I Never Let You Go Page 20

  I watch her leave and chuckle as she walks past Natasha’s desk and waves with a smile on her face, but I know Lauren’s sweet smile and that was definitely not a sweet smile. I can’t hold back my laugh as I take the call off hold and sit in the chair Lauren had just been in.

  I clear my throat. “Hey, man, sorry about that. What’s up?”

  “Nothing. I just wanted to give you the good news that the house is officially on the market, and I gave them my notice. I’m going to stay around and train my replacement, and then I’ll be on my way.”

  “Fucking awesome.” Everything in life is finally coming into place.

  I fall into my bed, utterly spent after the day I’ve had. With the school year ending, we are focused more these days on fun activities such as today’s Field Day event. Where the kids get so much energy running from event to event, I’m not sure. Their faces were flushed and sweaty by the time their parents came to pick them up.

  I had planned to catch up with my siblings for dinner while Finn is away at a three-day conference in Orlando, but Dani’s parents made a surprise visit, and with Kate up against deadlines, we decided to postpone for another time.

  After the day I had, I was more than happy about the reschedule. A simple dinner alone and a shower had me feeling refreshed and gave me a little burst from a second wind. A new book hit my Kindle earlier this week, and I had just been too busy to start it, so this seems like the perfect timing.

  With my Kindle perched in my lap, I open Stefanie Jenkins’s latest book about a girl who falls for two brothers. The quiet of the house with Finn gone doesn’t both me as I get lost in my Kindle. That is until I get to a specific sexy scene.

  I slowly spin in his arms, and my gaze rakes up his body, watching as the water droplets run down his toned skin. I want to lick each one up. His eyes pierce through me, and I feel my own arousal drip down my legs. This man has all the power over me with one look. I would move heaven and earth for him and allow him to command my every move.

  His lips crash onto mine. His fingers thread through my hair as he cradles the back of my head. His tongue sweeps over my lower lip, seeking entrance, and I willingly open. My thighs clench as he takes over the kiss, controlling the movement of his tongue wrapping around mine. I am so lost in his touch that I don’t even notice anyone else joining us until a feel another set of hands gripping my hips, holding me in place. Drew places light kisses on my shoulder, trailing up my neck, slightly sucking on the skin. I moan into Noah’s mouth, and my knees threaten to buckle. Two mouths pleasuring me, two sets of hands touching me. My skin is on fire. Drew steps even closer behind me, and his hard cock rests between my ass cheeks. Would he take me there? What would it feel like to have both of them fuck me at once?

  “Baby, let us make you feel good tonight,” his deep, raspy voice whispers in my ear. I don’t have the strength to say no. This is what I wanted, what I’ve always wanted. I could never decide between Noah and Drew; it was always both who owned my heart, and now they were going to stake their claim on my body.

  I regret my choice in reading this book while Finn is gone. I am so turned on. My breathing is labored and my throat dry, although I can’t say the same for my panties. There is an ache between my legs, and I hate myself that Finn isn’t here to relieve it. My hand slides into my shorts, to ease the throbbing. Just a little something to take the edge off. My fingers find my pussy already wet with my arousal. I am just about to apply pressure to my clit when my phone rings from the nightstand beside me.

  I fumble, quickly pulling my hand out of my shorts, and reach for the phone. A photo recently taken of Finn and me making funny faces at the camera appears with his name—he wants to FaceTime. It was like he knew I was needing him, craving his touch.

  I accept the call and scooch back against the headboard. His handsome face appears on the screen, and I can’t hide my smile at seeing him, but then I catch a glimpse of my appearance. My cheeks and chest are blotchy and flushed. To anyone else it may look as though I had just been running a marathon, but Finn knows every expression and look I have.

  “Hey, baby.” My voice comes out a little higher than I planned.

  “Hey.” He gives me an odd look. “Am I interrupting something?”

