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.”
As soon as he ended the call, he dropped his phone in the snow, thrust into my throat, and roared. Birds shot from the trees, and I almost sputtered in laughter. Despite the call from Markus, I felt free. Just the snow, the sun, the birds, Tiller and me.
It was a life I could get very used to. Even if I had to wait years for the dream to turn into a reality.
“Christ, Mikey,” he croaked after his body ceased its involuntary movements. “I almost said your name by accident while I was on the phone with him.”
“Sorry.”
I wasn’t sorry.
“C’mere.” He pulled me up and kissed me, nuzzling his cold nose against my warm neck. “God, you’re good at that.”
I indulged in the feel of his arms around me, trying my hardest to forget about the phone call, but I knew it wouldn’t last.
“I have to call him back,” he said after a few minutes of post-oral snuggling. “He said Gonzales wants me on the line during the game doing some analysis.”
He searched my eyes for something. Disappointment? Anger? Judgment?
“I understand,” I told him, trying to smile. “It’s your job. Of course I understand.”
His hands came up to cup my cheeks. They were warm and tender, causing me to close my eyes and sink into his touch. “Let me call him back, and then we’ll go get the tree. We can decorate it during commercial breaks.”
Even though I knew that was a pipe dream, I agreed. It would give me something to do during the game instead of stew in my bitterness and daydream about a life I probably would never have. Reality had sunk in overnight, and I’d realized one casual conversation with strangers wasn’t likely to turn into a real opportunity here in Aster Valley.
We headed back to the house and cleaned up before bundling up in tons more layers and heading to the diner to ask for a recommendation