Runaway - Chapter 32 #2
“I can’t.” My heart was pounding against my ribcage. I can’t.
“Look at me, kid.”
I slowly looked up from the ice and into his eyes.
“Just crawl toward me really slowly. I’m right here. Just look at me. You’re going to be okay.”
I moved slowly, the ice making terrible cracking noises the whole time. I was almost at him when there was a loud crack. My feet went into the freezing cold water first. And then my whole body slid backward. “Miller!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
I wasn’t even sure how he reached me, but he grabbed my hands and pulled me out of the freezing cold water right before I slipped under the ice.
My heart was pounding as I clung to him. “You saved me.” My whole body was wet and shivering. But his arms were so comforting. It was like my heart instantly stopped pounding so fast when he held me like this.
He didn’t respond. He just held me tightly.
“You saved me,” I said again.
He still didn’t respond.
I didn’t know how he got us safely off the ice. But before I even knew it, we were back inside. It didn’t matter that there was a roaring fire though. I was still shivering.
He carried me into the bathroom and turned on the showerhead before setting me down on my feet. “Get in there.”
I didn’t want him to leave me. “Can’t we warm up by the fire together?”
“Get in the water before you get frostbite.”
Didn’t he see that he was the one shaking now, not me? “Then come with me.” I grabbed his hand.
He cursed under his breath and pulled off his wet clothes, before pushing me backward into the shower.
I was still fully dressed, but the hot water felt like flames against my skin.
He helped me get all my layers off, pushing them into a heap in the corner.
If anything, I was too hot now. But Miller was still shaking.
I put my hand on his chest. He felt perfectly warm. “You’re not cold anymore,” I said. “Why are you shaking?”
He ran his fingers through his wet hair, and he looked up at the showerhead. “I almost lost you.”
“But you didn’t. You saved me.” I grabbed both sides of his face and tilted his head back down to me so I could look into his eyes. “I’m okay.” I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him. “I’m okay,” I whispered against his lips.
“I only just got you back,” he said.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I left a trail of kisses across his jawline and down the side of his neck. “I promise.”
He sighed and pulled me against his chest.
We just held each other as the hot water fell on us.
I hugged him until he slowly stopped shaking, the adrenaline slowly melting away.
And as the cold and adrenaline left his limbs, something else slowly grew to attention.
Well, not that slowly. His hardness was pressing against my stomach pretty quickly.
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.