Chapter 18

Tripp

Millie lets out a soft moan and I match it with a growl of my own. I never considered myself a jealous or possessive man, but that is clearly because I’ve never had the right woman. Watching her and Oliver together just solidified the fact that I’m falling in love with this incredible bookworm. I will no longer stay silent and watch the possibility that someone else could move into the spot where I know I belong.

My hands slide down her perfect body, which has been teasing me in this sexy red sundress, and I gather the material at the bottom. Another moan escapes her and I swallow it down as I lift her dress up enough to expose her panties.

I push against her center and her fingers dig into my back. I do it again, breaking the kiss and moving my lips to her ear. I gently bite it as I once again push against her.

“You feel that,” I growl, moving my hips. “That’s what you do to me, Millie.”

“Tripp,” she whispers as her hands move into my hair.

"I can’t do this anymore. I can’t pretend. The charade is tearing me apart, and the weight of it is suffocating. Every day, I go through the motions, smiling when I need to, acting as if nothing is wrong, as if your absence doesn’t gnaw at my soul. But it does, my little bunny. It affects me in ways I can barely comprehend. It keeps me awake at night, lying in the dark, consumed by thoughts of you. I imagine your touch, the softness of your skin, the warmth of your breath against my neck, and the longing becomes unbearable. Jealousy—something I’ve never truly felt before—now courses through my veins like a wildfire, igniting every nerve in my body. The mere thought of you with someone else drives me to the brink of madness. And then there’s this possessiveness, this primal need to claim you as mine, that I didn’t even know existed within me. It’s as if my very essence is tied to you, and the idea of losing you, of never having you, is a torment I can no longer endure." I lift her and she wraps her legs around me, allowing her to feel my rock hard cock as I squeeze her ass. "You’re mine, Millie. I’ll fight for you with everything I have, but I’m fucking done fighting how I feel. I’ve been battling these emotions, trying to keep them buried, pretending that I can control this overwhelming desire, but I can't anymore. Every time I see you, every time I hear your voice, it’s like a storm raging inside me, tearing down the walls I’ve built. I can’t keep denying what’s been true from the start—you belong to me, just as I belong to you. There’s no more pretending. I’m done pushing this aside. I need you, and I’m not letting you go."

I can’t see her face, but I’m searching it anyway trying to gauge her reaction. She’s breathing heavily and I have no idea if it’s because she feels the same or if she’s on the verge of panicking.

Her fingers thread through my hair, tugging lightly, sending a shiver down my spine. She lets out a soft, almost breathless sigh that makes my heart race. “Tripp,” she begins, her voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and admiration, “I’m not often at a loss for words, but what you just said... I’ve never had anyone say something so incredibly romantic to me before. It’s like something straight out of a romance novel, the kind where the words linger long after the pages have been turned.” Her lips meet mine, filled with a passion that makes me feel as if, for just a moment, I’m living in the very stories I write.

Her soft lips against mine suddenly feel different, like something has shifted between us. The kiss, once familiar, now carries a deeper intensity, as if unspoken emotions have finally surfaced. The gentle, breathy sounds she makes in this dark closet feel brand new, sending a thrill through me that I’ve never experienced before. It’s as if the very air around us has changed, charged with a newfound electricity. She must feel it too—this undeniable connection, this unspoken understanding that something between us has evolved into something far more profound.

I reluctantly break the kiss, my breath mingling with hers as I rest my forehead against hers, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. My heart pounds in my chest, a mix of hope and fear as I softly ask, "Does this mean you feel the same?"

For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our breathing in the stillness of the dark closet. Then, I feel the slightest, almost unnoticeable nod of her head, followed by her whisper, “Yes, Tripp.”

Her words, though softly spoken, resonate deeply within me, and a wave of relief and joy washes over me, confirming what I’ve longed to hear.

There’s a lot to figure out and a lot we’ll have to face, but right now, none of that matters. The weight of the world can wait. All I care about is this moment. Right now, I’m going to give my little bunny exactly what I know she’s craving—the touch, the connection, the undeniable passion that we both feel. The anticipation is thick in the air. I feel it in the way she leans into me, and I know that, for now, all we need is each other.

“I’m going to make you come with my fingers because I know you need the relief.” I press a soft kiss to her full lips and grin. “But the next time I make you come it will be with my cock buried deep inside your tight pussy.”

“Oh God,” she moans.