  I shake it off. “What? No. What would you be interrupting?” I feel like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar, only the cookie jar was my vagina. I wasn’t actually doing anything. I try to brush my hair off my face and recover.

  “You seem like really flushed. You sure you’re okay?” There is a glint in his eye that says he knows I was worked up.

  “I’m fine,” I say a little too quickly and a little too loudly that even I don’t believe it. I’m embarrassed and sigh in defeat, so I might as well come clean. “I was just deep into reading a certain scene and was all worked up from it.”

  His smile turns devilish, and he wiggles his eyebrows. “Oh really. When you say you were worked up, you mean…” Finn tilts his chin, waiting for me to answer, even though I can see in his eyes he knows exactly what it means.

  “It…it was just a really hot, hot, hot.” I draw out the last hot, recalling the scene where both brothers had her in the shower together, ready to make her feel good and one about to take her in her most intimate place, a place where only Finn has been.

  “Mmmhmm.” His lips curl over his teeth, trying to hide his laugh.

  “How was your day? How’s Orlando?”

  Finn shakes his head. “Oh no, there’s no changing the subject. But since you asked, it’s all fine. I’m ready to be home. So anyway, back to you. You wanna tell me about the scene you were reading?”

  Why do I have a feeling this conversation is about to take an unexpected turn? “Nope, not really,” I smirk.

  “Okay, well, then how ’bout you tell me how reading that scene made you feel?” I don’t miss the way his voice changed from a normal tone to one now filled with lust. I swallow thickly. If my panties hadn’t been wet before, they are definitely drenched now. Relieving the ache alone is one thing, but with the help of Finn, it hits me with a new level of desire.

  “Are we really about to have phone sex, babe?” I question, clenching my thighs together, craving his touch. Why am I questioning this?

  “Oh, hell yes. I am dying being here without you.”

  I can’t hold back my laughter. “Baby, it’s been just two days. Remember the shower before the airport?”

  Finn groans. “Why you have to go and bring up something sexy like that.” He flips the phone so that I can see the bulge in his shorts. “You really going to make me work this out alone?”

  He flips the phone back so that I see his face. Aww, he’s so cute when he pouts.

  I adjust on the bed so that my head is on the pillows now versus resting against the headboard. “I’ve never done this before,” I admit honestly.

  “Me neither. Looks like we found another first to do together.” He lies back against his pillows

  I like that. I know that we spent ten years apart living life and with other people, but basically all of my firsts in relationships are with Finn. I love that after all this time we are still finding things we both haven’t done and can experience them together.

  “So tell me what you were doing when I called.” I nibble on my bottom lip nervously. “It’s just you and me,” Finn reassures me when I don’t answer.

  It’s that reassurance that helps me relax into the bed and set the mood. I drag my fingers down the center of my tank top. “I had my hand slipped under my shorts.” My breathing becomes labored again.

  “Show me,” he rasps.

  I flip the screen on my phone as my hand slips back into my shorts, and I find wetness between my lips.

  “Tell me, Lo, are you wet just from reading that?”

  I nod as I can’t seem to find any words.

  “I can’t see your face. Flip the camera and hold it up so that I can see all of you.” I do as he asks. “Rub your clit, pretending
that it’s my fingers.” I begin to rub my sensitive nub in a circular motion, applying pressure, further and further sending me over the edge.

  “Now insert a finger into your pussy. Slide it in and out.” I do as he says, my breathing increasing. “Now slowly insert one more.” My chest heaves up and down, and my cheeks are on fire.

  I close my eyes and arch my back, pressing my head farther into the pillow.

  “I want you to touch yourself too,” I say, but it comes out as more of a whine as I am close to coming. I need Finn home, and I need him home now.

  “Baby, open your eyes.” I open my eyes and look back to the screen to see his fist pumping up and down his cock.

  “Do you wish that was my hand, my mouth, or my pussy moving up and down your cock.” Woah, where the fuck did that come from? I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience.

