Page 23 of The Accidental Wife

Cole

“Cole?”I blink when I hear my name being called and look over at Josh, who is waving his hand in my face.

“What?”

Josh frowns and eyes me warily, “You all right, bud? You’ve been off in your own world since the match started.” I rub my hands over my face and nod.

“I’m good. I’m just thinking about work.” I lie. Josh smirks and shoves a forkful of chow-mein in his mouth. I wasn’t thinking about work. In fact, for a change, work was the last thing on my mind. I have one thing on my mind tonight. Shayla. I have never been so anxious to get to work only because I get to see her.

I’ve been staring at the television absent-mindedly for over forty-five minutes. I heave a sigh, grabbing my bottle of beer, and get up off the sofa. Josh looks up at me and frowns. “Where are you going?”

I shrug, “I need some air.” I tell him and walk outside onto my terrace. I pull my phone out of my pocket, and the moment I unlock it, the article of Shayla and I pops up on my screen. I zoom into the photo of us kissing and I feel my stomach tighten just like it did that night.

I can’t remember the last time I felt so free and happy than I did that night with her. Or earlier in my car, singing along to songs.

It’s just a game, Cole. She’s doing you a favour by helping you out. That is it. She would divorce you in a heartbeat if she could. She doesn’t want you, so get your shit together and do not allow yourself to get too close to her.

“Fuck,” I exhale, looking up at the glimmering stars. Why do I miss her? I barely even know this girl. I’ve known her what, a week for God's sake. Today is the seventh day. This time last week I was at the club, watching her dancing sensually, laughing with her friends. Completely mesmerised. The funny thing is, I can’t remember what my life was like before her anymore. How pathetic is that?

I shake my head and groan. Maybe I should text her? I mean, it is our one-week anniversary. I could use it as an excuse to tease her a little. I unlock my phone and type out a text.

‘Happy one-week anniversary, Wifey.’

I hit send and chuckle. I can just picture her face when she reads the message. I take a seat on the sofa and gaze out at the view when my phone vibrates. I open the message and see she sent me three emojis, a coffin, a skull, and a middle finger. I laugh out loud and shake my head. She’s so adorable. I press the call button, and she answers after a ring.

“What?” She grumbles, trying to sound annoyed, but I can hear the smile in her voice.

“That’s what I get for being a thoughtful husband? A death threat.” She laughs softly, and I hear her shuffle on the other end.

“I want it to be known on record that I did try to warn you before I killed you.” She says. I smile and bite my lip.

“I was only being a dutiful husband and wishing my beautiful wife a happy anniversary. I’ll cancel the ten dozen roses and the giant bear then, shall I?” I tease and bite back the laughter when she groans.

“What?” She croaks. “Cole, I swear to God, if you’ve done that, I will literally come over there and feed you every single rose, and I promise you, you’ll be shitting out potpourri for a month straight.” She threatens, and I throw my head back and laugh heartily.

“Mmm, that sounds rather intriguing. You’re highly creative. I like that.” I reply, swirling the beer in the bottle.

“I’m thrilled I can please you. Now, seen as you have fulfilled your daily dose of annoying me, was there anything else you need? Because I have work in the morning and my boss is a real headcase.” She scorns me playfully, and I grin.

“Headcase, huh? I’ll remember that.”

“You do that.” She retorts with a yawn.

“Get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning. Good night, Shayla Hart.”

“Mmm, good night Tristan Cole Hoult.” She replies, her voice sleepy. We end the call, and I sigh, grinning at the phone. Annoying her has become my favourite pass time.

“YES!” I jump when I hear Josh shout from inside. “And that’s how we make a comeback baby,” He yelps jumping on my sofa dancing. “Cole, get in here. You have to see the last-minute goal they just scored. What a finish!” I roll my eyes, walk back inside, and tell Josh off for jumping on my white sofa.

Once I send Josh home, I have a shower and go to bed. I’ve had the hardest time sleeping lately. Come to think of it, the last couple of nights, I haven’t had a decent night's sleep. My mind just refuses to shut off; add sexual frustration to that mix, and you’ve got a very frustrated man on your hands. Before this whole marriage debacle, I would get laid at least four days out of the week. I stare up at my plain white ceiling and bite my lip thoughtfully. I can’t sleep with anyone else while I’m married to Shayla, and obviously, sex with her is out of the question. What the hell is a man to do? We don’t even know how long this game is going to last. I’ll die of blue balls, and jerking off only gives you so much. A man needs a woman's touch!

With an exasperated groan, I roll over onto my stomach, and hug my pillow, willing my brain to shut off, so I can get some sleep. I toss and turn for over an hour and finally gave up trying to force it. I was wide awake—and rocking an aching hard-on. I senselessly let my mind wander off to the night I spent with Shayla and got myself all worked up. Every time I close my eyes, I see her sprawled out on that bed, body glistening with a sheen of sweat, those gorgeous green eyes gazing up at me full of want.

Fuck it. I grip my throbbing cock and stroke the length slow and steady. I remember that remarkable feeling when I slid inside her hot and wet pussy. Fuck. My head went dizzy from the tight grip of her around me, and I still as I fed my cock deep inside her. The sound of her gasp as I pushed deeper still echoes in my mind—especially the way she moans—my god, her moans made it almost impossible to fight the urge not to pound into her till she was screaming my name. But I couldn’t bear the thought of it ending too soon and not being inside her. No, her pussy felt too good for that. I wanted to take my sweet time feeling her out, drawing it out as long as I could.

I thrust into her slow and deep, gathering her arms up and pinning them above her head. I kiss her ardently, swiping my tongue over hers as we move together. She mewls and rocks her hips up against mine, matching my rhythm—the bed squeaks as I thrust deeper, building up momentum. Shayla’s moans get louder as she nears her orgasm. I feel her walls fluttering, closing down on me—she’s ready to come. I press deeper into her, grinding harder, deeper and she arches up, panting as she goes over, my name on her lips, her body trembling as I fuck her through every ripple of her orgasm. I still for a couple of seconds, kissing and biting her neck while her body calms before I start thrusting again.

“You’re going to come with me this time baby,” I whisper into her ear, and she moans, raking her nails down my back. “I want you to come with me.” She nods and tugs me down, soldering our lips in a fiery kiss as we move together again. I feel that tension as it builds with every hard thrust. My balls tighten, and the moment I feel her clamping down around me again, I thrust deeper, and we climax together. “Ohhh! fuck, fuck yes, Shayla,” I moan, pressing my forehead to hers as I spill my load inside the condom. I collapse on top of her breathless, both damp with sweat, and truly spent. “You’re fucking incredible,” I whisper, making no move to get off of her—instead, we lay as we were, kissing ardently until we fell asleep.

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