Page 123 of The Accidental Wife

Cole

“Uh,Christ, Cole. We have to stop.”

I lift my eyes to look up at Shayla and suck her clit hard. “You sure baby?”

She gasps, her legs quivering every time I swipe my tongue over her clit. Her fingers curl in my hair, and she rocks her hips up against my mouth. I resist the urge to smile, her mouth may be saying no, but her body is just begging for me. “Ohh fuck.” She moans breathily, biting her lip as I slowly bring her to orgasm. “Cole, oh fuck, I’m gonna…come.” She pants, biting her lip hard to keep from screaming while she fists the covers tight as she climaxes. I groan readily while lapping up every little bit of her girl cream while she quivers and pulses against my tongue. “Oh my God..” She pants breathlessly as I kiss up her stomach, pushing her shirt up till I expose her natural c-cup breasts.

“Shayla? You up?” We both jump when we hear Aimee call out her name. Shayla’s eyes snap open, and it seems her senses come rushing back to her because she kicks me off the bed in a panic, and I land on my back with a thud.

“Fuck.” I groan, and she leans over and looks at me concerned while I rub my back.

“Shit, are you okay?” I nod, sitting up as Shayla tugs her top-down and pulls her shorts back on. “You have to go.” She whispers irately, and I sigh, rolling my eyes. That Aimee is such a cock block.

“Shayla, we’re not done talking about this.”

“Yes, we are,” She snipes back stubbornly, shoving my jacket at me. “You can’t keep doing this shit to me.” She utters, turning me around and pushing me toward the door.

“Honey, I wasn’t doing anything you didn’t already want me to,” I tell her matter-of-factly, and she glares at me hard.

“I’m not your honey, and this shit stops now, do you hear me? That will never happen again.” I look into her face and lick my lips. “Stop it. Stop looking at me like that.”

“Want to see how good you taste?” I drawl huskily while leaning in, and her eyes flicker to my lips before she meets my gaze again.

“It’s my pussy; I can taste it whenever I want.” She utters, pushing me to the door, and I grin naughtily.

“While I’m envious of that fact, this is a taste of you and me mixed into a delicious concoction that’s sweet and so fucking addictive.” I burr, and she stares into my eyes, “Your cum on my tongue. All it’s missing is the taste of your sugary lips.” I feel an unnatural heat course it's way through me and groan when my lips snatch hers, and I kiss her hard and dirty.

Shayla sucks my tongue, and then her eyes fly open, and she pushes me away a couple of seconds later and hits my chest all flustered. “Goddamn it, Cole.” She exhales slowly, closing her eyes and pushing me toward the door again. “Get the hell out of here.” She groans, pushing me out of the bedroom and to the front door. I wave at Aimee as we go past her, and she glares at me darkly.

Shayla opens the front door, looks at me expectantly, and gestures to the door with her eyebrows, silently telling me to go. “Josh says he’s really excited for your date tomorrow night, Shay,” Aimee says with a smirk, and I look at Shayla, glaring at Aimee, who shrugs passively.

“What date?” I grit out through clenched teeth, and Shayla sighs, rubbing her forehead. “He fucking asked you out?”

“You bet he did,” Aimee answers for her and I scowl at her before I turn my gaze to look at Shayla staring at the floor.

“And you said yes?” I ask in disbelief, and she sighs. “I’ll fucking kill him. Did you not listen to a word I said to you in there, Shayla?” I hiss seething, and Shayla shakes her head.

“No, you won’t, Cole— and yes, I heard you, but hear me.” She answers, looking up at me, her gaze angry and hurt at the same time. “You’re going to go back to your fiancée and your unborn child, and you’re going to let me get on with my life because deep down, you know that’s the right thing to do. You can’t be so selfish that you’ll want me to be miserable for the rest of my life, right?” She explains, brushing her fingers through her hair. “I’m sorry that it has to be Josh, but I have to get over you. Please understand that and let me go.”

We stand there looking at one another. She was right. I had no right holding onto her, but that doesn’t make it any easier to let her go. “You’re seriously going to date my best friend despite being in love with me?” I ask, not bothering to mask the hurt in my voice, and Shayla blinks back the tears that pool in her eyes and nods.

“Yes, I am. Just like you’re getting married to Sophie despite being in love with me.” She whispers, and my heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach. I nod, and without another word, I walk out and slam the door shut behind me. I was furious. With her, with Josh, but most of all with myself. This is all my fault. I’m paying for my own mistakes. We’re paying the price for all the lies I’ve told, all the lies we’ve told. What did we expect to happen if we started our whole relationship based on a lie? I’m doomed to live a life of misery for the rest of my life. I’ve got nothing left. I lost the girl I love, and I’ve lost my best friend. I’ve got no one to talk to, and I feel like I’m suffocating.

I stand outside her apartment building and stare up at it. I’m so tired of this empty void deep inside of me. I can’t bear the thought of Shayla loving someone else. It’s selfish, I know, but I want her to love me and only me. My heart clenches when I see Shayla come out on her balcony. I look up, watching her as she closes her eyes and wipes her face with her fingers. She’s crying again. When she looks down, she sees me standing by my car, looking up at her. I take my phone out and dial her number. She looks at her phone for a long moment and answers it.

“Cole, what are you doing?”

“Let’s go somewhere.” I sigh.

“What?”

“Let’s just disappear, go somewhere far away from here where no one can find us. Just you and me.” I plead, and she closes her eyes sighing.

“In an ideal world, I would have gone anywhere with you, but that's just not an option for us. We can’t do that, Cole.” She tells me, her voice quivering.

“Why, Shayla, why can’t we?”

“Because I have my family and you have responsibilities you can’t turn your back on Cole.” She says plainly, and I sigh. “And if you did, you wouldn’t be the man I fell in love with.”

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