  I watch as his grip tightens on his cock and he increases his pace. “All of you, Lo. First your mouth swallowing my cock while you slowly stroke me, but just before I come, you pop off and straddle me, sliding down on me, and you ride me.”

  “Oh, God, Finn.”

  “Fuck! I love having my fingers inside of you, but watching you do it is sexy as fuck.” He breathes heavily. “Baby, now press your thumb to your clit. Move it just like before but harder and faster, just like I do. Do you feel your pussy starting to contract on your fingers?”

  I nod.

  We go at the same rhythm–in and out, up and down.

  I can feel the inner walls of my pussy as I slip my fingers in and out over and over. This orgasm is different than others, being led by Finn on the phone. It is such an intense feeling.

  It doesn’t take us long to both go over the edge together. My release is all over my fingers while his is splattered all over his stomach.

  “That was so hot, Lo,” Finn says, panting.

  “You’re coming home, tomorrow, right?”

  “Yep, I’ll be home soon.”

  Home. I love the way that word comes off his lips. I’m his home.

  “Good. I hate sleeping alone.”

  It’s funny that I have spent all these years living alone, yet now that I have had Finn here just about every night, I can’t imagine living without him. Is it too soon for him to officially move in? I mean, he already sleeps here. Might as well make this official. But this isn’t a conversation to have over the phone. This needs to happen face-to-face.

  “Me too, baby. I love you. Good night.”

  “I love you too.” I disconnect the call, too sated and relaxed from that orgasm just moments ago, and there’s no way in hell I am going to continue reading that scene without him here. I’ll leave the conclusion of Paige, Noah, and Drew for tomorrow. I set my Kindle on the nightstand and plug my phone in before flicking off the lamp.

  I wake up the next morning with a text from Ashley letting us know that school is closed today after a transformer blew nearby and we have no power. Surprise day off—I’ll take it.

  I spend the morning cleaning the house to keep myself busy. Finn isn’t supposed to get in until after six sometime.

  After a productive morning, I curl up on the couch in black yoga pants and a loose t-shirt. I pick up my Kindle and begin reading just where I had left off last night.

  “Hot damn, woman, no wonder you were so turned on last night. That’s the kind of stuff you read these days?” Finn says, his hot breath against the back of my neck.

  I jump, having been so captivated by the story that I didn’t even hear the front door open and Finn come in. I clutch my chest, and my Kindle falls to the ground with a thump. At this rate, I’m going to force him to buy me a new one.

  I spin to find Finn standing there behind the couch adjusting his collar. “Damn, I feel like that Charlie Sheen gif where he is smoking.”

  I jump off the couch and launch myself into his arms, happy to have him home. “What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t getting in till later?”

  “I got an earlier flight. I just couldn’t wait to get home to my girl.”

  Our bodies are flush against each other as I take his mouth, making up for the lost days of kisses from while he was away. I play with the hair on the back of his neck as I deepen the kiss. I get lost in his kiss. He ignites a fire in me that no one ever has been able even faintly to start. All of the blood rushes from my head to my lady bits.

  I slide down his body, and my legs are like Jell-O as they touch back to the ground.

  “That was quite a welcome home. But seriously? Those are the kinds of things you read these days? Wow, maybe we can have story time together.”

  “Oh, you’re being ridiculous. It’s not that hot.” But even I don’t believe that lie.

  I go to swat at his chest, needing the distance before I can push him down on the couch and have my way with him. I give one last glance over my shoulder as I make my way into the kitchen with a little extra sway to my hips, hoping he follows.

  I follow Lauren into the kitchen and lean against the doorframe as I watch her make her way around the kitchen. As she bends over into the fridge, I tilt my head to the side and admire the way her black yoga pants cling to her round ass. I run my hand over my jaw as I remember the dirty things we talked about last night during our phone sexcapades.

  When she is at the cabinet, reaching up for a glass, a sliver of skin shows on her lower back and I can’t hold back anymore. I close the distance between us. I cage her in with my arms planted on either side of her, my palms flat on the counter.

