Page 86 of Love Me Again

“I’m going to fuck you raw later,” Cole promises, dropping a chaste kiss to my lips before he slides out of me and sets me down on the floor again. We get cleaned up, and he kisses me once more before he slips out of the bathroom. I wait a couple of minutes, fixing myself up before I walk out and join them at the table. Cole looks at me, and we smile at each other and go back to talking to our friends and eating our brunch. Luckily, no one noticed we were gone.

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The week leadingup to the wedding was hectic. Jo and I were running around trying to get the last-minute things Aimee needed to be done before the big day. We also had the Bachelor/Bachelorette parties two days before the wedding. Aimee wanted to do a joint one, so we all went together with our partners and a few of our other friends and got stinking drunk. It was a memorable night for sure. I had to practically rip Aimee and Josh away from one another most of the night. They were worse than Cole and me before we got married. They were ready to have sex on the dance floor in the middle of the club if Cole and I didn’t stop them. The night before the wedding, I spent the night with the girls, and Cole was with the boys.

We all needed a night to relax and refresh after the heavy drinking the night before. I had Alaia with me, not wanting to leave her two nights in a row at my mum's, not that she minded, but I miss her and can’t be away from her for too long. We spent the night talking, eating, drinking margaritas, and reminiscing about our time living together.

“This is all your fault. You started all of this with your whirlwind romance with Cole.” Aimee laughs, throwing a chip at me, and I grin, throwing one back at her. “Now, look at us. I’m getting married. Jo’s knocked up. You’re married and have a baby. And it’s all because of you, Bish,”

I chuckle and cuddle Alaia, who was sitting in my lap. “I know, it’s crazy, but we’re all happy, right?” I ask, and both girls nod, elated.

“Very happy.” Jo sighs, placing her hand on her tiny bump.

“It’s your turn next; you’ll be Mrs Hart.” I tease Jo, and she smiles coyly, reddening.

“We’re not in any rush; I’m just looking forward to meeting our baby.” Jo smiles, looking at Alaia. “I can’t wait to be a mummy.”

“You’re going to be amazing. The way you are with Laia, you’ll be a natural JoJo.” I assure her, and she smiles, nodding.

“How are things with you and Cole?” Aimee questions curiously, rolling onto her stomach on the floor and looking at me.

I couldn’t fight the shit-eating grin that was plastered on my face at the mention of his name. “We’re amazing.” I sigh longingly. “We’re going through this phase at the moment where we can’t get enough of each other. We’re all over one another constantly. It’s just...” I visibly quiver, and both girls watch me grinning widely.

“Bitch please, phase my arse. You two have been like that from the get-go. I’ve never seen or had the kind of sexual chemistry you two share in my life. I’m fucking envious.” Aimee mutters, shaking her head and grins. “I’ll be sitting next to you two, and the tension even makes me fucking randy.” She explains with a chuckle. Jo and I laugh out loud. Aimee suddenly sits up crossed-legged. “Like that day we went to brunch after the dress fitting, and you disappeared to the ‘toilet’ and Cole had to make a ‘phone call’— you totally fucked in the bathroom, didn’t you? You little nympho.” She laughs, making me blush a deep red.

“Aimee!” I laugh, covering Alaia’s ears. “Baby in the room.”

Aimee cackles and takes Alaia from me, and lifts her into the air. “Can you say, nympho? Tell your mother she’s a nympho. She’s a dirty little minx!” She laughs when Alaia giggles at her. “See, your daughter agrees. I bet you see it all, don’t you, your dads’ hairy arse in the air every night.” I roll on the floor, laughing with Jo.

“His arse is not hairy; thank you very much. It’s smooth and firm.” I defend, laughing, wiping away the tears that roll down my face. “If anyone has a hairy arse, it's Sam.” I giggle, pointing at Jo, who gapes at me.

“No fucking way!” Aimee cackles, and Jo shakes her head-turning beet red.

“Shayla, shut up!” She mutters, throwing a cushion at me. “His bum isn’t that hairy. I think it’s cute.”

Aimee pulls a horrified face and looks at Jo. “Oh God, I bet you play with his bum fluff, don’t you?” She states, and I howl with laughter.

“I do not!” Jo insists, laughing. “I like my men with hair.”

Aimee smirks, “In all the wrong places, babe. He should use some of the hair on his arse and put it on his head. Heaven knows he’s probably got enough.”

Jo throws her head back and laughs. “Oh my God, why am I friends with you two bitches!”

“Because we’re fucking ah-mazing.” Aimee states, and I nod in agreement from my position on the floor. I lean up and load up our song ‘Pina colada song’ on the Bluetooth player, and we all laugh. “Oh my God, yes! I was tired of my lady. We’ve been together too long. Like a worn-out recording of a favourite song.”

Aimee sings along, dancing and points at Jo.

“So, while she lay there sleeping, I read the paper in bed.” Jo sings along, shaking her shoulders, and points at me.

“And in the personal columns, there was this letter I read...” I sing, getting up to my feet and pulling Jo up with me.

“If you like pina colada’s and getting caught in the rain!” We all sing together, dancing around the living room as we used to. I miss the good old days so much. I had a fantastic time with these girls. I record us singing and dancing and sent it to Cole.

I get a video back of them drinking beer and playing PlayStation—followed by a text.

Bebé:

Can I join your party instead? These idiots are doing my head in.

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