1. Chapter One
Chapter One
Finn
We check into one of the nicest Hilton hotels in the city and it feels like stepping into another world. The lobby is all polished marble and soft lighting. I can’t help but glance at Millie, her eyes wide with awe.
Once we’re in the room, she heads straight for the window. “Wow, look at these lights,” she says, staring out at the Chicago skyline.
I watch her, wondering if she’s feeling guilty about what we just did in the car. There’s a complimentary bottle of champagne, so I pop it open and pour us both a glass. Walking up to her, I hand her a glass.
“You know, we don’t have to do anything but talk,” I tell her.
She takes the glass and sips, then smiles. “I know.”
“Tell me about him,” I say, curious. It is better to address the elephant in the room.
Millie looks away like she doesn’t want to talk about it. “Ryan is the best player on the Blackhawks team,” she finally says. “But of course, you know that.”
I nod. “We’ve interacted on the ice, but that’s it.”
“I’m confused,” she continues. “I should feel sad or angry, but we kept breaking up over and over, and I’m so over it.”
“Why do you keep getting back together with him?” I ask.
She shrugs. “He’s familiar, you know? He’s home, I guess.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s complicated. I’d rather not talk about him,” she says, her eyes studying me, making me feel hot all over.
“What do you want to talk about?” I ask, feeling myself growing hard under her gaze.
She smiles mischievously. “For starters, I’m single for the night. So, given that, what would you like to do?”
I lean in, my voice low. “You’re not ready for what I have in mind.”
She kisses the corner of my mouth. “Show me, please.”
I take her glass from her and place it on the table alongside mine.
Then I pull her close, pressing my lips to hers, my fingers teasing the hem of her dress upward. Finally, I can see her, touch her.
I turn her around gently, her front now against the window, and unzip her dress slowly, trailing kisses along her spine. She’s not wearing a bra, and the sight of her black thong takes my breath away.
“I want to worship you,” I murmur, turning her to face me. With a swift motion, I snap the band of her underwear, eliciting a soft whimper from her, before sliding them down her legs. Kneeling, I remove her shoes, bringing her closer to me, gloriously naked.
Her breasts are even more exquisite than I imagined, nipples hardening in the cool air.
I caress her skin, murmuring, “Let your hair down so I can admire you.”
She lets her hair cascade down, framing her face beautifully. I draw her close, kissing her deeply, my fingers trailing over her skin, tracing the curves of her body.
“God, you’re so soft,” I groan, my voice thick with desire. My hands move over her, exploring every inch of her skin, marveling at its smoothness.
“Finn, please!” she cries out, her hands holding onto my shoulder for purchase.
“You’re stunning,” I murmur between kisses, my breath mingling with hers. I press my thigh between her legs, feeling her urgency as she grinds against me, seeking more pressure.
She arches into me and I gently tweak her nipples, eliciting a throaty moan from her lips. Her fingers dig into my back as she rides the sensation, her body moving against mine with increasing fervor.
“Don’t come yet,” I warn her.
Her eyes are closed, her lips slightly parted. I can feel how wet she is through the fabric of my trousers.
“I’m so close…”
“I know baby. Let’s get you comfortable so I can taste that sweet little pussy. Okay?”
I walk her to the bed, pushing her back. She laughs as she falls, bouncing a little. I grab my champagne glass, eyes on her and I tip it, pouring the liquid on her breasts.
“Are you getting naked?” she asks, breathless.
“I will. I just want to have fun first.” I suck her breasts, savoring the taste of champagne mixed with her skin, feeling her shudder under my touch. I move lower, trailing kisses down her stomach, my hands roaming her curves. She gasps as I kiss her inner thighs, spreading her legs wider. My tongue finds her clit, flicking it gently at first, then with more pressure as she moans, her hips lifting off the bed.
“Oh, Finn…” she cries out, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. I suck on her clit, feeling her muscles tense, her body trembling. Her moans get louder, her breathing faster and I know she’s close.
“Please, don’t stop,” she begs, her voice breaking.
I slide a finger inside her, then another, curling them just right. She screams my name, her body convulsing as she comes, her juices coating my fingers. I don’t stop, lapping up every drop, prolonging her orgasm until she’s shaking and breathless.
Then I flip her onto her stomach, her skin flushed and glistening. I push down my pants, my cock straining painfully. Fisting myself, I reach for my wallet on the nightstand, fingers fumbling in my urgency. But when I open it, it’s empty.
“Fuck,” I curse under my breath.
“What’s taking so long?” she asks, breathless, her voice tinged with desperation.
“I need a condom,” I say, checking the bathroom and the nightstand. Nothing.
Her eyes are hooded, filled with lust. “Hurry,” she whispers, her hand sliding between her legs, rubbing herself as she watches me.
“Keep rubbing yourself just like that baby. I want you wet when I get back,” I say, pulling my pants back up.
“Where are you going?” she whimpers, dragging two fingers over her slit.
Fuck me! “ I have some condoms in my car. I’ll be right back,” I say, breathless as I make my way down to get the valet to get my car keys.
I’m gone for fifteen minutes total, but when I come back, I find her still naked, curled on her side, snoring softly. It’s been a long night for her.
I smile to myself, urging my cock to relax. She makes me want to take care of her. I turn down the bedding, lift her gently, and place her there, letting her sleep. I kiss her forehead, take her phone and put it on a charger. Then I go to the bathroom and wet some tissue to wipe off her makeup as best as I can.
Stripping down to just my boxers, I slide in behind her. She’s warm against me, perfect.
I let her lull me into sleep, holding her close, feeling content in a way I haven’t felt in a long time.
***
I wake up surrounded by the scent of vanilla.
I reach out touching nothing but cold sheets. Dread settles at the pit of my stomach.
“Millie?” I call out, my voice hoarse. No answer. I sit up, scanning the room. Her shoes and dress are gone. So is my shirt.
On the table, next to the halfway-full champagne bottle, there’s a note. I pick it up, my heart pounding.
Finn, I am sorry I had to leave like this. Yesterday was fun, but I had to go back to real life. You were my favorite distraction. I miss you already. I am sorry and I hope you forgive me!
She’s gone. Just like that. I don’t have her address or phone number. She can’t be gone.
Then I spot her black thong on the floor. Did she leave it behind in a hurry, or did she want me to have it as a souvenir? I pick it up, bringing it to my nose and inhaling deeply. I miss her so much already.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand. I rush to check the time. It’s nine a.m. The message is from Coach:
Practice has been moved to eleven.
Fuck! I have to get going soon.
I call reception. “The woman I came with, when did she leave?”
“She left around six,” the receptionist says.
“Thanks,” I mutter, hanging up. I rush to the bathroom. My blonde hair is a mess, and my green eyes look sunken. I feel heartbroken, which is dumb since I hardly knew Millie. But it still hurts to think she’s gone.
I splash water on my face, trying to wake up fully. Staring at my reflection, I can’t help but feel like an idiot. How did I let her slip away?
Back in the bedroom, I see her thong again. I pick it up, feeling a strange mix of frustration and longing. I need to find her. But where do I start?
I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the note. She’s out there somewhere, probably thinking this was just a fun night to forget. But for me, it was more.
My phone buzzes again. It’s another message from Coach reminding everyone about the practice time. I have to pull myself together. I have to get to practice. But all I can think about is Millie. The way she looked, the way she felt in my arms, her laugh, her hazel eyes, her moans…
I grab my wallet and phone, stuffing her thong into my back pocket. It’s crazy, but I can’t leave it behind.
It’s the only piece of her I have left.