside he was big. Miller was all man. And all mine.
I slid my lips down his shaft until he hit the back of my throat again.
“Fuck,” he groaned as one of his hands slid to the back of my neck.
I knew I wasn’t exactly great at this. I hadn’t had much practice. So I was glad when his hand started guiding me. I was glad that he took what he needed from me. I wanted to give him everything.
I was surprised when he pulled back. And even more surprised as he started to stroke himself as he stared down at me. His first shot of cum hit my chest. I thought he might close his eyes, but he didn’t. He was staring at me with so much heat in his gaze. The second shot hit my stomach. And the third landed right between my breasts. I was drenched in him. Like he’d just claimed me. I’d never experienced anything sexier in my whole life.
His chest was rising and falling fast. And then he closed his eyes and tilted his head to the ceiling.
I slowly stood up. “What’s wrong?”
He groaned. “Nothing. I’m trying to tell my dick to calm down so I don’t fuck you right now.”
I laughed. “That wasn’t enough for him? I’m covered in your skeet.”
He looked back down at me and the corner of his mouth ticked up. “You like being covered in my cum?”
I ran my finger through the skeet on my chest. “It’s a little sticky.”
He grabbed a bar of soap and lightly pushed me so that I was back under the shower’s stream. “I can help with that.” But his soapy hands only seemed interested in cleaning my breasts.
I laughed. “You’re doing a terrible job.”
“Where else do you need to be cleaned?”
I ran his hand down my chest and stomach, stopping right where I was craving him most. “I’m very dirty right here.”
“Is that so?” He lightly pushed me backward until my back hit the cold tile. “I dreamt about this too,” he whispered in my ear. “Watching my skeet drip down your tits. You begging me for more.”
My fingers tangled into his hair. “I do want more.”
His thumb gently swirled around my clit. “I’ll give you more tomorrow.” He stepped back under the water and started soaping up.
“What?”
He ran his soapy hand over his length as he stared at me. “I have to work in the morning. I’ll swing by the store tomorrow before I come home.”
Oh. Oh. There was a lot I loved about what he’d just said. The store meant condoms. And he referred to this place we were sharing as home.
He slowly rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. “I’m going to go whip us up some hot chocolate. Just come out whenever you’re properly warmed up.”
“Okay,” I said, even though I was already too warm if anything.
He smiled. “Okay then.”
I stared at his ass as he left the shower. I swear, every inch of him was pure muscley perfection. I bit my lip as he wrapped a towel around his waist. Seriously, he had no business looking that good in just a towel. I desperately wanted him right now. But I’d waited this long, I could wait one more day. It would be a first for us.
A first.
My stomach twisted into knots.
“I’ll be all your firsts, Brooklyn.” I could hear Matt’s voice in my head.
Get out of my head. I stepped back under the water. Matt had no business being in my head anymore. Our promises to each other meant nothing. Yes, I’d already shared this first with the wrong boy.
Matt was my first. But he wasn’t my last. Miller would be my last everything. And I’d make sure tomorrow night was perfect.
Chapter 33
Saturday
“I’ll be back soon,” Miller whispered and kissed my forehead.
“Hm?” My eyes slowly opened. Miller was fully dressed, his threadbare winter coat and all.
I slowly sat up in bed. “Should I drive you to work? That way I can use the car to explore and look for a job today.”
“No.”
I laughed. “What do you mean no? I want to see what’s around here. And I need a job to pull my weight.”
“I’d rather show you around myself. All you need to do today is sign up for online classes so you can start on Monday. Unless you’re already signed up?”
I had most definitely not been taking stupid high school classes online while I was in California. Was it that obvious? “I’m not taking two more years of dumb online classes. I’ll just take the GED test.”
“Pretty sure 17-year-olds have to take high school classes. Isn’t the GED thing for adults?”
I pressed my lips together. “I am an adult. Besides, I’m not even Brooklyn anymore. I’m Jane. And Jane is 21. Which means Jane can take the GED.”
Miller raised his eyebrow at me. “Whatever you want to do. But focus on that instead of thinking about getting a job. I’ve got us.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss against my lips. “I’ll be back sometime after lunch.”
“Okay.” I watched him walk out of the bedroom and then I glanced at the alarm clock. It was only 6 am. It was tempting to go back to sleep, but I was feeling restless. I guess I needed to figure out how to take that test online. Or maybe I could take it at the local high school. I pulled on a few layers of Miller’s clothes and wandered out into the hall.
There was a wooden desk in the living room with a laptop on it. I sat down and pressed the power button. A box popped up, prompting me for the password.