Love Unforgettable: Love in San Soloman - Book Three

by Wells, Denise

  “Oh God, it hurts and it feels so good.”

  He chuckles. “I can kiss it and make it better.” I grip the sheets with one hand, and his head with the other, pushing it down closer to where I want it to be. He adds his tongue with his fingers, spreading me wider, filling me further, scissoring his fingers, tearing me apart, his soothing tongue follows, making everything okay. I feel so full, so close to exploding. I barely have time to think about the third finger before his tongue lightly licks my clit. My hips buck and I grab his head with both hands to force him closer to me. He pushes his nose deeply into me and groans, “Fuck, sweetness, your pussy is delicious.” His mouth engulfs my clit, his tongue swirling. I arch back, my eyes close to half mast and my body goes loose.

  “Oh God. Oh shit. Oh, Cole. My God.”

  If I died now, with Cole going down on me, I would die so very fucking happy.

  My hips push hard into his face, my hands pulling his head against me.

  “So close.”

  Cole takes his arm and pins my hips down, his long fingers digging into my skin, holding me still, as he works his mouth over every single wet fold. I’m panting, breathless, my body overheated, trembling uncontrollably. My hips buck and I try to squirm, his tongue drives me insane, I want this torture to never end, and to stop right now.

  I can’t take anymore.

  He places his thumb at the entrance of my other hole, tickling it lightly. Tongue and fingers swirling and licking, pulling and pushing until I can hardly tell what is what. My body tenses, my head comes up, trying to see him at the same time as feel him. His fingers pushing against the walls of my vagina, his mouth sucking on my clit, his thumb circling my ass.

  I’m done for.

  Pure sensation takes over my body, heating everything from the inside out. I dig my nails into his scalp, my limbs tighten everywhere as my orgasm takes over. I scream his name and come so hard I’m convinced my thighs will squish his head and my vagina will snap his fingers in two. I am coming and coming. My body undulating. Sensitive to the touch and numb to everything at the same time.

  He gives me no reprieve to come down. Instead, pulling me to the center of the bed, blanketing my body with his. Skin on skin. His knee forces its way between my thighs and he works his hips between my legs, stretching them wide. I moan, ready for him. Cole smiles and then covers my mouth with his own. He moves his hands down to my hips and pulls me closer to him. I can feel his hard cock pushing against my belly and I’m hungry for him. Already. I move my head to the side, giving him access to my neck, he takes the hint, lowers his mouth and sucks. A moan ripples from my chest as I realize he is going to leave a mark, but as he moves to cup my breasts, I realize I don’t care. All I care about is him, his heat, and the relief his cock is going to bring. He moves his mouth to follow his hands,

  “God, I love your tits, so perfect, so full, so luscious,” he mumbles with a mouth full of flesh. He brings them together, biting both nipples at the same time, then moving his mouth back and forth between them, alternately biting and sucking hard. I gasp at the sensation, my mind spins, I feel alive from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. He grabs a condom and rolls it on.

  “I can’t wait, sweetness. I am not going to last. I am going to fuck you hard. You have to come quick,” he warns, then takes my hips and plunges into me in one deep stroke. I cry out. It stings and burns, I’m filled beyond capacity, stretching to the brink, ripping apart, and it feels so fucking good.

  I reach up and grab the underside of the head board, using it as leverage against his thrusts. His hard body pressing into me, relentless. Pushing, pumping, hard, with no mercy. He throws my legs over his shoulders and slides to his knees in one smooth maneuver, never once disconnecting, plunging harder and deeper. His hold on my hips so tight that I know I will have bruises tomorrow, but I don’t care. The only thing on my mind right now is getting fucked thoroughly by this delicious God who has graced my life and my bed and is holding nothing back.

  Once he is inside me there is no time for soft kisses or heavy breaths against my cheek. Now it’s all about animalistic fucking. I feel another orgasm building fast, my vagina squeezes his cock tight, in anticipation. My body flushes, everything I touch and everything I feel is heat and getting hotter. I grind into him. Cole groans and his thrusts become harder and faster, something I didn’t even think was possible at this point. His face straining with tension, the veins popping in his neck, his cock reaching places inside me that I didn’t even know I had.

