20. Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty
Millie
I’m on the phone with my dad, half listening to him explain the difference between llamas and alpacas when I hear a knock on the door. I glance at the clock—Chase left for work about ten minutes ago. I open the door and my eyes widen in surprise. Finn is standing there, looking a little disheveled but determined.
“Hey, Millie,” he says, his voice low.
“Finn?” I stammer, trying to process his sudden appearance. “What are you doing here?”
He looks past me, glancing inside. “Can I come in?”
I hesitate for a moment but then step aside, letting him in. “Sure. Chase isn’t here, though.”
“I know,” Finn says, stepping inside. “I saw him leave. I was running and saw him heading out.”
I shut the door and try to steady my racing heart. “Dad, can I call you back?” I eye Finn standing in front of me, not sure what to make of his presence. I get off the phone with my dad and say, “Can I get you anything? Water? Coffee?”
He shakes his head and motions for me to sit. “Stop pacing. You’re making me dizzy.”
I fidget, my nerves getting the better of me. “Is this about Declan?”
Finn raises an eyebrow, pushing a lock of his blonde hair back from his face. “What about Declan?”
I’m confused. I assumed he was here because of what happened last night, but he doesn’t seem upset. “I figured you’d be here because of…you know, what happened with Declan.”
Finn sighs, rubbing his forehead. “Last night, I went to a place called Inferno.”
I blink. “Inferno? What’s that?”
“A club,” he says, waving it off. “But that’s not the point. I picked up a girl there—Lindsay.”
Jealousy twists in my chest, a familiar, uncomfortable feeling. “So, why are you telling me this?”
He looks at me with a serious expression. “Because I can’t focus on anyone but you. All I can think about is you and how much I want you. That kiss in the elevator—” He stops, searching for the right words. “It unraveled me. I just need to talk to you.”
“We can talk here.”
Finn shakes his head, stepping closer. “Let’s go up to my apartment, please. I can’t kiss you in your boyfriend’s apartment.”
My heart races. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. I nod, letting him lead the way.
We head out of the apartment and walk to his. The whole way, my mind is a whirlwind of thoughts. Finn’s proximity is making my pulse quicken and the memory of our kiss makes my lips tingle.
As we step into Finn’s apartment, I’m immediately struck by how different it is from my own place. His apartment is a lush, green oasis. Plants are everywhere—hanging from the ceiling, perched on shelves and even climbing up the walls. It feels like a little jungle, full of life and color. The air smells fresh and earthy and the soft strains of classical music drift through the air. It’s oddly soothing, and somehow, it feels like it suits Finn perfectly.
He shuts the door behind us and I take a moment to appreciate the beauty of the space before he turns to me, his eyes intense. “I need to talk to you.”
I nod, trying to steady my breathing. The space is so calm, yet my heart is racing. “Okay. Let’s talk.”
Finn pulls me gently toward the plush couch. It’s covered in rich, deep blue fabric and there’s a cozy throw draped over the back. We sit down and I try to gather my thoughts.
“I’ve been thinking about us—about what happened,” Finn starts, his voice serious. “I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen.”
I glance at him, my heart pounding hard. “What do you want to do?”
Finn leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I want to be with you, Millie. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
The words hit me like a tidal wave and I’m overwhelmed, unsure how to respond. I look around, trying to ground myself. “I…I don’t know what to say.”
He takes my hand, his touch warm and reassuring. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything right now. I just needed to tell you how I feel.”
I nod. “But what about…everything else? Chase, Declan…I mean, there’s a lot going on.”
Finn’s gaze doesn’t waver. “I know. And I’m not trying to complicate things more. I just want you to know that I’m here. I’ve been in plenty of threesomes before. Sharing isn’t an issue for me.”
His words stun me. “You’ve…you’ve been in threesomes?”
He nods, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Yeah. It’s been a part of my life. But this—” he gestures between us “—this is different. I’m not just talking about casual encounters. I’m talking about something real.”
