Page 150 of The Accidental Wife

“Cancun?” She asks, surprised, and Cole nods, smiling up at her. “Mexico, Cancun?!”

Cole laughs, amused, “Honey, there’s only one Cancun.” Shayla rolls her eyes and flicks his forehead before she moves off him. “Ow, hey! Where are you going?” Cole complains. Sitting up in bed, he grabs her around the waist and hauls her back into bed with him. Shayla laughs and squirms against him when he nuzzles her neck, growling. “Ten days, only you, me, white sandy beaches, cocktails, dancing, and a shit load of sex. Oh, I’m going to fuck your brains out all over the place.”

Shayla giggles and looks up at him. “Ooh bebé, that sounds like a dream come true.” She purrs enticingly, and Cole kisses her deeply but groans in protest when Shayla pulls back. “Before you suck me into your sexual vortex again, we have to go meet everyone for breakfast before we leave.” She tells him, and Cole sighs, burying his face in between her breasts.

“I love everyone, I do, but fuck I can’t wait to have you all to myself for a while,” Cole tells her, and Shayla wraps her arms around his neck and rubs her breasts in his face, and Cole moans with a chuckle. “Oooh, nice.”

Shayla laughs and lifts his head to look at him. “We have to go. You’ll have me all to yourself soon enough. Come on, Stud-muffin, let’s go shower and get ready.” Shayla tells him, and Cole rolls off her with an audible sigh.

“Fine, but we’re doing it in the shower.” He grumbles, lifting her and throwing her over his shoulder before he lands a slap on her butt cheek, and Shayla whimpers.

“Ow! Bebé!” She laughs as he carries her to the bathroom, where they spend a good fifteen minutes having hot shower sex. After they get ready, they head down to the breakfast hall to join their friends and family for breakfast.

“There they are.” Aimee chirps when she sees Cole and Shayla stroll over to them. Shayla hugs her mother and kisses her cheek.

“Hi Mama, how are you liking Vegas?” She asks, and Sara nods, smiling lovingly at her daughter.

“It’s lovely here. The girls and Sam took me for a walk around the strip this morning. It’s sweltering out. Make sure you wear sunscreen.” She tells her, and Shayla nods and hugs Coles mother before they sit down with the rest to eat breakfast.

“So…” Aimee drawls, wagging her brows at Shayla. “How was the wedding night?”

Shayla feels her cheeks go hot. She licks her lips and casts a look at her husband, who was talking to Josh.

“She’s gone all red look.” Jo giggles making Shayla blush even more. “It must have been good.”

“Oh my God, shut up.” She whispers, chuckling timidly. “It was so damn hot. We barely got any sleep.” She gushes, and the girl's squeal excited, and everyone at the table looks at them. “Shhh.” Cole looks at Shayla quizzically while she tries to hide her crimson face. “Speaking of sex,” Shayla utters, looking at Jo. “How long have you and Sam been going at it?” It was Jo’s turn to go red while she looks at Shayla wide-eyed.

“He told you?”

“Hold the fuck up, you’re sleeping with Sam?” Aimee whispers, stunned, and Jo looks over at Sam, talking with Josh and Cole.

“He didn’t tell me anything. I figured it out. How could you not tell me, Jo? We’re best friends.” Shayla questions with a frown, and Jo sighs, her shoulders slumping.

“I’ve been dying to talk to you, but you’ve had so much going on, I didn’t want to upset you before your wedding.” She explains, chewing on her lip, her eyes cast down. “I really like him.”

Shayla looks over at her older brother and sighs. “Jo, I love my brother, but you know Sam isn’t the easiest of people to handle. He has a bucket full of issues babe, are you sure you’ve thought this through?”

Jo nods, “He’s different with me, Shay. We’ve been seeing each other for a couple of months now, and he makes me happy.” She explains with a shrug, and Shayla looks at Aimee, who shakes her head with a shrug.

“I mean, if you’re sure it won’t affect our friendship?” Jo shakes her head and takes Shayla’s hand into hers with a smile.

“It won’t, I swear.” Shayla nods and shrugs, smiling at her friend before she casts a look at her brother.

After breakfast, Shayla and Cole say goodbye to their family and friends to go off on their honeymoon. Shayla was currently sitting in her seat on their private jet on their way to Mexico, watching her husband speaking to someone on the phone. She gets up from her seat and straddles Cole, who looks at her with a smile, placing his hand at her hip, and bites his lip when she kisses down his neck. “Uh-huh,” Cole sighs, tilting his head back, giving her more room to continue nipping at his neck. “No, the design was excellent. It’s just small adjustments that need to be made. Speak to Jess. She has the details the client has sent over,” Cole instructs, snaking his fingers under his wife’s shirt and pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making her moan quietly in his ear. “Mhm, that’s great. Listen, I’m on my honeymoon, so my phone will be off. Speak to Jaxson—he’s the project manager, he has the authority to make these decisions without me. If not, speak to my father. Okay, great. Thank you.” He says and hangs up the phone tossing it aside before he pulls his head back and looks at Shayla, who was looking at him sultrily. “I didn’t hear a word he just said to me.” Cole informs her, and she shrugs impishly, rocking herself against him.

“You shouldn’t have been on your phone while you’re on honeymoon then, Mr Hoult.” She whispers, pressing her forehead to his while she unbuttons his shirt. Cole groans and slides his hands under her skirt, cupping her shapely behind and squeezing.

“Mm, you’re right,” He moans, brushing his lips over hers. “I’m a bad, bad man.”

Shayla grins, “Yes, you are, and bad men should get punished.”

Cole groans and rocks his hips up, rubbing himself against her. “Yes, they should. Punish me, baby.” He growls, biting her bottom lip.

Shayla nods and kisses him slow and deep, making him moan before she slips off him and sits in her seat again, leaving Cole in a haze. Cole frowns, looking at her while she smirks at him and spreads her legs, giving him a view of her womanhood. Cole groans, licking his lips before he shifts to kneel in front of her, but Shayla presses her foot to his chest, stopping him. “Ah ah, you can look but no touching.” Cole looks at her wide-eyed, and she grins naughtily.

“That’s mean.” Shayla shifts, spreading her legs wider, and Cole tilts his head, looking at her licking his lips like a man starved. “Don’t provoke me, baby. You know how dominant I can be when I’m hungry.”

Shayla trails her fingers up her inner thigh while he watches avidly as her fingers inch closer to her mound. “I’m counting on it, baby.” She breathily moans while she touches herself.

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