Page 99 of Love Unforgettable
Chapter 30
Cole
Crayola doesn’t make a color that describes how blue my balls are right now. I am crazy about that girl, but damn if she doesn’t drive me a bit bonkers. Sexually and otherwise. I know for certain that she’s not ready for me, just like I know for certain that I’m falling for her, big time. I park my truck, head into the house and go straight for the shower.
I turn the water as cold as I can stand it, anything to help cool down the heat coursing through my body. All I can think of is Lexie coming on my lap. Her head thrown back, neck exposed, lips parted, moans escaping, thighs tightening, fingers digging into my scalp. My God if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I grip my cock and start pulling on it. If she were in the shower with me I’d pin her against the wall with my hand between her legs—my fingers inside her, thumb on her clit, mouth on her tits, my other hand pulling that pink hair.
I rub my cock faster, harder, fucking my own hand thinking of Lexie. Her smooth wet body sliding against mine, her moans echoing off the tile walls, burying myself inside her, listening to her as she orgasms, her muscles tightening around me as she cries out my name.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, and then I’m coming. Spurting all over the shower walls. I lean my heated forehead against the cool tiles of the shower wall to catch my breath. It does me no good, I’m still hard. I grab the soap and start jerking myself again. This time crying out Lexie’s name with my release.
I crawl into bed slightly sated from my two shower tugs. I grab my phone and send Lexie a quick text.
Me: Thank you for tonight, sweetness. Look forward to seeing you again. Sweet dreams.
Sweetness: I had a great time. Emphasis on great. I look forward to seeing you again too. Sleep well.
I turn off the lights after reading her text but can’t get the damn smile off my face.
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My phone ringing wakes me up after a near sleepless night filled with thoughts of Lexie. Most of them dirty. It’s my momma. Who I’m pretty sure has forgotten about the time difference since its five-thirty in the morning, my time and I don’t usually get up until six a.m.
“Hi, Momma,” I answer, sounding groggy.
“Cole, sweetheart, did I wake you?”
“Yeah, but I was getting up soon anyway.”
“What time is it there?”
“It’s five-thirty.”
“Oh my goodness, that’s right. I darn near forgot about the time difference,” she says.
“No darn near about it, Momma. You did forget about the time difference.”
“Well, you’re awake now anyhow. So, Babs tells me that’s she arranged a girl for you to marry and you’re on board with it. Were you going to tell your sweet momma anytime soon or just wait until the grandbabies came and hope I’d find out that way?”
“Wait? What? Hold on.” I sit up in bed, turn on the light, and rub the sleep from my eyes. “Babs said what, exactly?”
“That she and her friend Mavis have arranged a betrothal between you and Mavis’ granddaughter and that you agreed to it. You know how I hate when Babs has the upper hand on me.”
“She’s your momma, doesn’t she usually have the upper hand?”
“Well, do I have it with you?”
“’Course you do.”
“Well, shoot, I guess she does. But, you know I hate it every time.”
“I bet you do,” I say.
“Well now, go on, tell me about this girl you plan to marry. I hate to think of you givin’ up on love and marryin’ a pretty girl just ‘cause Babs thinks you should.”
“That ain’t quite how it all went down, Momma. Her name’s Lexie, and she’s real pretty, for sure. A true spitfire. And smart. She’s a winemaker and she even owns the winery.”
“What she does, doesn’t tell me about who she is.”
