Blindsided (Fake Boyfriend #4)(45)

Miller’s dark eyes flare with heat. “Relax your jaw and breathe through your nose.”

I lower my head, but right before I get his cock back in my mouth, he grips my hair tight.

“And careful with the teeth.”

With a chuckle, I try again and can take him a tiny bit farther this time.

Miller’s breathing picks up, but he lies as still as possible. His thigh muscles contract, and as much as I should be worried about his injury, I assume he’ll tell me if his leg hurts too much.

My head bobs and my cheeks hollow on the upstroke as I add suction and then release when I push my head back down again.

Miller’s hands fumble for a place to go and tremor slightly.

I keep pushing my limits, because every time I go that tiny bit deeper into my throat, it makes him more frazzled and me even harder.

“Fuck, keep doing that.”

Miller’s encouragement turns me on more than anything ever has in my entire life, and I need friction on my cock. My hips rock against the bed, my dick dragging back and forth against the sheets.

“Holy shit, you’re gonna make me come.”

I moan around his cock, which sets mine off, and it’s the first time I’ve ever come without someone touching me. My orgasm rocks my entire body, and I lose rhythm on Miller’s cock, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He’s too busy with his head thrown back and his mouth open in ecstasy.

Like I always do when I defile hotel room sheets, I send up a silent apology to the housekeeping staff and make a mental note to leave a big tip.

“Seriously, Marc, pull away.”

I shake my head.

“Fuck … fuck … fuck! I can’t …” Miller lets out the guttural roar I wanted and bucks into my mouth. More saltiness coats my taste buds, and I remind myself to breathe through my nose when I swallow.

His cock slips from between my lips, and Miller taps my shoulder to get me to climb up the bed.

I wriggle my way up, and Miller’s arms come around me. One of his hands moves between us, moving to my softening cock.

“Want me to—”

“Yeah, bit late for that. Making you come was apparently too much for me to handle.”

“In that case, you’re welcome to do it any time you want. Like, any time. All the time.”

I’m surprised he doesn’t call me on being fast on the trigger, but no way am I bringing that to his attention. “Well, we have until July to take advantage. In between training, I’ll blow you. Make it like a reward system.”

“That might not be the best idea. I’m already terrified of getting a hard-on on the field from just being near you. Every time we complete a pass, I might try to push your head into my crotch.”

“That’d be a nice halftime show.”

We laugh, but Miller’s dies quickly.

“Fuck.” Miller’s tone is dejected. “I’m still talking as if I’m gonna be on the field next season.”

“You will be.” I’ll make sure of it.





Chapter Eighteen





MILLER





The day after the Super Bowl, Talon flies back to Chicago while I go home again. He needs a few days to straighten his shit out and then a few more to visit his family in Colorado, so I’m taken off guard when he turns up on my doorstep a day earlier than planned.

Yet, there he is, in all his Talon glory, still basking in his Super Bowl win which has his killer smile on display. His blond hair is covered by a beanie, and his warm breath comes out in puffs of steam. “New York is colder than Colorado.”

“Somehow I doubt that,” I say. “What are you—”

“Who’s ready for some training?” He pushes his way into the house and is way too excited for this time of morning.

I close the door to stop the cold air from coming in. “I guess the correct answer here is me? You’re a day early.”

“I knew you had your PT appointment today, and I wanted to come so I can talk strategy with your therapist.”

“You weren’t kidding when you said you were gonna ride me hard, were you?”

Talon’s eyes fill with lust, and I shove him.

“I meant with training, you dick.”

He shakes his head as if clearing his thoughts. “Don’t say dick and ride and hard in the span of fifteen seconds. It short-circuits my brain, and I need a reboot.”

“Ah. So, it all comes out. You’re a sex robot sent from the future.”

“Here at your service for whenever you want.” Talon’s eyes drift down my body. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him looking at me that way. “Seriously, whenever you want.”

A little voice from behind me startles me. “What’s a sech robot?”

Oh, fuck.

I turn to my niece with a really big smile. “I’ll give you a lollipop to never repeat that again.”

“Is it a bad word? Mommy says bad words.”

“It is a bad word.”

“What’s a bad word?” Mom says from the other end of the hallway.

“Nothing.” I stand up straight.

“I forget already,” Gabby says.

I owe that kid a lollipop.

“Marcus Talon, get your butt in here,” Mom says when she spots him.