Love Unforgettable: Love in San Soloman - Book Three

by Wells, Denise

  Oh. My. God.

  “Ohmigod, Cole,” I moan into his mouth. “I think . . . ohhh.” I grind down on him as he thrusts up, and I orgasm. A large, long, spectacular, breathtaking orgasm that has me undulating against him. My body wracked with waves of explosive pleasure flooding through me.

  “There you go. Oh yeah. So beautiful. So hot. Take it, baby,” he groans against my lips. My head falls back as he moves his mouth to my neck, sucking and biting, pulling on my hair. I’m arched against him, hips pressed together, my upper back hitting the top of his steering wheel. My body tense with excitement and then slowly melting back down to reality.

  “Jesus Christ, sweetness,” he says against my hair as he releases my hands.

  “Mmmm.” I stretch up and wind my arms around his neck and lay my upper body against his. My face in his neck. His hands running up and down my back, pulling me tight against him. “God, that was good,” I say. “I think I could stay right here forever.”

  Cole moves one of his hands from my back to my bare thigh, fingers crawling higher and higher until he’s at my panty line. I shiver with anticipation. He kisses my lips, then leans his forehead against mine, rubbing the tips of our noses together until I look at him.

  “You know I haven’t even touched you yet, sweetness.”

  “I won’t be able to take it.”

  “You can, and you will,” he says. He kisses me again. “I’m gonna drive you to your front door now. How do I get the gate open?”

  “4-8-3-7-enter.”

  We get to my house and sit there for another minute, his arms around my waist, my arms around his neck; just holding one another. I can tune everything else out when I’m with him. Partly because it doesn’t matter, and partly because I feel so safe that regardless of what might happen, he’ll take care of it. Take care of me.

  He opens his truck door, shifts me back to the middle of the seat, and slides out. He helps me re-situate my dress, then lifts me out of the truck, letting me slide back down his body to the ground. Much like he did that day he was shirtless in the field.

  “Do you want to come in?” I ask.

  “Yes. But I won’t. Not this time.” He kisses me on the lips, a quick kiss that is over way too quickly.

  I roll my eyes at him, but it doesn’t bother me as much. For one, I know for certain that he’s into me. For two, I also know for certain I’m going to see him again.

  Soon if I have anything to do with it.

  Chapter 30

  Cole

  Crayola doesn’t make a color that describes how blue my balls are right now. I am crazy about that girl, but damn if she doesn’t drive me a bit bonkers. Sexually and otherwise. I know for certain that she’s not ready for me, just like I know for certain that I’m falling for her, big time. I park my truck, head into the house and go straight for the shower.

  I turn the water as cold as I can stand it, anything to help cool down the heat coursing through my body. All I can think of is Lexie coming on my lap. Her head thrown back, neck exposed, lips parted, moans escaping, thighs tightening, fingers digging into my scalp. My God if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I grip my cock and start pulling on it. If she were in the shower with me I’d pin her against the wall with my hand between her legs—my fingers inside her, thumb on her clit, mouth on her tits, my other hand pulling that pink hair.

  I rub my cock faster, harder, fucking my own hand thinking of Lexie. Her smooth wet body sliding against mine, her moans echoing off the tile walls, burying myself inside her, listening to her as she orgasms, her muscles tightening around me as she cries out my name.

  “Oh fuck,” I groan, and then I’m coming. Spurting all over the shower walls. I lean my heated forehead against the cool tiles of the shower wall to catch my breath. It does me no good, I’m still hard. I grab the soap and start jerking myself again. This time crying out Lexie’s name with my release.

  I crawl into bed slightly sated from my two shower tugs. I grab my phone and send Lexie a quick text.

  Me: Thank you for tonight, sweetness. Look forward to seeing you again. Sweet dreams.

  Sweetness: I had a great time. Emphasis on great. I look forward to seeing you again too. Sleep well.

  I turn off the lights after reading her text but can’t get the damn smile off my face.

