Give Me Butterflies (Oaks Sisters #1)

Chapter 28

Finn

I ’ ll never forget this view. Millie’s curves in my hands as she straddles me, stars sprinkled across the universe behind her.

Her rosy-pink nipples tease me as she leans forward, bringing them achingly close to my mouth but just out of reach.

“Have you thought about this? Touching me?” she whispers.

“Every fucking day.” A smug grin blossoms on her lips. “I’ve thought of endless things I want to do with you.” My hands caress

her hips as they roll against me. “Have you thought about me, stella mia ?”

She bites her bottom lip and nods.

My blood pumps faster. “While you touched yourself?”

Her lashes fall to her cheeks, and she whispers, “Yes.”

Fuck. That image will be seared into my brain forever.

“Can you show me?”

Her eyes flash open, and a playful grin takes over her lips. I love how comfortable she is with me—like she trusts me enough

to be herself.

She sits back, and I watch her movements like a hawk as she palms her breasts and rolls her fingers over her nipples. Moonlight

dances over her cheekbones as she tilts her face to the night sky and grinds her hips against my aching erection.

“Finn,” she moans to the stars.

I’m breathless as her hands wander teasingly down her stomach, and she flicks open the button on her jean shorts. The zipper

makes a resounding buzz as she lowers it to reveal a small patch of her green underwear.

She slips her fingers inside, but I can’t see what she’s doing. It’s the sweetest agony to watch her arms squeeze her tits

together as she dives deeper and grinds against her own hand.

“Look at me.” I grasp her chin and guide her face down. Her eyes scan mine, and she smiles as bright as the moon. “You’re

so fucking stunning right now. I wish you could see yourself.” Her attention dips to her body, and she shutters a breath.

“I want to make you come. I need it—need to taste you and hear you moan again. Can I? Please?”

She drags her teeth over her bottom lip and nods. “Yeah. Yes,” she stammers, lowering herself onto the blanket beside me.

I catch the slight tremble in her body and pause. “We can stop here if you want to.”

A snort-laugh bursts out of her. “If you stop, I’m going to scream.”

Dropping my lips to her ear, I whisper, “Oh, I’m going to make you scream.” The sound of her tiny whimper brings a smile to my face. “Mind if I remove these?” I ask, running my fingers

over her shorts.

“Please.”

God, I want to listen to her beg me to touch her for eternity.

I loop my fingers into her shorts and underwear and slide them down her body, tossing them aside. A hum of approval falls

from my lips as I glide my hands up her legs and across the silky skin of her hips.

I’ve fantasized about having her bare under me more times than I can count. My Millie naked, wanting me, with a greedy smile

of impending pleasure on her face.

And I finally don’t have to imagine it anymore.

She softens as I crawl up her body, looping her arms around my neck and fusing herself to me. I leave a trail of kisses from

the corner of her mouth to her neck, down her collarbone, and over her nipples. Her little moans and sighs are music to my

ears as she writhes against me.

I continue the path of my lips down her stomach and skim over her hip. Her legs drift open wider for me, like she’s discarding

every vulnerability. Letting me see all of her.

I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this, but I now have the privilege of knowing her this way. It’s rewriting my DNA.

Making my heart beat just for her.

She runs her hands over my head, and I meet her eyes, admiring the look of impatience on her face. “I’m getting desperate,”

she grits out as her grip tightens in my hair, steering me closer to where she wants me.

I can’t stop my loud groan as I finally give in to what both of us are craving and slide my hand between her thighs.

“Mmm.” I sigh as her wetness coats my fingers. “You’re so needy for me,” I whisper, moving up to circle her clit. I slide

back down and press a finger inside.

“I’m not sorry for that either.” She laughs breathlessly.

Satisfaction burns through me as I pull my fingers away, because apparently, we’ve fixed the apologizing problem.

But her humor ends abruptly when I lower my head and press my tongue against her sweet, swollen clit.

Finally. Fuck, I needed her like this.

She gasps as I glide and lick in lulling, soft movements, knowing it won’t be enough. I want to drag it out because watching

her squirm beneath me is my favorite form of torment.

“Fucking hell,” she hisses, grabbing my hair and pushing herself against my tongue.

My blood turns to lava as I cling to her for dear life, gripping her thighs so tightly that I might be leaving marks. I can’t help rolling my own hips into the blanket, seeking any pressure I can find.

