Page 115 of Love Me Again

“Alaia Mae Hoult, you better not.” Cole scowls at her, and she smiles, reaching up to grab his nose, making him melt instantly, and he kisses her fingers.

“Look at you. She’s got you wrapped around her little finger.” I chuckle, leaving her with him while I get dressed.

Cole picks her up and lays her on his chest. “You’re not having a boyfriend till you’re at least thirty. You hear me, princess?” Cole says, poking her softly while she slaps his face. He growls at her playfully, and she cackles. “You really are your mother's daughter. Look, she’s abusing me already.” Cole utters, laughing as she squeezes his cheek. “If any boys touch you, you do this to them too, baby girl, kay. I’m going to get Uncle Josh to train you so you can be a badass just like your Mama.”

I look over at them while I brush my hair and smile. My only wish is that her fate is not as cursed as mine was.

I leave Cole with Alaia while I go and prepare her food. She’s eating solids now and absolutely loves it. It’s upsetting that she’s weaning off my breast milk now she’s eating proper food three times a day. I only give her my milk at bedtime, which I read was more comfort than her needing it. She grew in the blink of an eye, and she’ll be a year old in five months. That’s crazy to me. Cole plays with her on the floor in the living room while I prepare dinner. I can hear her laughing while he does the tickle monster on her. He’s such a goof. Cole takes her upstairs when she starts to rub her eyes tiredly. It was past her bedtime, and if she doesn’t sleep on time, she’ll get cranky. I watch on the monitor as Cole lays her down in her bed and kisses her forehead, she starts to cry, and he rocks her gently. “Shh, oh I know, you’re tired, sweetheart.” He whispers, rubbing her back gently.

I stir the sauce to the carbonara pasta I was cooking while watching him with her. I pick up the monitor when he starts to sing to her. “Sweet dreams, baby girl.” He whispers when she falls asleep and kisses her head. I dry my eyes before he sees me crying when I hear him coming down the stairs.

I stood in the kitchen, watching the sauce bubbling away for a while. Oh, stuff the food. I turn the cooker off and walk out of the kitchen. I see him sprawled out on the sofa, his long legs spread wide in that sexy, lazy manner men sit while he’s watching tv—my mouth waters at the sight of him. Cole was topless in only a pair of grey tracksuit bottoms. Come on, Shay, don’t lose your nerve now. I stroll over to him, and he looks at me as I straddle him. “Oh, hello.” He smiles handsomely, placing his hands on my hips.

“Hi,” I whisper before I press my lips to his, kissing him hot and needy. Cole moans throatily, his hand coming up to my nape, deepening the kiss.

“You’re driving me, crazy baby,” He groans, dragging his lips up to my throat. I tilt my head back, giving him more space to lick and nip at my neck. My head went dizzy with desire, especially when he tore my top off and his mouth was on my nipple, biting gently, licking, and tugging.

“Cole.” I moan, curling my fingers in his hair, my body arching up into him, needing more of him. “I need you.” I breathe, and he lifts his eyes to mine and brushes his fingers through my hair. His eyes search mine for a long moment, silently checking to make sure I was certain. I cup his face with my hands and lick my lips while I look into his eyes. “Make me yours.”

Cole’s eyes close, and he presses his forehead to mine, biting his lip hard. “Fuck baby, I've been aching to hear those three words from you again,” Cole whispers, drawing my mouth to his. We kiss fervently while we undress one another. It felt so damn good feeling his lips on me, his hands caressing my body, his hard body pressed against mine. I shift between his legs, and he watches me eagerly as I grasp his manhood in my hand. Cole hisses, his mouth hangs open when I lick up his length. “Oh Shay, fuck baby.” He moans gutturally, his eyes staring into mine while I suck him deep into my mouth. “Oh, Jesus...” He breathes, his eyes closing while his fingers brush my hair away from my face as I swirl my tongue around the length of him. His hips rock up, moans growing louder the closer he comes to his release. I want to taste him. I was aching to feel him throbbing and pulsing in my mouth. I find a rhythm, and he watches heatedly as his cock disappears into my mouth, and I suck up slow and hard from base to tip, flicking my tongue against the ridge, which causes the muscles in his abdomen to clench. Sexiest thing ever.

“Christ baby, stop, stop, I’m close, you’re going to make me come.” Cole groans, his fingers tightening in my hair when I look up at him but don’t stop, I suck him harder, and he growls, gripping the back of the sofa. Biting his lip, “Oh fuck. You want my come, baby.” He breathes, watching me avidly while I nod, moaning in response. I brush my fingers over his balls, and his hips jerk up at my touch, and I feel him grow harder, hotter in my mouth before he starts to throb and his balls tighten. “Oh fuck, Shay, I'm coming. Oh Shayla, yes, baby, uhh!” I soak up his moans while he thrusts his hips up, pushing himself deeper until he spurts his hot seed down my throat, biting his lip hard as his body shook with each surge of his orgasm, his chest heaving with frantic breaths, “Christ, baby.” Cole pants breathless, opening his eyes to look down at me before he pulls me up, so I straddled him again and kisses me hard and deep, moaning at the taste of himself on my tongue. “That mouth of yours is something out of this world Shayla Hoult.” He bites and tugs at my bottom lip. “My turn.” With a devilish grin, he lays me down on the sofa, kissing his way down my body until he settles himself between my legs, and they fell open shamelessly for him.

I watch him, desire coiling deep in my belly when he lifts his eyes to mine just as he licks slow and lasciviously up through my slit, teasing me, taunting me, making me quake with each stroke of his velvet tongue on my nub. I circle my hips, rocking against his hot mouth. My body was begging him for more. I was panting and moaning wildly for him, aching for that sweet release. “Jesus, Cole.” I moan, arching up when I feel that familiar, delicious heat spiral through me.

“Give it to me, baby, come all over my tongue.” The vibrations of his deep voice sent a shiver through me, pushing me closer. Cole sucks my clit tirelessly, and I still panting as he flicks his tongue over my clit, driving me over the edge.

“Uhh, Cole, I’m coming,” I whimper, curling my fingers in his hair.

“Look at me, baby, let me watch you come.” I force my eyes open, and I hold his hungry gaze, unable to look away as I climax with a throaty cry; pleasure pulsed through me, leaving me trembling and gasping for air. “Uhhhh, Cole!” I vaguely hear him moan through the blood rushing in my ears. I collapse on the sofa, and he continues to lick and kiss my mound gently as my body settles down. I grab his head and pull him up, melding our lips together urgently. “I want you inside me… now.” I moan into his mouth, and he groans in response; nudging my legs apart, I feel him pressed against my entrance, and I look up at him while he stares down into my eyes. My stomach clenches tight in hesitation for a second, and my mouth goes bone dry as I wait for his reaction while he watches mine sliding into me slowly, first the crown then inch by inch, until he was completely immersed to the hilt, deep inside me. I release the quivering breath I had been holding, and his eyes close.

“Oh my God, baby, I've missed your pussy so fucking much.” Cole gasps, nuzzling his nose over mine. The look on his face as he slid inside me was all I needed. Cole didn’t falter for one second, and his body still trembled when he pushed himself in like it always had. That and the moans and desire in his eyes was enough to force me to finally let go of the last bit of fear and doubt I was feeling of not being good enough, especially when he whispered...

“You’re mine.”

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