  * * *

  My phone ringing wakes me up after a near sleepless night filled with thoughts of Lexie. Most of them dirty. It’s my momma. Who I’m pretty sure has forgotten about the time difference since its five-thirty in the morning, my time and I don’t usually get up until six a.m.

  “Hi, Momma,” I answer, sounding groggy.

  “Cole, sweetheart, did I wake you?”

  “Yeah, but I was getting up soon anyway.”

  “What time is it there?”

  “It’s five-thirty.”

  “Oh my goodness, that’s right. I darn near forgot about the time difference,” she says.

  “No darn near about it, Momma. You did forget about the time difference.”

  “Well, you’re awake now anyhow. So, Babs tells me that’s she arranged a girl for you to marry and you’re on board with it. Were you going to tell your sweet momma anytime soon or just wait until the grandbabies came and hope I’d find out that way?”

  “Wait? What? Hold on.” I sit up in bed, turn on the light, and rub the sleep from my eyes. “Babs said what, exactly?”

  “That she and her friend Mavis have arranged a betrothal between you and Mavis’ granddaughter and that you agreed to it. You know how I hate when Babs has the upper hand on me.”

  “She’s your momma, doesn’t she usually have the upper hand?”

  “Well, do I have it with you?”

  “’Course you do.”

  “Well, shoot, I guess she does. But, you know I hate it every time.”

  “I bet you do,” I say.

  “Well now, go on, tell me about this girl you plan to marry. I hate to think of you givin’ up on love and marryin’ a pretty girl just ‘cause Babs thinks you should.”

  “That ain’t quite how it all went down, Momma. Her name’s Lexie, and she’s real pretty, for sure. A true spitfire. And smart. She’s a winemaker and she even owns the winery.”

  “What she does, doesn’t tell me about who she is.”

  “She’s got a real kind heart, too kind if you ask me. She rescues dogs, has seven right now that all have something wrong with them so no one else wanted ‘em, so she did. She loves her friends, loves her grandma. But she’s got this ex right now who’s a real pain in the ass and he won’t leave her alone.”

  “You sure that’s not why you’re drawn to her? Because she needs savin’? You’ve always been the one who wants to make things right. My soft-hearted boy.”

  “Momma, don’t call me soft-hearted, you know I hate that. Probably as much as you don’t like Babs getting the upper-hand.”

  “Well, my question still stands,” she says.

  “Yes, I’m sure. She’s my lightnin’ bolt.”

  “Oh. My. Oh, that just brings tears to my eyes. Well, I need to meet her. When can I meet her? Are you bringing her home?”

  “Momma, this is my home now,” I remind her softly.

  She sighs heavily. “Well, then we’ll just come out there. I’ve always wanted to see California anyway. How’s this weekend?”

  “Slow down, Momma. Okay? She and I are taking it day by day, I’m not rushing anything.”

  “Thought you said she was your lightnin’ bolt?”

  “I did. She is. That don’t mean things have to happen fast.”

  “Oh. Oh no, she doesn’t like you, does she?”

  “Good lord, Momma. Of course, she likes me.”

  If last night was any indication.

  “Okay, if you’re sure. It’s just some girls can’t appreciate a soft-hearted man. So—”

  She did not just say that.

  “Momma, I gotta go. Okay? I’ll call you in a couple days or some
thing and we’ll plan for you and Daddy to come out in a few months. How’s that sound? Okay? Love you. Tell Daddy hi for me. Bye now.”

  I disconnect before she has a chance to say anything else. I love my momma, I really do, but she can thin a man’s patience real quick like.

  Soft-hearted. Pffft.

  I get out of bed and start to prepare for my day. We’re tagging cattle today, and though Earl’s got most things handled with his crew as far as the day to day operations go, I like to be there to assist whenever I can. This is gonna be one of those days.

  My mind drifts back to last night and Lexie in the truck. If I’d brought her home with me, I could be fucking her right now. In my bed, in my shower, against my wall. Aw shit, and now I’m hard again. Even though I showered last night, I turn on the water to take another one. For no other reason than to rub one out while thinking of Lexie. Talking to my momma may have killed my morning wood but thinking about Lexie after we hung up brought it right back up again.