Her fingers scrape over my scalp, and the movement has my eyelids dropping shut from the ecstasy of having her all over me.

Every part of me is invaded by her. All my senses are engulfed in her pleasure.

Releasing one leg, I glide two fingers inside her, twisting and curling them until I hit a spot that makes her cry out. Her

thighs twitch around my head while she pants and writhes under my movements. When I can tell she’s getting close, I suck lightly

on her clit, and she releases a guttural moan into the night. It echoes in my ears as she wiggles and pulses, and I suck harder,

gliding my fingers in and out with steady pressure.

Her heels dig into my back as she holds me against her desperately. I look up to her face and take in the devastating view

of her while I’m pleasuring her like this. Her tits bouncing as her breaths heave in and out, green eyes locked on me.

She lets go of my hair and snaps her hands over her mouth to muffle her scream as she detonates. The muscles around my fingers

clench and throb, and she shakes beneath me as her orgasm takes over, my focus glued to every detail of it.

She’s so goddamn perfect that it hurts.

As she calms, I slow my movements and pull my hand away. Her eyes are shut tight, breasts heaving, with a content smile on

her face.

“I won that challenge,” I tease. “You were nowhere near quiet.”

She lifts her head and glares at me before letting it fall back again.

I huff a laugh and kneel between her thighs. She rises onto her elbows and looks to where the outline of my dick is pressing very obviously against the front of my jeans. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, and the pressure gets worse just watching her.

When she reaches for me, I almost stumble to bring myself closer to her, picturing her full lips wrapped around me like I’ve

been fantasizing about for so long.

But we both pause at the distant sound of her phone ringing. She freezes, hands poised over my jeans, and meets my eyes.

Fuck. That could be Millie’s mom calling about the girls.

She must see where my mind goes, because she lets her hands drop and starts gathering her clothes. I throw my shirt on as

she runs toward the truck, still pulling her shorts up her thighs.

“Hey, Mama,” she answers, trying not to sound out of breath but failing miserably. “Yeah, we’ll be right there.” Holding the

phone in the crook of her shoulder, she slips her sandals on. “Sounds good.” She hangs up as I set the folded blanket in the

truck. “Avery woke up and asked for you. My mom is sitting on the couch with her.”

Guilt slices through me like a hot knife to the stomach.

***

I’ve been a sullen grump this morning on the drive home to Wilhelmina. Millie and the girls are giggling and talking like

nothing’s wrong, but I can’t get last night out of my head. I want to laugh with them and join their conversations, but my

mind is spinning on a loop of shame after leaving the girls last night.

Avery was snoring in Mary’s lap when we got back to the house, completely content. When I picked her up to carry her to bed,

she opened her eyes and groggily asked me where I had gone.

They were okay, but I should’ve thought about the fact that I was leaving them in a new place. Of course they wouldn’t sleep

well in a foreign house. It may have been only a restless night this time, but what could it be next time?

I was on that overlook, enjoying Millie’s company and body when I should’ve been with them. They are my primary responsibility, and this isn’t what Clara wanted when she left me the most important people in her life.

Somewhere in the last few weeks, my priorities got skewed. I’m lost, not knowing how to balance everything the right way.

The way Clara would want me to.

We pull up to the stone pathway in front of Millie’s small, cottage-style home. She gives me a wary look, like she knows something’s

on my mind but doesn’t want to push me about it.

She opens the back door to tell the girls goodbye, and Pepper bolts toward the house. We silently unload her things, and when

I shut the rear hatch, her hands twist anxiously in front of her jean shorts.

I know I’m the reason she’s feeling unsettled, but I don’t know how to fix it.

Or if fixing it is even the right thing to do.

“Millie, I... I need a few days to think.” I can’t touch her, or I might kiss her, so I shove my hands into my pockets.

“Because of last night?” She tilts her head.

“Yes.” I run a hand through my hair, hating how I sound.

Her shoulders hitch as she takes a deep breath. “Okay. I have a busy week ahead of me anyway.”

I feel like a piece of shit right now, leaving her on the curb with no information. But I have no idea what to say or how

to handle everything on my mind.

A strand of hair blows across her lips, and I force myself not to tuck it behind her ear.

“I understand.” She picks up her bag and flashes me a falsely bright smile that guts me.