  This goes beyond balls deep.

  And it is so good.

  I am panting and pulsating, my body is tense, my legs tighten around his hips as everything explodes. My nails dig into the headboard and I throw my head back in ecstasy. I come hard. Again. And again. And again. I am exhausted. He thrusts one last time, pulling me tightly to him with his head thrown back and the veins in his neck popping, gritting his teeth as he growls through his release and comes inside me.

  He collapses on me. My legs fall limply from his shoulders. I’m spent. Done. Finished. I don’t even care if he suffocates me with his weight. It was worth it. Cole rolls to the side, taking me with him, so I’m tucked by his arm, his other hand running up and down my back.

  “Jesus Christ, sweetness,” he says breathing heavily.

  All I can manage in response is, “Mmmhmm.”

  We lie there for a few minutes, catching our breath, cooling down. He leaves to take care of the condom and comes back with a warm wash cloth and proceeds to clean me. He tosses it back in the bathroom then crawls into bed behind me. Tucking me into him, he puts his arm around my waist and his mouth near my ear. As I’m closing my eyes, I hear him say, “This is only a break. We aren’t sleeping through the night.”

  * * *

  The next morning, I wake with my head on Cole’s chest and my arm over him, our legs intertwined. His left arm around me and cupping my ass. The room smells like sex. As it should, we did it three more times last night before finally falling asleep for good. And each time I came hard and at least twice. I’ve never come that much, not even during marathon sessions with my vibrator. I feel sore and satisfied, and I love it. I want to feel this way every day.

  I can’t describe how good I feel when I’m with him. And it’s not just the orgasms. It’s how he makes me a better version of myself. How he gives me courage and makes me feel like I can do anything. How he looks at me like I’ve hung the moon and the stars. Like I’m the most desirable, most beautiful woman in the world. And the only woman for him. I feel cherished and cared for, listened to and understood.

  I slip out from under his arm and off the bed, then into the bathroom where I brush my teeth, wash my face, and relieve my bladder. When I come back, I stand there and watch him for a moment. Marveling at how such a beautiful specimen can feel this way about me. I crawl back into bed with him, resuming our original position.

  “It’s cheating to sneak out and brush your teeth,” he mumbles.

  “I didn’t brush them last night before bed. I just feel better when I do,” I tell him. He chuckles and kisses the top of my head. “I love you,” he mumbles. And then I’m pretty sure he falls back asleep. At least his breathing evens and deepens again.

  What the fuck?

  He can’t say that and then go to sleep. That’s got to be like against the rules or something. I wait to see if he says anything more, but he’s definitely sleeping. I tickle his abs lightly, watching them contract at my touch, but he doesn’t wake. I run my fingertips over the head of his cock. It bobs upward with the touch. But he doesn’t wake. I whisper his name in his ear. Nothing.

  Shit.

  I slip back out of bed to get my phone. Then text Kat and Remi a 9-1-1 so I can figure out what to do.

  Chapter 50

  Cole

  I wake slowly and reach my hand across the bed only to find cold sheets next to me.

  “Sweetness?” I call groggily.

  Nothing.

 
I pull the covers back and sit up and rub the sleep from eyes. Looking around the room, I’m relieved to see that her things are still there. I grab the closest piece of clothing, my slacks, and pull them on without fastening the top and head out to the other room. She’s not there, or on the terrace or in the sunroom, but there is a note folded on the coffee table with my name on it.

  Cole –

  Went to grab coffee with Kat and Remi.

  Back soon.

  Love, Lex

  I ponder whether to go find them or wait for her here. If she’s freaked out about last night, I want to give her space. And the only reason I can think that she’d be off with her friends is if she’s freaked out.

