Page 124 of Love Me Again

“You guys are adorable together. My friends and I were watching you from over there, and you can feel your love just radiating through the whole room.” Hannah states watching Shayla and I exchange loving glances.

“Thank you, I hope someday you’ll find someone who makes you feel as special and wonderful as Cole does me because you deserve it and don’t ever settle for anything less,” Shayla tells her, and Hannah smiles, holding up her phone, she snaps a couple of photos with Shayla.

“Thank you so much.” Shayla nods and watches her as she wanders back to her friends before she turns to me and sighs heavily.

“Baby, you blow me away,” I affirm, lifting her hand and kissing her wrist. “Just when I think I can’t possibly love you more, you prove me wrong once again. I’m in awe of you, the way you just lit up that girl’s eyes and gave her hope and something to believe in, something to fight for. You’re incredible, Shayla.” Shayla’s eyes well up, and she sighs casting a look at Hannah laughing with her friends.

“I only told my story, Cole. She did the rest. It takes courage to take a stand and not allow that darkness to swallow you up. It’s scary how easy it is to give up, but when you have something worth fighting for, you find the strength to pick yourself up.” She adds, gazing into my eyes. “You gave me that strength. You reminded me of who I am.”

“Come here.” I lean over the table and pull her in for a kiss, my fingers brushing through her hair as I deepen it, making her moan.

“Take me home.”

After we get home, Shayla goes to change and put Alaia down for a nap, and I throw myself on the sofa with a sigh. I’ve got so many meetings lined up on Monday, and it’s honestly exhausting just thinking about going into the office. I untie my tie, leaving it hanging on my neck, and unbutton my shirt, feeling too lazy to get up and get changed. As I mindlessly flick through the tv channels, I see Shayla coming down the stairs, and she’s changed into a pair of grey, tight-fitted booty shorts and a white crop top. I smile up at her and toss the remote aside when she straddles me and kisses my chest. I pull her head up and curl my fingers at her nape, pulling her mouth hungrily to mine.

“Mm, baby, can we talk for a second,” Shayla mumbles in between kisses. “As insanely sexy as you look right now...” She moans when I aptly flick my tongue over hers, her hands running over my chest.

“Mhm, talk. I’m listening.” I groan, grasping her hips and rocking up against her hot core. She smells so damn good, all sweet and fruity my head whirls.

Shayla’s head tilts back while I lick up her throat, stopping to suck her pulse. “Christ, Cole, I can’t string a sentence together when you do that, let alone have a conversation with you.” She purrs, curling her fingers at my neck, arching up into my touch as I grab and squeeze her breast. I smile against her neck, rocking up, grinding my erection against her eliciting a drawn-out sexy moan from those beautiful lips of hers.

“What do you want to talk about, baby?” I whisper, sucking on her bottom lip, my hands splaying out on her backside before I squeeze, and she rolls her hips, rubbing herself against my erection.

“Uhm, I was, uh...thinking that I... Oh, fuck...” She gasps sharply when I lift my hips and grind her down against me harder. Shayla quivers, pressing her forehead to mine.

“You were thinking....” I urge her on with a groan and her eyes close, rocking her hips slow and steady, masturbating against my hard cock.

“I was thinking that...Uhm, I would... uhh, I would be...fuck, oh, fuck...” Shayla pants with a shudder. I watch her in delight as she tries her best to have a conversation with me while she gets herself off by gyrating against my dick. She’s so fucking sexy.

“You would be what, baby....” I whisper, dragging my lips over her chin, gripping her hips tight. If she doesn’t climax soon, she’ll make me come inside my boxers. She’s pushing me closer and closer with each thrust of her hips. The friction was driving me mad.

Shayla leans forward, placing her hands on the back of the sofa while she moves her hips back and forth. I lean back, looking up at her flushed face. She wasn’t thinking about anything but that orgasm she’s building. “Cole,” Shayla breathes against my lips, “Uh, I want to... Oh, baby, I'm gonna come.”

I squeeze her hips hard and grind up against her faster, “Shayla, if you don’t hurry up, you’re going to make me come. Come for me, baby.”

Shayla pants nipping at my ear before she dips her tongue, making me grunt, “Come with me, baby.”

“Shayla, you’re killing me. The last time I came in my boxers, I was thirteen.” I growl, biting her neck. Shayla moans in my ear and rolls her hips which sent a jolt of pleasure through me. My balls tighten, and I feel that heat rush through me, my cock pulses. Oh fuck.

“Come with me.” She moans breathily in my ear. “Come with me, now, uh, I’m coming, I’m coming...” She whimpers and stills as she hits the peak of her orgasm; she lets out the sexiest fucking moan I’ve ever heard, which spurs my own climax. I squeeze her bum and grind her down wildly as I come hard.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, yes, Shayla....” Shayla goes limp in my arms, panting heavily, while we gently rock against one another, riding out the last seconds of our climax as it ebbs away, “Christ, baby.” I pant, kissing her shoulder. “That was a good talk. Best conversation I’ve ever had.” I smile lazily when she chuckles against my neck. “You made me come in my fucking pants. That has never happened to me before.” I admit, and she pulls back and looks at me, her eyes glittering, she licks her lips.

“Really?” Her chest was rising and falling while she catches her breath.

I nod, brushing her hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear. “No other woman I’ve been with has ever brought me remotely close to having an orgasm while grinding on me like that,” I confess, and she smiles a little.

“So, that makes me your first?”

I chuckle, rubbing her hips. “That makes you my first,” I confirm, and she grins, leaning over to kiss me but stops just before our lips meet.

“Oh wait, we were supposed to talk,” Shayla utters, straightening, coiling her fingers around the tie I had around my neck. I smile up at her and narrow my eyes a little.

“Can we talk in the shower? I’m literally sitting in my come, and it’s grossing me out.” I wince, and she laughs and slips off me. When I stand up, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder while carrying her up to our bedroom. Shayla giggles and grabs my arse.

“Hey, Cole?”

“Yes baby.”

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