Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
With that thought, I push to prove myself, and we’re jogging by the time we make it to Talon’s place.
“How’s the leg?” he asks as we enter the lobby.
I shake it out. “Good, I think. I want to go harder today.”
Talon relaxes into a triumphant grin.
Chapter Twenty-Three
TALON
Miller gives me one hundred and ten percent for the first time in the three days I’ve been here.
I don’t know what shifted, but something has lit a fire under his ass, and I’m definitely not complaining.
While things are slightly off between us after last night, I know it’s not going to last. At least, I hope it won’t. Not after I tell him I don’t need to think about what I want, because on some level, I’ve known for years.
Bottom line: I want him.
It’s gonna suck having to hide, and I have no idea how this is gonna work long-term, but whatever needs to happen for us to be together, I’ll do it.
I hold out my hand and help Miller off the bench press. “Congratulations, you’ve earned yourself a blowjob when we go upstairs.”
Sweat drips off Miller’s brow as he scowls at me. “That’s all? Yesterday I was promised ass, and that was only for two hours. We’ve been here all day.”
“Hmm, true. I do still owe you for that.”
The heat in Miller’s eyes suggests we may not make it upstairs before he jumps me, and if it weren’t for the unpredictability of people coming and going in this gym, I’d totally take him up on it.
Miller’s so eager to get upstairs we even take the stairs instead of the elevator that takes a million years to get up to my apartment. Miller slows when we get to the top, and I assume he’s exhausted from the day, but once we reach the landing, he winces and kinda hobbles to the door.
“Pushed your leg too far?”
“Shoulda taken the elevator.”
I spin on my heel as I open my apartment door and pull him inside by his shirt. He stumbles a little, and I grimace.
“Okay, change of plans. We’ll shower fast, and then we’ll go to bed where I’ll do all the work. You need to rest your leg.”
Miller smirks and leads me into the bathroom.
After a quick shower with lots of grabby hands, I throw Miller a towel. “Dry yourself off and then lie in the middle of the bed.”
Miller’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Think you’re gonna be the bossy one this time around?”
“My ass, my rules.”
He looks like he wants to argue, but he keeps his mouth shut and does as I say.
When I finish drying myself, I make my way to the bedside table for supplies and throw them on the bed next to Miller.
I never thought the sight of a man waiting in bed for me could turn my crank the way it does. Miller’s hard lines and muscles take up most of the king bed, but my gaze lands on the massive cock pointing straight up toward his stomach.
I can do this. Just like I hadn’t sucked a cock up until recently, this is the same deal. No woman ever died from anal. I’ll be fine. Although a few did say they felt like they were being ripped apart …
Then again, I always thought that was to stroke my ego. You know, like how they’re all so “Oooh, you’re so big.” Please … I’ve seen a hell of a lot of cocks bigger than mine, and that’s just in the locker room.
“You freaking out?” Miller asks.
“Nope.” Hey, at least my fake confidence is working.
“You sure?”
Okay, maybe not.
“Because we don’t have to do this.”
“I want to do this, because, you know, it’s what you do in a relationship.”
Miller leans up on his elbows. “Fun fact. Only around thirty percent of guys in a same-sex relationship have anal sex.”
Huh. “Really? That seems like such a low number.”
“It’s not a big deal if you don’t want to. And you know I’d be happy to—”
“I still want to try it. When I was watching all that gay porn—you know, for research purposes—”
Miller snorts. “Of course. Research.”
“Right. Well, yeah, there was this couple I loved watching. They’re married in real life, and I dunno, they make it seem … I dunno.” My cheeks flush. I never get all weird and shy about sex. Like, ever.
“You know porn is, like, the worst depiction of what sex is really like, right?”
I roll my eyes. “Duh. But these guys … they’re different.”
“Show me.” Miller beckons me onto the bed with him, but I hesitate.
“You want to watch porn?”
“I want to see what you want.”
I find my phone and pull up the app, and it automatically opens to the couple I’ve basically stalked since seeing that first video months ago.
As I join Miller on the bed, he sits up and pulls me to his side.