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“Sorry,” I said, even though I wasn’t.

He let out a breathless chuckle. “Pretty sure my brain is in a thousand pieces right now. No sorry needed.”

I moved around to face him on the bed and brushed my palm down his face. “We had plans for more.”

Mikey’s face relaxed into a tender smile as he turned to press a kiss in my palm. “I know where you live. I’ll take a rain check.”

My heart did a little spinny number at the idea I’d get more chances to have sex with Mikey V. The very thought of pressing my dick inside of him made me almost get hard again, but I didn’t quite have it in me. I was tired from the long day and ready to curl up around Mikey’s hot little body and lose myself to sleep.

“Thank you for today,” I said as I moved us under the covers of the large bed and arranged him the way I wanted him. His limbs were like jelly, and he stayed exactly where I put him.

Just as I was drifting into sleep, he murmured something against my chest.

“What was that, baby?” I asked in a soft voice.

“I’m really hungry.”

I laughed so loudly, I woke us both up again. We finally got out of bed and made our way into the kitchen for a midnight snack where we spent another hour talking about what a nice time we’d had with Gent and Winter. This “time out of time” in Aster Valley was so different from our lives in Houston.

It was bittersweet, because I could see Mikey thriving away from his family and among kind people who had nothing to do with football and who showed interest in who he was and what he enjoyed doing. Aster Valley was good for Mikey, but it wasn’t until the following day it finally sunk in. Mikey moving to Aster Valley wasn’t just an idle thought, but a distinct possibility.

14

Mikey

I knew it wasn’t going to last. This floaty feeling of hope, the naive expectation we could make things work between us. The stupid, desperate desire to have Tiller Raine as my actual boyfriend.

I was on my knees in the snow, getting ready to pull Tiller’s hard cock out of his jeans and warm it up with my mouth when his phone rang.

“Ignore it,” he hissed. His fingers tightened in my hair. We’d been halfway through a nice early morning stroll in the snowy woods behind the house when the shrill sound pierced the silence and made me almost tumble onto my ass.

I tried ignoring it, but as my tongue curled around the head of his dick, it went off again. He fumbled it out of his pocket, cursing. It continued to ring. I finally huffed out a cloudy breath and stood, brushing my knees off and reaching out to close his pants.

“Not so fast,” he cautioned. “It’s Markus. I’ll get rid of him.”

I tried not to roll my eyes. Leave it to his agent to cockblock me.

“Markus, now’s not a good time.” His voice was rough and sexy. I closed my eyes and spun away from him to get my libido in check. The resentful part of me was feeling bitter about the reminder of our real lives back home. It was bound to happen at some point, but up till now, I’d made myself scarce when he received a call from work. I didn’t want to hear about the Riggers. I didn’t want to know about the film they’d sent him to study.

Maybe it was selfish, but for once in my fucking life, I wanted someone all to myself without sharing him with fucking football.

“It’s going well, actually. The physical therapist was here and—”

He stopped talking, presumably when Markus interrupted him.

“Yes, but—”

After another minute, I heard Tiller sigh. “Mm-hm. Okay…”

If his agent was trying to convince him to come back to Houston, come back to work… I was going to lose my shit.

Two can play at this game.

I stepped close to him and dropped to my knees again. Tiller’s eyes widened comically, and his head began shaking emphatically.

But he didn’t step away.

I pulled him back out and went to town on his dick. His hand clutched at my hair as if he was going to use it to pull me off, but he didn’t. He gasped and groaned, quickly explaining to Markus he’d tripped over something. I heard the sound of Markus’s raised voice warning him against more injuries.

I wanted to laugh. I wanted to fist pump. But more than anything, I wanted to stay out there under the bright clear winter sun and bring Tiller Raine to his knees.

He made a choking sound before trying to answer one of Markus’s questions. “I need to come. I mean go. I need to go. Oh fuck. No, my… foot. It’s fine. Oh god. No… it’s… lemme call you back.”


Tags: Lucy Lennox Aster Valley M-M Romance