21. Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-One
Chase
The night air is crisp as I rev the engine of my motorcycle, the rumble vibrating through my body. Millie’s behind me, arms wrapped around my waist. I can feel that she’s tense, her thoughts clearly tangled up in the mess of emotions she’s been dealing with. I keep my focus on the road, but my mind is consumed by the conversation we had earlier.
We’re heading out to clear her head and I’m hoping this ride will help. It’s quiet out here, with just the hum of the engine and the wind rushing past. I can feel her breathing steadying as the ride goes on.
After a while, I pull over to the side of the road. The city lights twinkle in the distance. I turn off the engine and shift to face her. “We need to talk.”
She looks at me, her eyes reflecting the streetlights. “About what?”
I take a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “About us. I want to know what you’re thinking. What you want.”
Millie hesitates, then nods. “Okay.”
I look at her, waiting for her to speak. “I want a serious relationship with you, Millie. I’m not just looking for something casual. I want to build something real.”
She looks down, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her jacket. “I want that too, Chase. But I also want to explore what I have with Declan and Finn.”
“Does sex with them feel different?” I ask, trying to keep my tone neutral.
She nods slowly. “Yeah. It’s different. Like…like how I like pasta, pizza, and fries. They all have their own flavors, you know?”
I chuckle, nodding in understanding. “So, it’s not about me being any less, just about different experiences.”
“Exactly,” she says, looking relieved that I get it. “You’re like the pasta. Reliable and comforting. But sometimes, I want the pizza or the fries.”
I smile, reaching out to touch her cheek. “I get that. I’m not looking to be the only thing you have. I just want to be a part of it. A significant part.”
She meets my gaze, her eyes softening. “You already are.”
My heart does a weird flip at her words. I lean in, brushing my lips against hers in a gentle kiss. It starts slow, but quickly builds up. I deepen the kiss, pulling her closer, feeling her warmth against me. She responds eagerly, her lips parting to meet mine with a fervor that matches my own.
When we finally pull apart, our breaths mingling in the cool night air, I can see the connection in her eyes. “What do you think about us all meeting? Maybe talking things out?”
She looks thoughtful, a hint of a smile on her lips. “You mean like a group therapy session with you, me, Declan, and Finn?”
I laugh softly, nodding. “Something like that. Just to make sure everyone’s on the same page. It might help clear the air.”
She bites her lip, considering it. “I think it could be good. It might help us all figure things out.”
I reach for her hand, squeezing it gently. “I’m willing to try if you are. I want us to be honest and open about everything.”
She smiles, a genuine, relieved smile. “I’d like that.”
I pull her close, wrapping my arms around her. “Me too.”
We stay like that for a moment, just holding each other, the world around us fading away. My mind is racing, but in a good way. I’m feeling more connected to her than I have in a long time.
Millie leans up to kiss me again and I’m lost in the moment, savoring the warmth and closeness. It’s not just about the physical connection, though that’s definitely a big part of it. It’s about the emotional bond, the way we’re starting to understand each other on a deeper level.
When we finally pull apart, her eyes are shining with something I can’t quite place. “I’m glad we had this talk,” she says softly.
“Me too,” I reply, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I feel like we’re getting somewhere.”
“Yeah,” she agrees, looking up at me with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. “We are.”
I smile at her, feeling a sense of optimism. “Let’s take it one step at a time. We’ll figure this out together.”
She nods, giving me a small, appreciative smile. “Sounds good.”
As we head back to the bike, I feel a renewed sense of purpose. I want to make this work, whatever it takes. And if that means talking things out with Declan and Finn, then I’m ready to face that challenge.
We ride back to the city, the night air cool against our faces. My mind is already working on plans, thinking about how to bring everyone together and make sure we’re all on the same page.
When we finally pull up to her place, I help her off the bike, feeling excitement and nervousness about the future. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” I ask.
“You’re not coming back?”
“I have three back-to-back procedures, honey . I won’t be done until tomorrow, but you know I will miss you the entire time.”
“I will miss you too.”
“You sure about that Millie?”
“Definitely,” she says with a smile. “Thanks for tonight.”
“Anytime,” I reply, leaning in to give her one last kiss. “Goodnight, Millie.”
“Goodnight, Chase,” she says, her voice soft and filled with promise.
***
Two days later, I’m sitting in my apartment, anxiously waiting for Millie to arrive from a day with Lily. I hear a knock at the door and my heart skips a beat. I open it to find Millie standing there with a smile that lights up her face.
“Hey,” she says, holding out a small envelope.
“Hey,” I reply, taking the envelope. She looks effortlessly beautiful, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders.
“I wanted to give you these,” she says, her eyes twinkling. “Tickets for the game on Sunday.”
I open the envelope and pull out the tickets, a grin spreading across my face. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“I wanted to,” she says, stepping closer. “And I’ve agreed. We can have a whole conversation after the game. All four of us.”
I look at her, feeling a wave of relief. “Really? That’s awesome. Thank you.”
I take a step forward and pull her into a hug, my arms wrapping around her waist. “You know, you’re incredible.”
She giggles softly against my chest. “I’m glad you think so.”
We stand there for a moment, just holding each other. My mind is racing, thinking about all the things I want to say and do. I pull back slightly, looking into her eyes. “I’ve been wanting to do this all day.”
Before she can respond, I kiss her. It starts slow, tender, but quickly builds into something more intense. Her lips are warm and soft against mine and I can feel the passion between us heating up. I deepen the kiss, my hands sliding down to her hips, pulling her closer.
She responds eagerly, her fingers tangling in my hair. The heat between us is almost unbearable and I can’t get enough of her. When we finally pull apart, we’re both breathless, our eyes locked.
“God, I’ve missed you,” I say, my voice low and rough.
She smiles, her cheeks flushed. “I’ve missed you too.”
I lead her to the bedroom, the anticipation building with every step. I can feel the tension in the air and it only makes me more eager. Once we’re in the room, I pull her close again, kissing her with a fervor that speaks of everything I’ve been feeling.
I start to undress her slowly, my fingers brushing against her skin. She shivers with each touch and I can’t help but smile. I take my time, savoring every moment, every gasp and every moan.
When she’s finally bare, I push her gently onto the bed, my eyes drinking in the sight of her. I strip off my own clothes, my movements hurried with excitement. I climb onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs and I let out a soft groan as I feel her heat against me.
I start by kissing her inner thighs, moving slowly and deliberately. Her breathing becomes uneven and I can feel her trembling with anticipation. I take my time, teasing her, making her wait. When I finally move to where she needs me most, I’m met with a gasp of pleasure.
I go down on her with a fierce determination, my tongue and lips working in a rhythm that drives her wild. I can feel her body reacting, her hips arching and her fingers digging into the sheets. I’m focused, intent on making her feel every bit of pleasure I can give her.
She moans, her voice a beautiful mix of desperation and pleasure. Her body tenses and then relaxes, the waves of her orgasm rolling over her. I keep going, pushing her higher, to make sure she gets everything she needs.