Page 25 of Best Laid Plans
“Yes, Brooke. I want you to come all over my cock.” His voice is low and husky, my body obeys its command.
“Oh. My…” My orgasm nearly knocks the wind out of me. I’m pulsing around Cole, when I feel his release pulse inside of me, too. His jaw clenches, his lips part and a bead of sweat runs down the middle of his chest. I have a strange desire to lick it. Holy shit, he’s gorgeous.
Cole leans back over me. Supported by his hands, he lowers to kiss me. A slow, languid movement of lips and tongues. He’s still hard inside me, and it takes a lot of effort not to rock my hips. How can I possibly want more? I orgasmed four times. This is unreal. He’s like a purple unicorn. He can’t possibly be real.
“You’re perfect. That was perfect,” he whispers in my ear before rolling off me to go dispose of the condom.
I’m confused. One minute he’s whispering filth in my ear, the next sweet nothings about how perfect I am. Jesus, man. Pick a lane. I’m much more comfortable with the filth than I am with the sweetness.
When Cole comes back from the bathroom, I take a moment to enjoy the view of his body. Hard, muscular planes, but it’s a lean muscle, not bulky. When he catches me watching him, he smiles and winks. There’s another one to add to the collection of Cole’s many smiles. The relaxed grin.
Cole gently lifts me so he can pull back the covers, then slides me underneath. He crawls into bed next to me, sliding one arm around my waist to pull me to his body. For anyone who thinks sex with a stranger is awkward, I think post coital with one is more so.
But Cole doesn’t think it’s awkward because he’s asleep in two minutes flat, whereas I lie there for another thirty thinking about what just happened. Amazing sex. Okay, really amazing sex. It should be exactly what I need to float me for a while. Nine months to be exact. This is what I was looking for. To go out with a bang. There was something different about this, though. I got what I came for so why am I feeling unfulfilled? Like there’s something I’m missing. My mind wanders for a minute before I start fantasizing about more sex with Cole, and I realize maybe this wasn’t what I needed. It was too good. Dangerously good. The I want to do it over and over again kind of good.
Cole rolls onto his back with a heavy sigh, releasing me from his grasp and I take the opportunity to get the heck out of there.
13
Brooke
“You snuck out?” Sam looks incredulous. “After the sweaty, passionate, mind-blowing sex?”
She pauses for effect. “With a gorgeous doctor that lives in a luxury apartment?”
“Um, yeah. That’s what a one-night stand is.”
I pound the side of the ketchup bottle, and it releases a huge glop onto my plate. We’re at Steuben’s, a brunch/lunch spot with a retro vibe, in Uptown near Sam’s apartment. Sunday brunch became a late lunch when I texted Sam that I needed more sleep this morning. What can I say? I was tired from all of yesterday’s activities.
“Huh. I would have gone back for seconds. At least a morning-after romp. Those are the best. You don’t even have to be completely awake yet. Everything is still juicy down there, no foreplay, he just slides right in.”
Sam looks pointedly at my French fry currently mid-dip into my ketchup puddle, and I scrunch up my nose at her description.
“That’s graphic.”
I don’t tell Sam that I was tempted for seconds, and that’s the exact reason I left after Cole fell asleep. I didn’t want to leave, instead I wanted to slide over his hard body and wake him with his cock in my mouth. It was a perfect one-night stand. The sex was amazing. Almost too amazing. Cole was perfect. Almost too perfect.
I set down the fry, and take a drink of my water. The cool liquid helps to calm the wave of heat that rushes over my body when I think about my night with Cole. He was right, I am sore today. And it’s a delicious reminder of what happened last night. How good it felt to be filled with him. Up until last night I didn’t understand how people could be controlled by sex. Need sex, want sex, be addicted to sex. My sex life has been made up of guys that I could take or leave, depending on my mood and level of desire. With Cole, I’m pretty sure if I hadn’t snuck out, I would still be lying in his bed, letting him have his way with me. There was a connection that I couldn’t even explain and as much as I wanted it, it frightened me a bit, too.
My body is satisfyingly sore, just like Cole hoped I would be, and shifting in my seat only reminds me of how full I felt with him inside me, how his touch made me feel alive and wild. There will definitely not be a repeat. It would be dangerous to my sanity.
On the other hand, I do feel bad that I snuck out of his apartment this morning. But what was there to do? Say thank you over a cup of coffee? Have the awkward morning-after discussion? It was fun, just what I needed, and I want to leave it unmarred by the morning-after awkwardness. Plus, I never want to be the girl that’s still around when the guy just wants me gone. He should be grateful that I’m not clingy and trying to tie him down.
I slip out of my jacket and lift my hair off the back of my neck.
“No, it’s best this way.” I shake my head. “Now it’s a memory I can fantasize about when I’m bloated, gassy and no one wants to get near me.”
Sam takes a sip of mimosa.
“So, what happens next?”
“Ellie and I are going to meet with her doctor on Wednesday. They’re going to ultrasound my uterus and make sure I’m a good candidate. Maybe run some tests.”
“And you’ll be pregnant soon?”
“Depends on how everything goes.” I dust the French fry salt off my hands. “Ellie would love an April birthday. Same month as Mom’s and Dad’s.”
Sam sets her champagne flute down.