  Chapter 31

  Lexie

  I text a 9-1-1 to the girls asking if we can meet for breakfast. It’s nice having Remi out of work for purely selfish reasons, she’s available a lot more. And now that Chance is living with her, but still infirm, I think she looks for valid reasons to escape the house for just a little bit. We meet up at a coffee shop downtown that has the French press coffee that Remi loves and the triple berry scones that I love.

  I throw on skinny jeans with a cuff, a black cap sleeve t-shirt, my clean “going out” Converse sneakers, and my favorite Fedora. I arrive first, anxious to talk to them. I order for myself and find a quiet table in the corner. Remi shows up next, looking amazing as usual in black Capri leggings, black short sleeve V-neck shirt, and leopard print ballet flats. How she always looks so perfectly put together when her life is supposed to be in turmoil is beyond me.

  “Hi, beautiful,” she says as she sits down.

  “Me?” I say. “You look amazing, as usual.”

  “Lex, I’m wearing leggings. Leggings for God’s sake. How far the mighty have fallen.”

  “You wear them well, lady.”

  Kat arrives next, in a black and white maxi dress and a big floppy hat. She’s been losing hair due to the last round of treatments, so we’ve been doing a lot of wig and funky hat shopping of late with her.

  “Hey, hey, mamacitas. Shit, don’t you both look amazing. I hate you. You’re a bitch.” Kat says looking at me. “And you’re a bitch,” she says looking at Remi.

  “Kat, you look great, I love that dress,” I say.

  “Eh.” She flits her hand in the air dismissively. “Did you guys order?”

  “I did,” I say.

  “Me too,” Remi adds.

  “Then I’ll be right back.” Kat heads up to the counter to order. At the same time the barista brings out my order. I got an extra-large, extra strong cappuccino with my scone. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, due to lascivious thoughts of a certain man whose name rhymes with mole.

  I start talking when Kat returns. “I went out with Cole Mason last night and I think I really like him. Like a lot. And you know that I’m already worried about it being a rebound. And I don’t want to screw this up. We kissed, and I humped his leg and came when we were back in his truck and it was amazing. But he says I’m not ready for sex, but I don’t think that’s his call to make. Oh, and Trevor came over to my house before my date and I thought it was Cole and so I buzzed him in without looking, never doing that again by the way, and he apologized and said he still wants us to be together. And I said no. And this is after everything that already happened at the hospital. And I know that Cole really likes me, because he told me. But I also want to make sure I don’t like him just because he likes me, you know what I mean?”

  “Breathe,” Remi says. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I am a little worked up, I’ll admit it. I already had coffee at home. Four cups. And now I’m here with a double cap, and I’m running on little sleep which tends to temporarily hype me up as well.

  “Let’s take this one at a time,” Kat says. “First, you humped his leg and came in his truck? What is it lately with you getting off without getting laid?”

  “I don’t know,” I say, exasperated.

  “That’s twice in one week, you little slut,” Remi teases.

  “I know,” I say with a groan.

  “It’s not a big deal, happens to the best of us.” Kat pats me on the shoulder.

  “Hasn’t happened to me,” Remi says.

  “Doesn’t matter, little miss slutty slut will do it enough for both of us, Rem,” Kat says.

  “Rude!” I say.

  Kat blows me a kiss in return. She may not be able to wink at all, but she blows really good kisses. I take a big sip of my coffee and start in on my scone.

  “Okay, so next is whether Cole is a rebound,” Remi says.

  “Didn’t we already talk about this?” Kat asks.

  “Yes,” I say, swallowing. “But that was before, and now all this other stuff has happened and Trevor came by again last night and he wants us to be together and isn’t there somewhere in my brain that likes that and wants it to happen based solely on the fact that I wanted it in the past, which would then make Cole a total rebound?”

  “I’m not even sure I understand what you just said,” Kat says.