  Her breath hitches as I brush soft kisses along the back of her neck.

  “Dance with me,” I whisper in her ear.

  “What?” She spins in my arms.

  “I said dance with me.” The corner of my mouth turns upward in a half grin.

  “Do you make it a habit of dancing in kitchens with women?”

  “Only the ones I’m madly in love with. It’s also been two days since I’ve had you in my arms, so now I’m going to take every chance I can to do so.” Even though we spoke on the phone, two days was too long for me to be away from her. I brush my knuckles against the soft skin on her cheek, and she leans into my touch. “So, what do you say, Lo. Dance with me?”

  She nods ever so slightly, but her eyes are saying everything that her mouth isn’t.

  “Alexa, play ‘Unchained Melody’ by the Righteous Brothers.” I never break our eye contact. Her eyes widen when she realizes my song choice.

  She cranes her neck back, unable to hide her smile. “Are you about to Swayze me?”

  I lean closer and press my lips to hers. “Always.” I can feel her smile against my lips as I claim them once more as the familiar tune begins to play.

  I take her hand and lead her away from the counter, disregarding the glass and lemonade pitcher, and spin her just like I had at her brother’s wedding. We begin to sway side to side just as we had that very night. Lauren rests her head on my chest as I run my thumb along our linked fingers.

  I begin to sing her the lyrics softly, and she settles farther against me. I want us even closer, so as the music gets louder, I spin her in my arms so that her back is pressed up against my front. Her hips move side to side along with mine. Our arms are intertwined around her front. This is my definition of perfection, having Lauren Reynolds encompassed in my arms. This is my life now.

  She inhales sharply as I drag my nose along the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. Her scent is intoxicating. She leans her head to the side, giving me better access to her neck. As much as I love when she wears her hair down, I love it even more when she has her hair up in one of those messy bun things. She shivers as I continue my journey of kisses up to her ear. I pull her earlobe between my teeth, and she lets out a quiet moan. She presses her ass against my groin, and I elicit a groan of my own.

  I travel my hands down her sides, committing every curve to memory. My cock grows harder with each sway of her hips.

  With one hand wrapped around her waist, I dip th
e other one below the waistband of her yoga pants. When my fingers drag over the lace of her panties, I find them soaked.

  “Finn,” she whines as I press my finger against her clit.

  “Yeah, baby.” I move in a circular motion over her little bundle of nerves. Without warning, I slide her panties to the side and thrust two fingers into her pussy. Her knees buckle as her head leans back against my chest, her eyes hooded with pleasure. I move my hand on her hip to wrap around her chest, holding her up.

  She doesn’t answer, only tilts her head up toward me, and I claim her lips as feverishly as I am plunging my fingers inside her. Her entire body tenses, and I know she is on the verge of an orgasm, but I don’t want her to come like this on my fingers. I want her to come on my cock.

  I quickly remove my fingers and spin her in my arms. Before she can protest, I hike her up in my arms, walk her over to the island, and set her down. My hands frantically brush the hair out of her face and grip her hair.

  The song ends and the only noise in the house is our heavy panting.

  “Finn. I…” she says breathlessly.

  “What do you need, baby.”

  “You. I need you.”

  “I’m right here.” I push her back so that she is lying back against the countertop. I discard her yoga pants and panties to the floor and spread her legs, exposing her wet pussy. I bend down and lick her slit from top to bottom. She arches her back, and I need to press down on her legs to keep her from closing them. I focus on her clit—licking, sucking, and flicking it with my tongue.

  “Fuck. Oh my God. Right there!”

  This time I don’t stop when I feel her start to reach her orgasm. Instead I plunge a finger inside her and twist. I crook my finger in a come here motion and reach her G-spot, sending Lauren into orgasmic oblivion. She wriggles under me as I lap up every drop, but I’m not done with her just yet.