Page 63 of The Accidental Wife

Cole

‘Come on…come on. Please, please let me win.’

Shayla and I both stood still, watching the ball go round and round and round before it drops. We lean over and stare at the number before we look at each other. “Yes!” I exclaim, holding my club up over my head. Shayla stares at the number for a long moment before she looks at me. I reach over and take hold of her chin and tilt her head up. “Pucker up, baby, because these lips are mine for the week,” I say, gazing into her green eyes, and she pulls her head back, moping.

“Cole, come on, you can’t be serious about this.” She says, crossing her arms over her chest. I laugh and nod rather animated.

“Oh, but I am. If the shoe were on the other foot and you won, you would have made me end the agreement, wouldn’t you?” I ask smugly, smirking at her. She rolls her eyes and exhales audibly.

“Fine, no tongue.”

I frown, “No. No, no, it’s too late for negotiations. We shook on it. If you had any qualms, you should have made them known at the time.” I retort, and she glares at me, snatches up her jacket, and storms off. I laugh, following her. “Hey! Where are you going? I want my prize for winning!” I chase after her, wrap my arm around her waist, and pull her against me. Shayla looks up at me, her eyes wide. I brush her hair out of her face and trail my finger along her jaw gently. “No point in sulking sweetheart, you held your own, but I won fair and square.”

Shayla rubs her forehead and sighs, “You’re going to take the piss with this now, aren’t you?” She questions, pouting adorably, and I smile.

“Maybe a little, but let’s not act like you don’t enjoy kissing me,” I tell her haughtily, and she looks at me blankly in return. I throw my arm around her shoulder, and we walk to the exit.

“Whatever. I’m hungry, and you’re buying me food.” She grumbles as we walk to the car together. I grin and drop a kiss on her temple before she pulls away from me.

“Of course, anything you want, my mini muffin.” I chuckle when she glares darkly at me in the middle of putting her seatbelt on.

“All right then, little sausage.” I pull out of the parking spot and frown at her.

“Little sausage?” I intone, and she nods, smiling toothily back at me.

“Yes, if you insist on calling me a mini muffin, I will call you little sausage.” She explains, grinning, looking rather chuffed with herself.

“What? No, my nickname is cute and loving, whereas yours indicates that I have a small dick. Wait, is that what you’re trying to imply? That I’m small?” I retort, glancing over at her as I drive, and she smirks while looking ahead.

“Yours implies that I’m short and fat, so…” She trails off with a nonchalant shrug.

I gawk at her, “No, it doesn’t! It implies that you’re short and cute.” I say, reaching over, I poke her side, and she jumps away.

“Well, mine implies that you’re a little sausage. Besides, I’m not short. I’m five foot six. You’re just too tall.” Shayla claims, slapping my hand away when I ruffle her hair.

I chuckle, amused, “I don’t remember you complaining at the time about my size. Actually, if I remember accurately, you were very much satisfied after the three orgasms my little sausage gave you.” Shayla turns her head to look out of the window, and I could tell she’s laughing because her shoulders are shaking. I bite my lip, fighting the urge to laugh myself. “Hey, I’m talking to you!”

“What?”

“You have ten seconds to take back your little sausage remark or so help me God, I will pull over and whip it out and prove to you in this car that my sausage is well and truly jumbo,” I threaten with a snigger, and Shayla laughs out loud.

“If you stop calling me your mini muffin, then I will stop calling you a little sausage.” She replies with a satisfied smirk.

“But I like calling you mini muffin!”

“And I like your sausage!” She yells and freezes, her eyes wide like saucers when she realises what she just said.

I slam my foot on the break, thankful it was a red light, and no one else was on the road behind us. I smirk, “What?” Shayla clamps her hand over her mouth and closes her eyes. “Did you just admit you like my sausage? I knew it!”

Shayla shakes her head quickly. “No! That’s not what I meant at all; it came out all wrong.” She groans, her cheeks bright pink. “I meant to say I like calling you little sausage.”

I laugh and shake my head, “Nope, no backtracking. I heard what I heard, and you said it full of zest too.”

Shayla grimaces and shakes her head, avoiding my gaze. “Oh my God, Cole, just drive before I throttle you.” I laugh and reach over, poking her relentlessly. She bites back her laugh and shoves me away, cheeks red like a tomato.

She’s fucking adorable!

“I think I’m going to throw myself off the bridge now. It was nice knowing you. Tell my family I love them.” She mutters, going to open the door, butI grab her wrist and pull her toward me. Cupping her jaw I press my lips to hers. She stills instantly when I brush my tongue along her bottom lip, silently coaxing her to part her lips for me, but just as she was about to a car horn from behind interrupts us, and we jump apart. I chuckle and rub my jaw when she sinks back in her seat, eyes looking at anything but me. I’ll finish that kiss the next chance I get.

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