House Rules(64)
“You want this, don’t you?”
I dropped to my knees before him and placed my hand over his. Heat flashed in his eyes. With teasing slowness, I moved my head forward, my tongue licking along the head of his cock.
“Oh fuck, Tess. I wanna feel your mouth.”
I parted my lips and slipped them down as far as I could go. With his size, I knew I wouldn’t be able to take him all the way in. I used my hand to stroke up and down in rhythm with my mouth.
“Your mouth is like fucking heaven,” he moaned.
I took him a little deeper each time, pulling hard on the way back up. When he sank his hands into my hair and began to thrust his hips, I knew he was getting close. My nipples hardened at the thought. Every part of me screamed for him, but I wouldn’t stop.
His thrusts became harder and I made sure to flick my tongue around the tip each time I came to the head, knowing he was almost there. With two firm strokes, I pulled him over the edge.
“Tess,’ he cried out, spilling himself over and over again into my mouth.
The moment his body stopped jerking he yanked me from the floor, his mouth devouring mine. Our tongues danced and swirled together. Longing came over me—a need so strong, I thought I might burst. Miller must have sensed it somehow. He slipped a hand between my legs, rubbing over my clit in slow circles, exactly the way I liked it. I bucked my hips into his hand and it wasn’t long before my muscles pulled tight and I dropped my head onto his chest, breathing heavily. His arm banded around my waist, holding me firmly in place.
“I need to do that more often.”
“Do what more often?”
“Make you breakfast in bed. You get all hot and bothered for me when I do.”
I jokingly shoved at his shoulder. “Not if you keep talking to me like that.”
“You like my dirty talk.”
He was right. I did. In fact, I more than liked it. I loved it.
“Maybe I just want your sexy ass.”
He took my wrists and placed my hands over his ass cheeks. “You can touch my ass anytime you like.”
The simple lighthearted banter between us gave me one more reason to fall a little bit harder for Miller. I had a feeling not many people ever saw this side of him, and the fact that he was so willing to share this part of himself with me just cemented my decision to give this—us—a chance.
CHAPTER 21
Miller
“When are you going to stop playing games at the bar and get to work here?” Dad snapped.
“That’s bullshit. I’ve been working on the dealership paperwork, but trying to work over there is like trying to work at a concert. It’s like a fucking train station and everyone needs directions.”
“You’ll get used to it.”
“Jesus Christ, Dad, don’t kid yourself, you’ve been bitching about it for years. Now you’ve got everyone coming to me and they’re leaving you alone.” I rolled my eyes, knowing there was no way he could see me through the phone.
“How else do you expect to learn?”
“You might have learned from Pop how to deal with the money and clients whims, but you didn’t have to handle the actual running of the dealership on top of it.”
“No. I was smart enough to hire someone to deal with that shit.”
“Like it’s that’s easy,” I muttered to myself.
“Jesus Christ, Miller.” The annoyance was clear in his tone. I was actually shocked he hadn’t slammed the phone down. “Stop worrying about sticking your dick into a different pussy every night, man up, and get shit done.”
I’d been putting off telling him about Tess and I. More than once I’d started to tell him, only to chicken the fuck out. After his reaction to me winning her in the game, I had no idea what he would do if he found out I was actually dating her.
On one hand, he could be happy that I’d turned the situation into something good. But my bigger fear was that he’d be pissed I’d kept seeing her at all after the incident. I would have like to thought it would be the former, but I wasn’t willing to chance it and be wrong. If I was going to convince Tess to let me take care of her someday, I needed the money and power to prove I could, and starting by pissing my dad off and having him pull the rug from under my feet would not be the best idea.
I opened my mouth to tell him I wasn’t searching for bitches every night and the words died on my tongue. “I’ll work on that tomorrow.”
“You’d be surprised at who you might find to help you run things. Look around. You might have someone already in the building you can promote.”
Moments like this reminded me why I’d wanted to follow in my father’s footsteps in the first place. Someday I hoped to be as happy as my father was with my own son. Before Tess I could have never imagined myself thinking about kids of my own. But now it was more appealing than I thought it could be. Months after meeting her, I had a pretty good feeling about what happened between my parents when they met. More than once over the last week or so, I’d thought about telling her words I never thought I’d say to a woman.