I’m silent for a moment, absorbing his confession. “So, you’re saying you’re okay with…sharing me?”
Finn chuckles softly. “I don’t want to share you, Millie. I want to be with you. I’m okay with whatever happens, as long as you’re honest with me.”
I feel a rush of conflicting emotions. The idea of being with him, especially after everything, is both thrilling and frightening. “I just don’t know what to do. It’s all so complicated.”
Finn’s eyes are filled with understanding. “It is complicated. But I’m here for you. I want to be a part of your life, whatever that means.”
I look at him, the classical music playing softly in the background adding to the surreal atmosphere. “I don’t want to hurt Chase. Or Declan. I need to figure things out.”
Finn nods, his expression softening. “I get it. Take your time. Just know that I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”
I squeeze his hand, “Thanks for being so understanding. I’m just…trying to sort things out.”
Finn gives me a reassuring smile. “No rush. We can take it slow. And if you need to talk more or need space, just let me know.”
The conversation has left me feeling both hopeful and uncertain. I lean in, giving him a small, hesitant kiss. It’s soft, gentle and filled with a promise of more to come.
Finn’s green eyes are intense as he kisses me again. This time, his kiss is a little rough, desperate. He pushes my white lacy panties aside, kneeling on the floor before me. His mouth finds its way between my legs with a fierce determination. His touch is urgent, almost frantic. As his tongue moves against me, every stroke is intense, sending jolts of electricity through my body.
He doesn’t waste any time. His tongue works against me relentlessly, each stroke more intense than the last. His lips are firm, pressing and pulling in a way that makes every nerve in my body stand at attention. I arch my back, my fingers gripping the couch cushions as he continues. His hands hold my thighs apart, keeping me exposed and vulnerable.
The friction of his mouth against me is intoxicating and I can feel myself approaching the edge with every breathless gasp and whimper. His movements are both controlled and wild, a desperate need in every touch, every lick. My breaths come in ragged gasps and I push against him, my body reacting with a fervent urgency.
Just as I’m about to lose myself completely, I hear the sound of the door opening. My body is still tingling when I turn to see Declan standing there.
His gaze is dark and intense and a smirk plays on his lips.
“Well, that’s a sight,” Declan says, his voice low and laced with amusement. “I was a little worried that I wouldn’t be able to stand seeing you with someone else, but I have to admit Amelia, this is so fucking hot.”
Finn looks up from between my legs, a smile spreading across his face. “What are you doing here?”
Declan leans against the doorframe, his eyes never leaving me. “Coach sent me an email. Wanted to discuss something, but it can definitely wait.” Then I watch him slide his hand into his pants and cup himself.
Fuck! This is all so hot. This is all too much.
I’m about to protest, but Finn’s mouth is back on me, his touch growing more insistent. Declan steps inside, closing the door behind him. He casually leans against it, arms crossed, watching as Finn continues his determined attention.
My body is on fire, every touch from Finn sending me closer to the edge. When I finally come, it’s a shattering experience, my body trembling uncontrollably. My knees buckle, and I try to catch my breath, still reeling from the intense sensations.
I glance at Declan, who’s watching with a mix of curiosity and amusement. My face is flushed with embarrassment and desire.
“I need to go,” I manage to say, my voice shaky as I try to steady myself.
Declan’s expression softens slightly, though his gaze is still intense. “Lily’s asleep, but there’s coffee in my apartment if you want to grab some before you go.”
I nod, my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal, as I walk past him. My mind is a whirlwind. What the hell is going on?
When I got back to Delcan’s apartment, my nerve endings are on fire. I’m so confused and turned on that I don’t know what to do with myself. I stagger into the kitchen and pour myself a cup of coffee. I down half of it in one go, trying to calm my ragged breathing. I knew what I was getting into when I went up to Finn’s place, but fuck! I can’t believe how intense it was.