Her back is pressed against the wall and I use one arm under her to keep her there. With the other hand I push her panties to the side and feel how wet she is for me. It gives me a feeling of power knowing how I affect her.

I give no warning as I push two fingers inside her wet pussy.

“Tripp,” she shouts as her head hits the wall.

“Fuck, little bunny, I love hearing my name fall from those sweet lips and I will never say this again but you need to be quiet. The door is closed but this closet isn’t sound proof. Anyone could hear us and as fucking hot as I think that is, I don’t want my family finding out about us like that,” I say, pumping my fingers harder and faster.

“Yes, please don’t stop. I’ll be quiet,” she whispers.

Her words ignite a fire within me, sending a surge of heat through my entire body, making it almost impossible to keep my composure. The intensity of her voice, so close, so intimate, sets my nerves ablaze, and every instinct in me wants to fuck her right here and now.

“When you beg me like that it makes it extremely difficult to keep from fucking you right now, but you deserve so much better than a quick fuck in the closet.” I curl my fingers, hitting the spot I know drives her wild. “At least not for our first time.”

“Tripp, your words alone could make me come,” she quietly moans.

The darkness amplifies everything between us and I can feel her tightening on my fingers already. Her release is cresting and I’m ready to push her over the edge.

I finger fuck her harder and faster, moving my thumb up and rubbing her clit. When I make contact she leans forward, biting down on my shoulder to keep from shouting.

It’s fucking hot.

“My fingers are dripping wet from your greedy pussy. Don’t fight what we both know you need so terribly. Get out of your thoughts and come back to this moment. Let the feelings your body is having take over. I know you’re racing with thoughts of what happens when we walk out of this closet, but right now nothing else matters. Give me your release, Millie. Be the naughty girl I know you are and come on my fingers in this closet.”

It’s as if my words are magic because she bites harder on my shoulder, muffling her cries as her orgasm rips through her.

Once she begins to settle, I pull my fingers out and lick them clean. “So fucking delicious.”

I feel her smile against me as I set her back onto her feet.

“That was unexpectedly amazing.”

I chuckle as I adjust my hard dick, before wrapping my arms around her. “It was perfectly unexpected.”

She grows quiet, and I can tell she’s lost in her thoughts again, worrying about what will happen when we leave the comfortable darkness of this moment and step into the harsh light of reality. I can almost feel the tension in her, the weight of her unspoken concerns.

“Tripp?” Her voice is soft, hesitant, like she’s searching for reassurance.

I run my fingers through her silky hair, the familiar motion calming us both. I smile, even though I know she can’t see it in the darkness. “I don’t have all the answers,” I begin, knowing that’s what she needs to hear. “And I know that’s what you’re going to ask. The truth is, I can’t predict everything that will come our way. But there’s one thing I do know—we both deserve to always feel the excitement and happiness we have when it’s just the two of us.”

I pause, letting the words sink in, hoping they give her the comfort she needs. “We’ll figure it all out,” I continue, my voice steady with determination. “I’m not saying it’ll be easy—because it probably won’t be. But nothing worth having ever is. And this, what we have, is worth everything to me.”

“This is why you can write romance, Tripp,” she says softly, her voice filled with admiration. “Because in reality, you are everything you write about. I know this won’t be easy, but I’m willing to take the risk. What we have is worth everything to me too.” As she speaks, her hands glide up and down my back, sending shivers of warmth through me, grounding me in the moment.

“I’m going to make this work, Millie,” I reply, my tone firm with determination, “but first, you need to end your date with Oliver.” I can’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

She lets out a small laugh, but I can sense the dread behind it. “I’m dreading that, but I don’t think it’ll be as difficult as you think. There’s a girl at the bar that he clearly has something going on with.”

The thought of Oliver never really having Millie—and never will—lifts a weight off my shoulders. But there’s a flicker of anger too, knowing he’d ask Millie out when he’s interested in someone else. The nerve of him.

“Good,” I say, a bit of possessiveness creeping into my voice. “Have him take you home and text me when you get there. I’ll come over after I finish working, and we’ll talk, if you aren’t too tired.”

She nods, her hand lingering on my arm as if reluctant to let go. “I’ll be waiting, Tripp. There’s so much more I want to say, but I’ll save it for when we can really talk.”

With that, the reality of what’s to come settles between us, but the anticipation of what could be outweighs any lingering doubt.