Page 45 of Best Laid Plans
Her breath turns ragged, followed by a moan that’s so sexy, the second I feel her pulsing around me my orgasm hits like a freight train. I pump into her until my orgasm subsides, slowing my pace until I’m completely spent. Jesus, fuck.
Brooke collapses onto my chest, our heavy breathing the only sound that fills the room. I’m still hard inside her.
“You good?”
“Better than good.” I can feel her smile on my chest. We lie quietly for a few minutes, then I slide out from beneath her so I can remove the condom. After dropping it in the bathroom trash can, I return to find Brooke snuggled up under the covers. I crawl in beside her, and use my elbow as a prop so I can look at her.
“You’re going to spend the night, right? Or do I need to tie you to the bed?” I watch Brooke’s eyes light up at the thought. I can’t help but chuckle at her reaction.
“Another time.” I drop a soft kiss to her lips.
She smiles, then our sated bodies curl into one another and drift off to sleep.
26
Brooke
Iwake up alone, but hear noise coming from the kitchen. I stretch long, then curl up into a ball pulling the covers tight against me. Cole’s bed is like heaven, I never want to leave it. But then I smell coffee and it’s a battle my caffeine addiction wins.
I feel rested, but I don’t know if I can even credit the feeling to sleep. Not sure how much I actually got last night. After our first round, we fell asleep, only to wake up a few hours later for a repeat performance. I’d say I only got five hours of sleep total, but with five orgasms, I think that equates to like eight and a half hours. I’m not exactly sure, math’s always been Ellie’s thing.
I’m still naked and there’s no way I’m putting my dress on again. I’m too bone tired for that kind of apparel. After a perusal around Cole’s bedroom for my overnight bag, I come up empty and opt to rummage through his dresser for a t-shirt.
It’s soft and smells clean with a hint of Cole’s man smell that must be trapped inside the dresser. When I pad out to the kitchen, I find Cole there in running shorts, his hair slightly damp. I watch his back muscles stretch and bunch as he moves his arm to push the plunger on the French press.
He hears me and turns around, a sexy grin on his face.
“Good morning.”
If I thought Cole’s back was a nice view, I’m completely unprepared for the visual overload I’m presented with when he turns. I know I’ve seen him naked, twice. And I’m pretty sure my hands were all over the same chest and abs that I’m seeing right now, but it looks different in the daylight than it feels in the dark. He felt great in the dark, but feeling something doesn’t show you all its contours. The way Cole’s shorts hang low on his waist and expose the indented V on either side of his hips has the ache between my thighs returning. This isn’t the plan. I was going to be satisfied after one more night together but Cole’s half naked body is fucking it all up.
“Where’s your shirt?”
“It was sweaty from my run.” Great, now I’ve got that visual to add to my catalogue. Sweaty workout Cole. He could probably make me take up running.
“Mmm.” Flashbacks of Cole’s sweaty chest hovering over me fill my mind. “I don’t know how you went for a run. I can barely walk.”
“That was my plan. So you couldn’t escape.”
He wiggles his eyebrows, then turns back toward the cabinet to grab another mug.
“Coffee?” He raises it in question.
“Yes, please.”
“How do you take it?”
My brain is focused on memorizing the way Cole’s back looks without a shirt on, the muscle contraction that occurs with each movement is fascinating, so it takes me a moment to realize he’s talking about the coffee.
“With cream.”
I move around the island to accept the piping hot mug of coffee. Cole grabs out a container of almond milk.
“This is all I have.”
Of course, he doesn’t have cream. That’s why his body looks like that. I’m sure his fridge is full of egg whites and vegetables, protein shakes and kale. The pie-eating incident must have been a one off, lucky me to have benefitted from Cole’s one moment of weakness.
There’s a snarky comment on my tongue but I decide the five orgasms Cole gave me should give him a reprieve from my hormone-induced bitchy attitude. I pour the almond milk in until my coffee looks like cocoa, then take a drink and let the warm, rich liquid fill my belly. We stand in silence drinking our coffee. I want it to be awkward, but it isn’t.
