I Never Let You Go (I Never 3)

He pulls back. This time the love and sincerity in his eyes turn into anger.

“I asked you to marry me, and you said no. I may have let my insecurities get in the way, but you were the one who gave up on us; you gave up on me. You are the one who changed their number, remember, not me—you.” He steps back into my personal space, but I refuse to back down.

“Why are you even here? Just go back to Seattle.” I push him back. “You have a life there, one I’m not a part of. I chased you once, but I’m not going to do that again—I can’t do that again. I barely survived it the first time.” My voice drifts off to barely a whisper.

His palm cups my face. “Baby, you’re not making any sense. What do you mean you chased me once before?”

We can’t keep doing this song and dance. It’s time he knew. Through teary eyes, I say, “I went to Seattle, six weeks after you left. I wanted to tell you that I was wrong, that I did want us to figure this

out, that I did want to marry you, to come to you to say yes. That all that mattered was you. I just wanted us to start the rest of our lives together.”

He pushes off me and paces the small bathroom. “What are you talking about, Lo? You never came there.”

I quietly shake my head, letting the tears continue to fall. I can’t handle reliving this moment knowing that this is it—this is the closure we’ve been searching for. “I said no, and that was my punishment. I pushed you directly into...”

Before I can go on, Finn has closed the distance, and his lips are crashing on mine. I gasp in surprise, and he uses that to his advantage by plunging his tongue in my mouth, seeking mine. This kiss is punishing and desperate—punishing us for the time we spent apart and desperate to feel each other again. I grip his shirt in my fist, pulling him closer to me.

My lips are back on his. There is no time to think, no words left to say. Our kisses are hungry as if we are trying to make up for the lost time. His tongue licks the seam of my lips, and I open willingly. I lose myself in this kiss, or maybe for the first time in years, I find myself. His hands roam my body as I grip the back of his neck. His hands slide down my back over my ass, finally settling on the back of my thighs, and he hoists me up, and I wrap my legs around him. I continue to grind against him, feeling him harden under me, as he carries me to the counter. The heat and passion radiating between us is enough to set this bar up in flames.

Finn kisses down my neck, nipping at my skin. I hiss at the slight sting. This moment has been years in the making—it’s going to hurt in the best way possible.

I press my palm against his chest as he scrapes his tongue against my collarbone. “Wait. Wait,” I say breathlessly. “We can’t do this here.”

“Baby, I have waited ten years to be inside you again. This is happening here and now.” His tone is rough. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as his fingers continue to explore my body. I have never been more thankful than I am today to have worn a skirt.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I manage to say when his rough hands slip under my bra, massaging my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He tugs and twists causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head.

“Tell me, Lo, where have you missed me? Have you missed me here?” He bites my skin where my shoulder meets my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “Have you missed me here?” His fingers slide up the hem of my skirt and find my lace panties soaking wet. He tugs them to the side and thrusts two fingers inside. I gasp for air at the feeling of pleasure already taking over my body. His fingers continue to slide in and out, preparing me for him.

His fingers slowly drag out of me, coating me with my wetness before he continues to travel south. My breath hitches, the closer he gets. Finn slowly drags his finger around my puckered hole, coating me with my own arousal, before his teeth nip on my earlobe. I moan louder than I should in a public place. Hell, we shouldn’t be doing any of this in a public place.

“Lauren, did you miss me here?” I squirm in his hold as he breathes my full name. My mind drifts to the last time he took me there. Breaking me free from my fantasy memories, Finn slams his fingers back into my pussy, and I feel my body start to tighten. The only sound filling the bathroom is the friction of his fingers mixing with my wetness.

Finn continues to fuck me with his fingers while using the other hand to pull down his jeans and free his hard cock. I bite my lip in anticipation, knowing how much he is going to stretch me. His voice is a mix of desperation and playfulness. “Are you ready for my cock, baby? You better buckle up because this is going to be a quick and hard fuck.”

Before I have a chance to respond, Finn slams into me with such a force, it literally takes my breath away. I tighten my grip on him, my nails now digging into his flesh. “How could you ever think that I could want someone else when I had this.” He continues to pump in and out of me. He places one hand behind me on the mirror while the other firmly holds my hips.

I close my eyes as I let the orgasm take over. “Lo, open your eyes. I want your eyes on me as you fall apart.” I open my eyes and hold his gaze as the climax rips through my body. Finn joins me over the edge with one last thrust. Our heavy breathing fills the small space.

Once we have both come down from our high, Finn pulls my underwear fully off and shoves them in his pocket once he situates his pants back and tucks himself in them. I hop off the counter and adjust my top and skirt.

“What are you doing?”

My brows furrow at his avoidance of the question—I kind of need those. He spins around, smiling a genuine smile. He steps up to me, and I am very aware that we just had sex, let alone in a bar bathroom. Finn brushes a stray hair behind my ear. “I’ve always loved the freshly fucked look on you.” I face the mirror and take in my appearance—all aboard the Hot Mess Express.

Finn places his hand on my hips, leaning down to my ear. “Come on, let’s get out of here. We still have a lot to talk about, and my dick is dying to be back inside you.” He laces his fingers with mine and kisses my knuckles. He leads me out of the bathroom after making sure the coast is clear. I’m not ready to face my family just yet. We sneak out the back door at Lucky’s, and he drives us back to my house.

After waking up alone for the past ten years, there is no better feeling than having Lauren in my arms again. There was a time when I didn’t think it would ever happen again. And now that it has, I promise never to let her go again.

I feel her chest rise up and down, and her breathing has finally evened out. There is a slight sheen of sweat covering both of us. I lived out my fantasy pulling her to me as soon as her front door closed, hoisting her in my arms and making her come against the door and the couch before we finally made it to the bed. I think it’s safe to say I wore her out.

I run my fingers up and down her bare back. She stirs, propping her head on her fists on my chest.

“If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up.”

“Baby, I promise this is real.” My smile matches hers. I drag a stray piece of hair back behind her ear, and she reaches up, grabbing my hand and pressing her lips against my palm. Before every football game, she would kiss my palms, giving me good luck.

This is us, Lauren and Finn.