I’m still leaning against the kitchen counter, trying to ground myself, when Declan walks in. His eyes light up with amusement as he takes in my disheveled state.
“That was quite an entertaining sight for me to walk into,” he says with a smirk.
I look at him, feeling a mix of embarrassment and desire. “You’re okay with seeing him go down on me?” I whisper-shout.
He glances around, checking to see if Lily is up. “Not yet?” he asks.
“Nope,” I reply.
“Good,” he says and before I can react, he walks over and brackets me against the wall. His thumb gently caresses my lower lip as he leans in close. “I’d never be mad seeing you come. Did you?”
I nod, my gaze locked onto his. “Yes.”
“Good,” he says. “But I’m going to check just to make sure.”
“What are you doing?” I whisper as his hand slides up my thigh.
“Shhh!” he says, his voice low and urgent. “We don’t want to wake Lily.”
His fingers graze the edge of my panties, and then he’s sliding them aside. The cool air hits my heated core, making me shiver. Declan’s fingers are warm and confident as they make contact with my skin, slipping effortlessly between my folds. His touch is teasing at first, stroking gently, but soon he finds the sensitive spot that makes me gasp.
His fingers start to work in a rhythmic motion, sliding in and out with a steady, deliberate pace. He’s feeling me out, gauging my reactions with each movement. I’m breathless, my hips instinctively pushing against his hand as he explores deeper. His thumb presses down on my clit, and the pressure combined with his fingers inside me is almost too much to handle.
“Oh god, Declan…” I moan, my voice a trembling whisper.
He leans in, his breath warm against my neck. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “Just let go. You can come for me.”
His fingers curl inside me, hitting just the right spots with each stroke. The sensation is intense, making me squirm against the wall. My legs start to feel weak and I’m panting, trying to keep myself upright. His kisses trail along my jaw and cheek, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
Declan’s fingers move expertly, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs against my ear. “Just let go for me.”
My moans become more urgent. I push against his hand, chasing the release he’s coaxing from me.
Declan’s pace quickens, his fingers moving with more urgency. I can feel the pressure building, each thrust of his fingers pushing me closer to the edge. My moans become more frequent and desperate as I feel the inevitable climax approaching. Declan’s kisses continue, soothing and encouraging as I finally lose control.
I come with a shuddering cry, my body tensing and trembling as he guides me through the intense waves of pleasure. His fingers never stop, continuing their rhythm until I’m completely spent. He swallows my whimpers, his mouth finding mine in a heated kiss that tastes of lingering ecstasy.
When it’s over, I’m left breathless and shaky, my legs barely holding me up. Declan pulls back slightly, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness.
“You’re incredible,” he says softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face.
I smile, my cheeks flushed and my body still tingling from the aftermath.
“All good?” he asks softly.
I nod, still trying to catch my breath. “Yeah, all good.”
He kisses me again, slow and tender, before pulling back. “Let’s get you a blanket, okay? You look like you could use one.”
I nod, feeling both relieved and confused. What is going on? I can’t deny the intensity of what just happened, but it’s also a lot to process.
Declan wraps an arm around me and leads me to the couch, where he drapes a soft blanket over me. He sits beside me, still watching me with a look of concern and satisfaction. “You okay?”
I look at him, my thoughts a whirlwind. “Yeah, this is all just…a lot to take in.”
He nods understandingly. “I know. It’s a lot. But we’re here now.”
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my thoughts. “Thanks, Declan.”
He smiles, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Anytime, Millie. Anytime.”
As I sit there, wrapped in the blanket and surrounded by the comforting presence of Declan, I can’t help but wonder what this all means. What’s happening between us? How does this fit into the mess of emotions and relationships I’m tangled up in?
Declan’s hand gently rests on mine, grounding me as I try to make sense of everything.
I look at him and whisper, “I need to figure this out.”
He nods. “Take your time. I’m here.”
And as I lean into his touch, I am filled with a sense of both confusion and comfort.