  As far as I’m concerned, last night was fucking incredible. She and I are compatible in every way sexually. I’ve never slept so well, felt so content, as I did with Lexie in my arms. I can’t let her freak out now. Because I can’t let her leave me.

  I decide to order a coffee cart from room service and shower to wake up a bit more, before going to see if I can find her. It’s barely eight o’clock so I’m disappointed that she’s awake and out of the room. I was hoping to have her for breakfast, take care of my morning wood, and then shower together. Instead, I’m jumping in the shower alone and turning the water as cold as I can stand to get rid of all the Lexie in the shower thoughts I just had.

  I resist the urge to tug one out in the shower, and instead am in and out quickly. I brush my teeth, wrap a towel around my waist, and head out to the living room to see if my coffee has arrived. It has, but there are three women out on the terrace already drinking it. I watch them for a moment, all so different in appearance and personality, but so closely connected. That’s Lexie’s family. And if I want to be a part of it, I need to make sure they love me.

  I open the French doors and walk out on the terrace where the San Francisco sun is making a rare appearance.

  “Well, hello there, cowboy,” Kat says.

  “Ladies, good morning,” I say. Then step over to Lexie and lean over to kiss her lightly on the lips. “Sweetness, good morning.”

  She looks up at me and smiles. “Good morning,” she whispers.

  I straighten. “I’m just grabbing some coffee and I’ll be out of your hair.”

  “You can be in my hair anytime, big boy,” Remi jokes with a big wink. “Especially when you’re just in a towel.”

  “He looks good, doesn’t he?” Lexie sighs, looking at me with adoration in her eyes.

  That’s a good thing. I’ll take it.

  “You chose your beefcake well, Lexie-loon,” Kat says.

  “Does it matter that I’m right here?” I ask.

  “No,” the three chorus together. I open the door to head back into the suite and hear Kat say, “You know, he’s almost as good as the cover for next year’s SSFD calendar. Which, my man is. Again.” The other two immediately begin to protest. I shut the door behind and drown them out. I head into the bedroom and get dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. Leaving my feet bare and my hair uncombed. Then I order more coffee from room service, as well as some pastries for the girls, and settle in on the couch to read the papers. Whatever is local in print, and then Cattle Ranchers Daily and The Wall Street Journal on my iPad.

  Room service arrives in a timely manner and I have them take the pastries to the girls and leave the coffee with me. I’ve no doubt I’m a topic of conversation with them this morning, but I don’t hear any of what they are saying, outside of the occasional laughter. I don’t want to interrupt what they’ve got going, but I also want to talk to Lexie and find out where her head is at. I’m taking everything that’s happened thus far as a good sign.

  Kat and Remi finally leave close to ten o’clock. Blowing me kisses and making fake suggestive comments as they go. They make me laugh, for sure. Lexie shuts the door after them, then moves to stand in front of me. I set my coffee down, my iPad aside, and hold my arms out to her. Instead of sitting next to me, like I was anticipating, she straddles my lap and rocks her hips against me. Then palms my cheeks and leads my face to hers for a very sensual good morning kiss.

  I open my eyes after she pulls away. “That was a good way to start the day.”

  “Mmmm,” she responds, nuzzling into my neck.

  “You okay, sweetness?” I ask.

  “I am,” she says, sitting up straight. “Why?”

  “Do you want to talk about last night?”

  “What about it?”

  “We fucked, we made love, we cuddled, we had sex, we slept together. Any of the above.”

  “Hmm, no. Not about that.”

  “Not about that meaning you want to talk but about something else outside of sex? Or not about that meaning you don’t want to talk about last night at all?”

  “The first one.” She looks down at our laps.

  “Okay,” I say and then wait to see if she’ll say more.

  She doesn’t.

  I stay quiet and wait for her to look at me.

  Until I can’t. “Sweetness, a conversation only works if it’s two people having it.”

  “I know. I just . . . it’s embarrassing.”

  “You burped around my cock last night, is it more embarrassing than that?” I chuckle.

  “No,” she laughs. “You told me you loved me.”

  I did?

