I Never Let You Go (I Never 3)

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

“Baby, if you keep doing that, I might come before I’m even buried deep inside you.” She grinds once more, teasing me with a devious vixen expression on her lips. Oh, she knows exactly what she is doing.

I grip my shaft in one hand and use the other one wrapped around Lauren’s waist to lift her slightly. I close my eyes as I lower her down on me. Sliding into Lauren is like coming home.

“Finn,” she breathes once I am fully seated inside her, and I open my eyes to meet her beautiful brown ones staring at me as if she was staring into my soul. “I love you.”

Those three worlds spin my world around. If it weren’t for my cock deep inside her, I may have floated right away. Those three worlds seal the final cracks within my heart.

“I love you too, Lo, so much.”

“God, I’ve missed hearing you say that.” She begins to move slowly up and down on my cock.

“Always you. Only you.” I pull her chest flush against mine, and she steadies herself with her hands on my shoulders.

This time when we make love, it’s not frantic and wild like before. It’s slow and passionate, and we take our time savoring the moment until we both fall over the edge wrapped in each other’s arms and panting heavily. I spend the rest of the evening worshiping her body as we make up for lost time until we eventually pass out in each other’s arms.

I wake up to an empty bed. Was last night all a dream? I reach for the pillow and bring it to my nose and inhale. I can still smell him on the pillow.

We’ve missed out on so much, and we need to make up for lost time. Now that I have him back in my life, the missing piece to my heart, I’ll be damned if I let him go.

The smell of coffee and bacon and the sound of Maroon 5 gets me to hop out of bed. I throw on Finn’s T-shirt that sits on the floor in the pile of discarded clothes. I bring the material to my nose and inhale. It brings back the whirlwind of the past twenty-four hours from going to the lowest of lows believing that Finn had left me to the highest of highs of the pieces of my heart being put back together as Finn and I exchanged I love yous. I guess a part of me never stopped loving him.

I quietly make my way down the stairs. When I am just outside the kitchen, I see Finn standing there in only the jeans he wore last night. They hang low on his hips, revealing his muscular back, and I want to run my tongue along the dimples above his waist. I lean against the doorframe and enjoy the view in front of me without making a peep.

I bring my thumb and forefinger to my lips as I watch Finn make his way around my kitchen as if this were his home. I quickly cover my mouth to hide my laugh as I watch Finn shake his ass and sing rather poorly to Maroon 5’s “Sugar,” even bringing the spatula to his face as a microphone.

Just as I am about to enter the kitchen fully and make my presence known, my front door opens, startling me.

“Fucking hell, Lauren! Do you not answer your phone?” my sister’s voice booms in the living room. Shit, where is my phone even at? I make a mental note to look for it later. I spin around to see not only my sister standing there but the dynamic preggos, Dani and Haylee. All three have their arms crossed and eyebrows raised as if they were waiting for me to explain. I’m pretty sure that if I looked down at the floor, at least one, if not all, would be tapping their foot.

“Hey.” I wave sheepishly and pull down on the hem of Finn’s T-shirt in hopes that I am fully covered. “What the fuck are you guys doing here?” Okay, breathe, Lauren. Just get them out as quickly as possible, and then I don’t have to answer a million questions about the half-naked man performing a Super Bowl halftime show in my kitchen just feet away.

My sister-in-law speaks up first. “We were worried about you.”

Kate takes a step forward, and I nervously look over my shoulder, mentally willing Finn to stay where he is. “Well, the last time Finn bombarded you, you disappeared, and the next morning I came here to find you hungover as hell like a frat boy on pledge week wallowing in self-pity.” I cringe, hoping Finn didn’t hear how pathetic I was. “So, I figured with your Houdini act last night, we might find you in the same shape, so I brought Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum over here for reinforcements.”

Haylee rolls her eyes at my sister’s comment. She knows we love them; it’s just too easy to rile them up these days with their pregnancy hormones.

Kate looks me up and down and narrows her eyes. Something catches my eye behind her as I see my bra hanging from the railing on the stairs. How did I miss that when I came downstairs? She begins to turn to follow my line of sight, but I stop her.

“Well, as you can see, that’s not the case. I’m just fine. So, thanks for stopping by.” I try to usher them out quickly, but then I feel his presence behind me. If that wasn’t enough, all three of the girls have their eyes wide and their mouths open.

Finn breaks the awkward silence. I feel his front pressed against my back. He leans down and presses a kiss against the top of my head. I can’t help but smile. “Good morning, ladies. Do you all want to stay for some coffee and breakfast? I made plenty of bacon.”

“Umm, no, we should be getting home. Just came to check on Lauren to make sure she was okay,” my sister says.

Finn wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me tightly agains

t him. “Nope, as you can see, she’s fine.”

“Good to know.” Kate salutes before she tugs on both Dani’s and Haylee’s hands, pulling them toward the front door. Using her twin intuition, she gives me a stern look, and I know that means We will definitely be talking about this later. I hear Haylee whine, “But there’s bacon.” Finn and I both snicker as the door closes behind them.

He spins me in his arms. “Good morning.” He leans down and grazes his lips against mine.

He laces his fingers in my hair when I deepen the kiss. I finally open my eyes when I no longer feel his lips on mine. “Good morning. A girl could get used to this kind of treatment in the morning, you know.”