Page 187 of Lost Then Found
My hands are on her in an instant.
Palms sliding up her sides, finding every dip, every soft curve, every muscle twitching beneath my fingers. I grip her hips, then slide down, squeezing the backs of her thighs, the swell of her ass, dragging her back against me so hard she gasps.
She starts to move—grinding, not bouncing. Deep, slow rolls that make her whole body tremble and drive me straight to the edge. I watch us in the mirror—watch the way her body rocks into mine, how my hands grip her tighter every time she takes me deeper.
I lean forward, mouth at her spine, pressing my lips to the sweat collecting at the base of her neck. Her skin’s hot, her hair damp, and I lick a slow line up her shoulder just to hear her breath hitch.
“You like watching yourself fuck me?” I rasp, voice breaking in her ear.
She shivers. “I like watching you fall apart.”
Her pace quickens. Less rhythm, more need. She rides me like she’s chasing something only I can give her. And I give it. Every thrust, every filthy drag of my cock inside her—this is all hers.
My hand slides around her front, fingers slipping straight between her thighs—and the second my thumb finds her clit, she jerks like I shocked her. Back arches. Hips stutter. A loud, guttural moan tears out of her like she didn’t see it coming.
I rub tight circles against her clit, slick and throbbing under my touch, and she melts—legs trembling, breath catching in her throat.
“Fuck, Boone—”
“You’re soaked,” I growl, voice dark and rough in her ear. “Dripping all over me and I’ve barely even touched you.”
She gasps when I drag two fingers through her mess, spread it over her clit, and rub harder—faster—relentless now, chasing the way she shakes every time I hit the right spot.
“Feel that?” I grind in deeper, my hand working her harder. “You’re so fuckin’ tight, shaking like you don’t know what to give into first—my cock or my fingers.”
She whimpers—head dropping back onto my shoulder, thighs tensing around my hips.
“Boone—” Her voice is wrecked. Barely more than a whisper.
I fucking love that she’s like this—wild, impulsive, ready to take what she wants without overthinking a damn thing. Who else would drag me into a filthy dive bar bathroom and ride me like this without a secondthought? That’s just Lark, though—burning hot, untamed, alive in every second. And I crave that about her, the way she doesn’t hold back. The way she lives in the moment, pulls me into it with her, makes me forget everything else.
She’s not scared of getting messy, ofbeingmessy, and I respect the hell out of that. It’s honest. Real. None of the fake shit people wrap themselves in. Lark strips it all away and demands the same from me. I don’t have to pretend with her—I get to be raw, rough,me—and she likes it for what it is.
A knock cracks through the air like a bullet—sharp, jarring, way too real for what we’re in the middle of.
There’s a beat of silence. Then a girl’s voice filters through the door, syrupy and awkward and painfully Southern.
“Uh… are y’all almost done? I, um… left my favorite lipstick in there.”
On the counter, not two feet from us, sits a shiny silver tube of fucking lipstick.
Lark freezes. Her eyes lock with mine in the mirror—wide, flushed, a little stunned.
“Oh my god,” she pants, voice barely more than a breath.
But I don’t stop.
I can’t.
My hand stays locked around her waist, and I thrust up into her—hard, fast—punching the air from her lungs in sharp, staggered gasps. Her head tips back onto my shoulder, her mouth falling open as her eyes flutter shut again. Her whole body quakes around me, slick and tight and fucking perfect.
The mirror gives me everything.
Her flushed chest. The sweat-slicked strands of hair sticking to her throat. The way her mouth trembles with every thrust like she’s about to cry from how good it feels.
She’s a fucking vision. Wrecked and gorgeous, coming apart in my lap under the shitty light of a bar bathroom. I look at her in the mirror and can’t believe she’s here, with me, when she could have anyone in thiswhole damn bar.
And it guts me, how badly I want to give her everything.