  “Okay, so because I really wanted Trevor before,” I explain. “Isn’t there some part of my brain that still wants that for that reason?”

  “No, not necessarily,” Remi says. “I mean, not to sound patronizing, but that’s why we have the ability to change our minds. So that we can alter our wants and desires when necessary.”

  The barista brings out both Remi and Kat’s orders—Remi, just a coffee and Kat a green tea—and they both take big sips.

  “So, you’re saying that if my brain has changed its mind, then it doesn’t matter what Trevor does, it won’t be a rebound because I no longer feel the same way about him?”

  “Exactly,” Remi confirms.

  “Makes sense to me,” Kat says. “So then, what about liking Cole just because he likes you? Which is such a chick thing to do by the way. Sometimes it sucks being a girl.”

  “You’re attracted to him, right?” Remi asks.

  “So much,” I say.

  “Are you comfortable around him?” Kat asks.

  “Oddly, yes.” I look down at my coffee, remembering all the things I’ve told him that should have made me feel anxious or self-conscious, or things that I ordinarily would have just kept to myself and never shared. But I’ve told them all to him without much hesitation at all. “You know, it’s weird but I can tell him anything. Like, zero filter, and it’s okay. And by that, I mean I’m okay with it and he’s great with it.”

  “Like what?”

  “Things I’m insecure about or embarrassed by especially where he’s concerned, everything that’s happened with Trevor, my parents dying, my brother . . .” I say.

  “Wow,” Kat says. “That’s a lot.”

  “Right?” I’m amazed by it myself.

  “Okay, okay, what about the future?” Remi asks.

  “What about it?”

  “Can you see him in your future?”

  “That’s too much, they haven’t even had sex yet,” Kat says. “How about this, can you see yourself waking up next to him?”

  “Most definitely,” I say.

  “Not just after having sex,” Remi says.

  “Still yes.”

  “What about when he has a cold?” Kat asks.

  “Of course,” I say.

  “Bad breath,” Remi adds.

  “Everyone has bad breath waking up,” I say. “He has to deal with mine.”

  “Having breakfast with him?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Do you like talking to him about things that aren’t your problems or issues? Like where you aren’t seeking counsel or advice?” Remi asks.

  “I do,” I say
. “He’s really easy to talk to about anything. We’ve talked already about movies, books, food, drinks, naming our kids—”

  “Whoa,” Kat says. “Naming your kids?”

  “Well yeah, it was a funny conversation. He had told me that I was the one for him, he said his family believes in love at first sight, they say it’s like being struck by lightning, so he called me his lightning bolt. And then he said that even though I’m not ready now, when I am ready he’ll be there waiting for me.”

  “Whoa again,” Kat says.

  “Yeah, what she said,” Remi agrees.

  “Whoa good or whoa bad?”

  “Whoa good,” Kat says.

  “Definitely,” Remi adds. “Does it freak you out, this whole conversation about naming the kids?”

  “No, not really.”

  “I don’t think you’re on the rebound, Lex,” Remi says.

  “I don’t either,” Kat confirms.

  “Okay, good. That makes me happy. And relieved. You guys are the best, you know that?” I ask.

  “We do,” Kat says.

  “Absolutely,” Remi confirms.

  “Doesn’t get any better than us,” Kat continues.

  “What she said,” Remi adds.

  “Okay, I got it,” I say, smiling.

  “Lex, we give what we get. And it takes someone who’s the best, to recognize that someone else is too. Got me?” Kat asks.

  “Picking up what you are puttin’ down,” I say.

  “Smelling what you’re cooking,” Remi says.

  “Catching what you’re throwing,” I add.

  “Reading what you’re writing,” Remi throws in.

  “Rocking what you’re rolling. Itching what you’re scratching. Cashing what you’re checking. Yeah, yeah. Okay, okay,” Kat says.

  My phone dings with a new text, voicemail, and email all at the same time. I grab it and briefly glance at the message.

  “Holy shit,” I say.

  “What?” both Kat and Remi ask. I hold up a finger in response, while I check my email and confirm the text.