  “Then you didn’t say anything after that,” she says.

  I didn’t?

  “And I just wasn’t sure if I imagined it, or . . .”

  Fuck.

  “Uh . . . well . . . how do you feel about that?’ I cringe as I ask it.

  How lame can I get?

  “How do I feel about it?” she repeats.

  “Yeah, does it make you happy to hear that?”

  Apparently, I can get much lamer.

  “Well, sure, of course. But it seemed like you were asleep and so I wasn’t sure how serious you were.”

  That explains why I don’t remember.

  “Well . . .” I start trying to think of the right way to say this because I thought that was a dream.

  She looks at me curiously. “Do you even remember saying it?” I meet her eyes slowly.

  “OHMIGOD!” she says, climbing off my lap. “You don’t even remember saying it. What is wrong with me? I bet I did imagine it. Here I’ve been worrying all morning about how to handle this, and it’s not even true.”

  “What do you mean how to handle it?” I ask standing to follow her.

  “If I should say it back. If I should wait. If I should make you say it again.”

  My heart skips a beat. Just like a little girl.

  Say it back!

  I try to be nonchalant. “What do you mean if you should say it back? Do you want to say it back?” I take a few steps toward her, waiting to see if she’ll retreat.

  “Yes. No. I don’t know. Maybe. It’s so soon, but at the same time I feel like I’ve known you forever. Like I can see inside you, no pretense, no secrets. Just us.”

  “That’s true,” I say. I take a few more steps toward her.

  Except for this. I’m hiding this from you. Because you can’t handle my love. Not yet anyway.

  “See?” she cries.

  “No,” I say. “See what?”

  “It’s so confusing.”

  “Let’s do this,” I say. Finally reaching her, and rubbing my hands up and down her arms, in what I hope is a soothing motion. “You like me, right?”

  “Yes. Very much.”

  “Great. I’m happy with that. I like you very much too.”

  “But now we are going backward.” She wipes under her eyes with her fingers.

  Shit, is she crying?

  “How are we going backward, exactly?” I ask gently.

  “First, we were engaged, now we’re not. Then you said you loved me, now you just like me.”

  She is crying.

  Fuck.

  “Let’s sit down.” I lead her to the couch. “Actually, you sit down, I’ll be ri
ght back,” I say. I leave the room, and come back a moment later, my pocket filled with everything I need for this moment. I pull it out and into my palm, then sit down next to her and pull her onto my lap, sideways so I can see her face.

  She sniffles and wipes her nose on her sleeve. I grab the box of tissues and hand them to her.

  “This is so ridiculous. I don’t know why I’m crying. I never cry.”

  “You say that every time you cry,” I tease.

  “I know,” she sobs. “I blame you.”

  “I’ll take it.”

  She laugh/cries at me.

  I wait until she dries her nose and tears before talking again. “You know my family believes in finding their lightning bolt?”

  She nods.

  “It goes back generations. Every darn member of my family, fallin’ in love at first sight. Feeling that bolt of excitement spear through you when you meet the one.”

  She looks at me, eyes wide.

  “That happened to me, with you, right away. I’ve told you that. But, damn, sweetness, not two nights after we met, after I fell in love with you on sight, you told me you were in love with another man. That about gutted me.”

  She opens her mouth to say something, but I place my finger against her lips in an unspoken plea to stay quiet.

  “I know what you say about finding out he’s a liar and a cheat and how that changes everything for you. I think that’s great, and I believe you believe that when you say it. But I also think that means you need some time. And you don’t need to be pressured into something new. Especially not by me.” I brush her hair from her cheek and tuck it behind her ear. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. You’re it for me.

  “You may say you feel the same, but I don’t buy it, sweetness. Not yet. But I also don’t want you fretting over not saying it and losing me. So, here’s what we are going to do.” I open my palm holding the item from my pocket.

  Babs’ wedding band from Pappy.

  An antique rose gold, cigar band style ring, with ruby, emerald, and diamond insets shaped as multi-petaled flowers.