22. Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Two
Finn
I’ve been pacing my apartment for hours, running off the anxiety eating at me.
The damn Seattle team’s been all over social media, boasting about how they’re going to crush us. It’s eating me alive.
My ADHD meds are making me jittery, so running is my only escape. I hear a knock at the door and I’m just in my boxers, I swing it open, expecting Declan. Instead, I’m hit with the sight of Millie standing there.
Damn, she’s stunning. Her hair’s pulled back in a messy bun, a few curls framing her face. She’s wearing this gorgeous, flowy blue dress that ends just above her knees. It’s casual but somehow elegant and the way it moves with her, it’s like she’s gliding. Her eyes are wide, filled with something that makes my heart stutter.
“Hey,” she says, her voice a soft whisper. “Can I come in?”
I smile, feeling a rush of warmth seeing her here. “Of course. Come in.”
She steps inside and I close the door behind her. The apartment feels instantly brighter with her here. The way she moves into my space feels almost intimate, like she’s been here a hundred times before, even though this is only the second time.
I watch as she takes in my place, her gaze lingering on the plants scattered around and the Chopin playing softly in the background. It’s a contrast to the chaos in my head.
She turns to me with a mischievous smile. “You look like you could use some company.”
I raise an eyebrow, feeling the weight of her gaze. “Yeah? What’s up?”
Millie’s smile is soft, a bit shy. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“No, not at all,” I say, motioning to the couch. “Just, uh, dealing with some stuff. Want something to drink?”
She shakes her head. “I’m good. I just wanted to talk.”
I nod, feeling a mix of relief and tension. I need this conversation.
“All right,” I say, sitting on the couch and patting the spot next to me. “Let’s talk.”
She sits down, close enough that I can smell her perfume—light, floral and intoxicating. I’m having a hard time focusing on anything other than the way her dress hugs her legs and the way she’s sitting so close. It’s making it hard to breathe.
“So,” I start, trying to keep my voice steady, “how’ve you been?”
Millie takes a deep breath, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her dress. “I’ve been okay. Things have been…complicated.”
“Complicated how?” I ask, my tone gentle but probing. I need to know where we stand.
She looks up at me, her eyes serious. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us—about what we had and what’s happening now. It’s not easy.”
I nod, understanding more than she knows. “I get it. I’ve been thinking a lot, too. This season is...it’s huge for me. For us.”
“I know,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been following the team’s progress. You’re amazing out there.”
I smile at the compliment, but it doesn’t completely chase away the nerves. “Thanks. It’s been rough with the pressure. And with everything going on, it’s hard to keep my head straight.”
She reaches out, her hand brushing mine. “I can imagine. And with everything between us…”
“Yeah,” I say, glancing at her hand on mine. “It’s been tough.”
There’s a moment of silence, the air between us thick with unsaid words. Millie shifts, turning to face me more fully.
“I know you’ve got a lot going on,” she says quietly. “But I need to be honest about what I want.”
My heart skips a beat. “And what’s that?”
She takes another deep breath, her eyes meeting mine with a determined look. “I want to figure things out with you. But I also need to explore what’s happening with Declan and Chase. They’re part of my life now too and that’s not just going to go away.”
“Are you saying you want to be with all of us?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even.
“That is what the conversation tonight is going to help us figure out. Right now, I am here because Declan is concerned. He seems to think that you’re not sleeping or eating right.”
“That snitch,” I say as I smile.
She’s got that look in her eyes, the one that makes my heart race.
“He’s only worried about his co-captain,” she says, her voice low and full of promise. “That’s why I have to make sure you are in tip-top shape. He’s with Lily and as soon as I’m done, you can head to practice.”
“Done? Done doing what?” I ask, my curiosity piqued but a little apprehensive.
Her hazel eyes lock onto mine as she stands and my breath catches. I watch, spellbound, as she slowly starts to undress. The blue summer dress falls to the floor in a soft cascade of fabric. What she’s wearing underneath makes my pulse quicken. She’s in light green lingerie. My blood is instantly focused south.
“Fuck,” I mutter, unable to tear my eyes away from her.
“Like it?” she asks with a sly smile, her fingers reaching up to pinch her nipples through the lace.
All my focus shifts to her fingers moving over her body and it’s like the rest of the world has faded out. My mouth goes dry.
“Stand up,” she commands softly. I obey, my heart pounding louder with each movement.
She drops to her knees in front of me, her gaze never leaving mine. I’m about to ask what she’s doing, but then I feel her fingers gently peeling my boxers down my thighs.
The moment her eyes fall on the small ice cream cone tattoo on my hip, I see her gasp. “Finn!” she whispers, her voice full of surprise and something else—desire. “That’s...for me?”
“It’s for you,” I manage to say, my voice trembling a little as I shiver from the sensation of her kiss on my hip.
Her fingers trail up my thighs and I can feel the heat of her touch. It’s electrifying. She continues to kiss her way up my body, her breath warm and teasing. My breathing hitches when her nails rake softly over my sensitive skin.
She looks up at me, her eyes dark with need and I’m suddenly aware of how much I want this. She’s right there and her lips are so close.
“Are you ready for this?” she asks, her voice a husky whisper.
I nod, not trusting myself to speak.
She takes my cock in her hand, her touch light, but confident. She leans in, her breath hot against me. Her lips part and then I feel the warmth of her mouth enveloping me. It’s intense and electric. She starts slowly, her movements deliberate, taking her time to make sure I’m feeling every bit of it.
