Chapter 46
Creed
There’s no yelling or door-slamming, no sulking or crying, but the last two weeks have been a nightmare nonetheless, and it’s my nightmare as much as Millie and Hyde’s.
They clash almost daily, testing the edges of their fragile truce. They challenge each other, challenge me, our relationships, and my position between them. They’re constantly making sure I have room for them both, and some days I feel like the rope in their private tug-of-war.
Hyde has sent more messages this fortnight than over the whole of last year. He wants me with him every evening, drinking piss-beer, heading into town for more piss-beer, playing video games in Dash’s room or chess in Noah’s.
He’s testing whether I’ll show up.
Millie, on the other hand, plays dirty. She’s constantly getting naked, derailing my every thought and carefully constructed plan.
I told her I’d learn her at every size as she got more comfortable with herself, and I meant it. I just didn’t realize how fast she’d grow once she felt secure.
Not long ago, she barely spoke, hid in those oversized jumpers, and blushed whenever I stared too long.
Now?
Now she’s bold, loud, and sneaky as hell, flashing me her gorgeous boobs moments before I’m supposed to see Hyde.
The first time she did that, I nearly choked on my own tongue, and she shot me an innocent look as she headed into the bathroom for a shower.
Three separate nights I sat on Hyde’s couch, beer in hand, jaw tight, cock harder than steel, while I tried to focus on whatever we were talking about.
He noticed.
He didn’t say anything, but he fucking noticed, and even though he’s perfectly aware that his sister and I aren’t just holding hands and I’m perfectly aware their kinship’s hardly standard, I was sweating the entire evening.
Millie couldn’t walk straight for two days when I came back, bent her over the armchair, and fucked her raw. She learned quickly that provoking me doesn’t go unnoticed.
So she’s doing it more.
Still, beneath the teasing and constant derailment of my self-control, something steadier’s happening.
Millie and Hyde are... figuring it out.
It’s messy, but they’re making room.
Hyde still gets quiet sometimes when I kiss Millie, and she still bristles when he decides it’s guys’ night, but it’s getting easier every day, and they’re learning how not to overstep.
They even decided to have one-on-one lunches every week so they can unpack their past. Their relationship’s fragile, still under construction, but as the days go by, the foundations are getting reinforced.
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After another two weeks, they’re getting better at sharing, and a month in, I’m no longer caught between a rock and a hard place. Hyde’s still blowing up my phone, Millie’s still derailing me with her indecent exposures, but it doesn’t feel like competition anymore.
It’s a rhythm and, secretly, I can’t get enough of it because it means they’re trying to see past their differences so they can both have me in their lives.
If someone had told me when I was a kid that two people would love me this much, maybe the years with my father wouldn’t have weighed so goddamn heavy.
There’s just one thing that hasn’t settled, and it’s why I’m sitting on the couch instead of sleeping beside Millie. She’s in bed, curled on her side, face peaceful and calm.
She hasn’t stirred yet, but she will. It’s been happening more often. The first time she uttered Noah’s name after she told me she loved me, I pretended that I didn’t hear it.
But I watched her the whole next day, jaw grinding whenever she looked at him. I don’t know what I expected to see, but she didn’t flirt with him, her eyes didn’t linger, her breath didn’t catch.
They were just talking.
The second time, I woke her up, made her come three times, and told myself dreams don’t mean shit.
By the fifth, I stopped pretending the idea wasn’t crawling under my skin. I asked her about the dreams, and she said she doesn’t remember much more than both of us touching her, making her feel good.
I haven’t stopped thinking about it.
I know she loves me. She says it often, and I feel it in her touches and kisses, but if we’re building something real, then I need to know whether her dreams are just curiosity or echoes of confusion.
Hyde and I are good.
Millie and I are fucking amazing.
The siblings are finding their footing.
But this... this is one thread we haven’t tugged, and I don’t know whether it will unravel everything we’ve fought for or pull it tighter.
I drag my hand down my face and lean back into the couch.
Noah doesn’t know how much him stepping aside to give me a chance with Millie meant. It’s more than just mine and Millie’s relationship. That’s not even on him, it was Millie’s choice, but he trusted me to grow and look beyond self-doubt.
I changed... and that’s all on him.
I owe him more than I could ever put into words. And if there’s one man in this world I trust enough to even entertain something like this, it’s him.
He respects her. He respects me.
I don’t know if Millie wants those dreams to become reality. I don’t know how much my possessive, territorial side will tolerate, how far I’ll take it, or if anywhere at all, but I can’t let it fester in the dark any longer.
I grab my phone and stare at Noah’s name for a long moment before I start typing. Then I stare a little longer, but when Millie shifts in bed and I look up at her warm, pink cheeks, I let the message fly.
Me: Come have a beer with me.