I Never Let You Go (I Never 3)

And with that, he is gone before I even open my eyes. I am then left alone on my front porch wanting more—wanting Finn, to be exact.

When I pull up to the house, all the lights are off. Chase is at the station tonight. I quietly slip inside, not wanting to disturb Kelsey or Liam. My first stop is to the kitchen for a bottle of water. When closing the fridge door, I spot a note under a magnet. In my sister’s handwriting, I read, “Leftovers in the fridge. I hope you had a nice time with Lauren. -K”

There is no way I could eat any more food tonight; the hunger I have can only be eased by Lauren. Damnit, why did I kiss her? Now that I had a taste, I can’t stop thinking about it. And it wasn’t even a full taste at that, just enough for me to crave more. If I had deepened that kiss, I wouldn’t need to fuck my hand later. My cock would be buried so deep in Lauren, we wouldn’t know where I ended and she began.

When I got out of the truck to walk her to the door, I hadn’t planned on kissing her, it just sort of happened. When I asked her for what this was happening between us, what she wanted, and she responded, “I don’t know,” I saw it in her eyes. It was different this time than when she said no. There was an internal war in her mind that scared her. I put that fear there by allowing the distance to get between us, but not this time. I meant what I said that I’m not going anywhere, but I will give her time to think.

Just thinking about my lips on hers has my cock growing hard in my pants. Once safely inside my room, I turn the lock on the knob, just in case. I discard my shirt on the floor and walk to the nightstand, reaching for the remote. A little background noise never hurt; my room might be at the end of the hallway away from everyone else’s, but I’m not taking any chances. I could have turned on porn, but I don’t need the images or sounds of two strangers. All I need is the thought of what would have happened had I stayed and the taste of her lingering on my lips to have my semi stand at attention. Which is why I select the first thing I find on TV and have the volume playing softly.

I lie down on the bed, resting against the headboard, flicking the button open on my jeans and freeing my erection from my boxer briefs.

The head is dark and angry, ready to burst. Precum is already leaking from the tip, that’s how bad I have it for this girl.

I run my thumb along the slit, gathering my arousal before gripping my shaft with my fist. I close my eyes and hear Lauren’s voice asking me again, “Do you want to come in?” Fuck, yes, I do.

I hoist her up by the back of her thighs and wrap them around my waist, carrying her inside. I kick the door shut with my foot.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

With my hands fastened in her hair, I claim her pouty lips, pulling the bottom one between my teeth. Her moan vibrates through me.

Up and down.

Up and down.

I reach down, cupping her pussy over her jeans. As much as I want to be inside her tonight, I need to make her come first. I move my hand back and forth, creating friction of her jeans against her swollen clit. I can feel the heat coming off her. Her head falls back, giving me more access to nibble and suck my way down the pulsing vein in her neck.

My breathing becomes more labored as my cock grows in my hard, seeking its release.

“Oh fuck, I’m close,” I breathlessly mutter aloud.

The speed of my fist increases as my balls tighten up to my body.

“I’m gonna come.” Lauren begins riding my hand.

“Me too, baby. Come with me.”

“Lo,” I exhale the same time as she says my name in my fantasy, thrusting my pelvis into my hand, releasing my orgasm all over the ridges of my stomach.

“Holy shit.” My heart is beating so fast, it may just beat right out of my chest. I drop my head against the headboard and wait for my breathing to go back to normal.

If this was all from a fantasy, I’m not sure I will last long at all once I get a chance in real life.

I reach for my discarded T-shirt on the floor and carefully clean up the mess on my stomach.

I slip across the hall to the bathroom for a quick rinse off. Afterward, I wrap a towel around my waist and sneak back into my bedroom.

I open the top drawer and retrieve a fresh pair of boxer briefs, but something catches my eye before I close it.

I pull out the small black box and open the lid, revealing the diamond ring I bought for Lauren ten years ago. I hope one day this will make it on her finger and I didn’t keep it for nothing. Placing it back in the drawer and shutting it, I collapse on the bed, sated and fully relaxed. I’ll give Lauren a few days to realize we would be fools not to give this another shot, and then I will make her mine again. I fall asleep dreaming of all the ways we will spend making up for ten years of being apart.

“Finn, I know this project is near and dear to you, but I’m just not sure how we are supposed to manage that along with our other jobs,” my sister says while we’re sitting at the conference table surrounded by contracts and files.

“What are you saying?” I lean back in the chair, running my hand over my jaw.

“I’m saying I think we need to bring someone else on. The workload is just going to be too much. You’ll run yourself ragged because I know you and you will want to oversee everything.”