I moan, unable to keep the sound back. Her tongue dances around me and her lips tighten in just the right way. It’s almost too much. I grip the edge of the couch to steady myself, but it’s no use.
Her hands are working as well, stroking and touching, adding to the pleasure. I feel like I’m losing control, my body reacting fiercely to every touch.
“Fuck, Millie,” I groan, my voice rough. “That’s incredible.”
She moans in response, sending vibrations through me. It’s almost unbearable in the best way. I can’t help but thrust into her mouth, my hips moving in time with her rhythm. She handles it all with ease, her eyes never leaving mine, a look of concentration and satisfaction on her face.
I feel myself getting closer and I can’t hold back the sounds escaping me. It’s a mix of pleasure and desperation. She’s relentless, her mouth working me over until I’m on the edge.
When I finally come, it’s like an explosion of sensation. I can’t hold back the gasp that escapes me as I feel the release. Millie swallows every bit, her eyes closing in satisfaction. She pulls away slowly, her lips glistening and a satisfied smile on her face.
“Damn,” I say, my voice full of awe and exhaustion. “That was incredible.”
She stands up, her cheeks flushed and her eyes full of mischief. “Glad you think so.”
I watch her as she adjusts her lingerie, still feeling the aftershocks of what just happened.
“Why did you—” I start, but she cuts me off with a playful look.
“Let’s just say I wanted to make sure you were ready for practice.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “You definitely accomplished that.”
She smiles, leaning in to kiss me softly on the lips. “Good. Now go get ready. Practice won’t wait forever.”
“It can wait ten more minutes. Coach knows I am always late anyway.”
“You ready for more?”
I’m barely able to form a coherent thought. “Fuck, yes,” I manage to grunt.
Millie steps closer, her hands trailing up my chest as she kisses me deeply. Her lips are soft but demanding. I respond with equal fervor. Her touch ignites something primal inside me, making me forget everything but the need to be close to her.
I lift her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist. She’s light and it feels like she’s made to fit against me. Her mint-green lingerie is barely there, just enough to tease me. I lay her gently on the couch.
She looks up at me with those hazel eyes. “Don’t hold back,” she breathes, her fingers gripping my arms.
I nod, my hands running down her sides, my fingertips tracing the lace of her lingerie. “I won’t,” I promise. I can see the excitement in her eyes as I slide my hands beneath her lingerie, pushing it aside.
Her skin is warm and smooth under my touch. I marvel at how perfect she feels. I kiss her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips. “Tell me if you want something,” I murmur, my voice rough with desire.
She moans softly, arching into my touch. “Just…make me feel good,” she whispers, her voice a sultry command.
I pull her lingerie completely aside, my fingers grazing her most sensitive spots. Her reaction is immediate, her back arching and her breath catching. I lean in, my tongue tracing her collarbone before moving lower, kissing and licking every inch of exposed skin.
Millie’s moans are music to my ears and I focus on giving her as much pleasure as possible. I can feel her growing need, her body tensing and relaxing beneath my touch. Her fingers grip my hair, guiding me where she wants me.
I slide down, my lips and tongue exploring every inch of her, the sweet taste of her driving me wild. Her hands are tangled in my hair and she’s making these delicious, breathy sounds that push me to be even more attentive. I’m determined to make her come apart in my arms.
Every touch, every kiss, every flick of my tongue is met with enthusiastic responses. Her body is a symphony of reactions and I’m playing it with every bit of skill I have. She’s close, her breathing shallow and rapid, her hips bucking slightly as I focus on bringing her to the edge.
When she finally comes, her cry is muffled against the couch, her body trembling as I continue to make her feel every sensation. I savor the taste of her, the feeling of her muscles contracting around me. Her fingers are gripping me tightly and I can feel her shuddering with each wave of pleasure.
As her breathing slows, I climb back up to kiss her, my lips meeting hers in a tender, passionate kiss. She responds eagerly, her hands sliding down to grip my shoulders. I pull back slightly, looking into her eyes. “Was that okay?” I ask, my voice husky.
Millie’s smile is both satisfied and tender. “More than okay,” she whispers, her fingers tracing my jawline.
I grin, feeling a rush of happiness. “Good,” I say, kissing her again. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
I slide my boxers off, my movements deliberate but eager. Millie watches with a look of anticipation, her eyes dark and full of desire. I can’t wait to be inside her, to feel that incredible connection that we share.
Once I’m fully naked, I guide her gently into position, making sure she’s comfortable and ready. The feeling of her against me is overwhelming and I take my time, savoring every inch as I enter her.
Millie gasps, her body tensing momentarily before relaxing into the rhythm. I move slowly at first, letting her adjust to the feeling, but it isn’t long before we’re both lost in the sensation. Every thrust is met with a moan or a sigh and I can tell she’s enjoying every second.
We’re both breathing heavily, our movements becoming more urgent as the pleasure builds. Her legs are wrapped tightly around me and I can feel every muscle in her body responding to my touch. We’re completely in sync, every motion matching the other’s need.
When I finally come, it’s with a deep groan, my body shuddering as I release inside of her. Millie’s orgasm follows quickly, her body clenching around me and I can feel her tremors through every part of my being.
I collapse beside her, both of us panting and drenched in sweat. I pull her close, my arms wrapping around her protectively. “You okay?” I ask softly, my fingers stroking her hair.
Millie snuggles into me, her head resting on my chest. “Yeah,” she murmurs, her voice content. “I’m more than okay.”
I smile, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”
“What about practice?”
“I can afford to be late just this once, baby .”