“Tiller!” He thrust his cock into my side and threw his head back with a cry. His hand reflexively tightened around my dick when he came, and between that and seeing his face as he orgasmed, it was enough to finish me off.
I pumped into his grip and pressed my face into his damp, hot neck. As I gradually came down from the high, I realized one of Mikey’s hands was rubbing lazy shapes on my bare back where my shirt was rucked up, and his other hand had loosened its hold on my dick.
I pressed kisses into the side of his neck and down along the ridge of his collarbone. At some point, I must have stretched out the neck of his T-shirt because it was wide enough now for me to see the pale freckles leading to one shoulder. A few wisps of chest hair peeked out from the shadows, and I could smell the soap on his skin from the shower he must have taken earlier. It mixed with his own body scent in a way that drove me wild.
Hell, everything about Mikey drove me wild.
“You okay?” I asked, almost too scared to listen for the answer.
I nuzzled his cheek and felt his smile before he spoke. “Mm-hm. You?”
After letting out a sigh of relief, I propped myself up so I wouldn’t squash him. “More than. That was hot.”
He flushed a deeper pink and nodded. “No kidding. I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”
I realized we were both in the awkward position of being one-armed. He had a handful of jizz while I had one arm in a sling. I sat up and reached for the kitchen towel I’d been using as a napkin with the fruit bowl earlier. When I handed it to him, he smiled and cleaned off his hand before squirming to get the rest of the way out from under me.
“Gonna need to, ah, change my pajamas,” he said without looking at me. This awkward shyness around me was new, and while I found it a little endearing, I didn’t want him to ever be uncomfortable.
“Can I… I mean… we could… take a quick shower? Together?”
Mikey’s eyes widened as he looked over at me. He was probably wondering how someone so dorky could possibly whack the dork meter even higher. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s… yeah.”
It turned out, this dork was in good company. I grinned at him. “So… that’s a yeah, then?”
He swatted me with the nasty dish towel and then took off running toward the back hallway. “Last one in is a cocky pro baller!” he yelled over his shoulder.
I took my time standing up and shimmying the sticky pants off my junk. Mikey was wrong.
The last one in was the luckiest man on the goddamned planet.
10
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.