Untouchable(24)

Sitting up onto my knees, I begin rubbing her clit as I focus on every thrust, making sure to hit her right where she needs me to. Arching her back off of the bed, she cries out and claws at the sheets, convulsing beneath me as I feel my cum mixing with her juices as they run out of her and over my dick.

We lay there in each other’s arms for a few moments before forcing ourselves to break the spell and causing ourselves to come back to reality.

“I’m going to clean myself up and then get going,” she says, suddenly climbing off of the bed and hurrying into the bathroom.

I grab some tissues off of my nightstand and clean off my dick and then ball it up, tossing it into the trashcan beside the bed. I fucked her not just last night, but now tonight without a condom. My mild heart attack this morning must not have been enough to knock some sense into me. But at least she’s on the pill, so I can breathe easy.

There’s something about fucking her without any barriers that makes it that much more intimate. I feel like I’ve branded her mine in every way possible. From here on out, any time another man touches her body, thoughts of me will linger in the back of her mind, remembering the feel of my hands and mouth on her skin, and my dick inside of her body.

I’m confident in this, because it’ll be the same for me, and has been since we first slept together. She’s consumed my heart, my mind, and my soul. It makes things even more complicated, because it’s her, but there’s no one else I’d rather it be.

I watch as she comes out of the bathroom and heads straight for the living room. In record time, she’s dressed and slipping her flip-flops back on. I grab a pair of pajama pants and meet her by the door.

“You are such an amazing person, Spitfire. I’m going to miss the hell out of you. Remember—call, text, FaceTime, I don’t care, any time you need to talk. Have a safe flight home tomorrow.”

Turning to face me, she leans against the door. “Goodbye, Linc.” Leaning up onto her tiptoes, she presses a quick kiss to my lips before flinging the door open and disappearing into the night.

I lay my head against the door and whisper, “Goodbye, Spitfire.”

Allowing her to walk out the door is even harder than I imagined. It’s so definite now. We’re truly going in two separate ways in our lives. Literally being on completely opposite sides of the world. A part of me feels like this is the last time I’ll see her until fate decides to once again bring us back together again.

I hope she’ll reach out to me while I’m there, because going a year or more and not hearing from her will be the hardest part about taking this job. I barely made it through three months away from her, and all that time, I was trying to hate her, and still it was the hardest three months of my life. Now letting her go, when I know I’m in love with her, has me wondering how I’m going to get through this.

We hold onto false hope as a coping mechanism when we don’t want to accept the cold, hard reality that is staring us in the face. The truth of it is more than likely, she’ll find someone else, even though they won’t make her feel the way I do. They’ll be the safe, easy choice, and they’ll help her forget about the pain of missing me.

I can try to say I won’t sleep with anyone else until I’m blue in the face, but the truth is we’re human, and we need to feel that connection with another human being. It may not be Raven in my bed, but in my mind, it will always be her, no matter how badly it hurts thinking of us being with anyone but each other, especially after these last two days.

I’ve heard so many times, ‘Sometimes loving each other isn’t enough’.

I never believed the statement to be true until this very moment. Now, with everything that’s happened with Raven, I get it.

The reality of it is sometimes love isn’t enough. Just because you love someone with everything you have, it’s not enough to keep you together. Sometimes, too many outside influences come together, making what you once hoped could be possible, suddenly impossible.

There’s always hope that in the future we will find our way back to each other, and by then, the timing will be right. Until then, the only thing we can do is focus on the things we can control. That is our dreams.

So, come Tuesday morning, I’ll be boarding a plane to Scotland and walking into the next phase of my life, coming one step closer to having everything I’ve always wanted.

Everything…but Raven.



THE END