Page 25 of My Last Fling

I cry out as my world explodes into waves of pleasure so intense, I almost shy away from it. The pleasure is nearly too much. Too intense. My inner walls clench, squeezing against Cole’s fingers as they continue to pump in and out of my body. My back arches and I can barely keep my eyes on his. His focus is entirely on me, his brown eyes locked on mine as I come on his tongue, and he drinks every drop of my release. By the time he eases his fingers out of me, I’m gasping for breath and my muscles ache like I just had an intense workout.

The look of pleased satisfaction on Cole’s face as he plants a kiss on my inner thigh borders on cockiness, but I don’t care. He has a right to feel cocky after what he just did. I’ve never come so hard in my life. I collapse onto my back, boneless as I lie on the kitchen counter, surrounded by the still-full boxes I’ve yet to unpack. I don’t even care about that right now. The boxes can wait. Everything can wait. Right now, I need to figure out how to go on living with the knowledge that my sex life has peaked. Because I know, without a doubt, that I’ll never have an orgasm like that again.

“Holy shit,” I breath, raising my head to look at Cole.

He’s standing between my legs wearing a smirk that would normally annoy me. But I can’t find anything but intense satisfaction in me right now. With gentle hands, he slides a finger under the fabric of my panties, sliding it over to cover me once more. The back of his finger brushes my clit as he does, and I shiver. That only turns his smirk into a full-blown grin.

“You ready to unpack another box?” he asks.

I can’t help but laugh.

Chapter 11

PresentDay

Cole

I end the call with Layna, a smile still on my face. She called me to save her from a shitty date. I’m not stupid enough to think I was her first choice. Piper would have been number one on the list, after all. But I know Luke took her out of town for a relaxing spa weekend to help with the wedding stress. Harlow would have been her second choice. But clearly, she wasn’t available. Which left me. Some men might be irritated that they weren’t at the top of the list, but I know Layna. It’s hard for her to ask for help. The fact that she called at all is a big deal.

We haven’t spoken since I left her house the other morning when she ended things between us. I know we both agreed there would be no hard feelings and there truly aren’t. I’m not angry with her for ending it, even if I don’t completely understand her reasoning. But I’ve been struggling with how to act around her now that we’re not sleeping together. Not that we’ve ever acted like anything but friends in front of others or in public.

But I can’t deny that I’ve been avoiding her. When Linc told me Harlow was meeting Piper and Layna for drinks at Peach Fuzz the other night, I’d changed my mind about going in to help with the dinner rush. Not that they’d needed me. I wouldn’t have abandoned them if they had. But I’d still let the fact that she’d be there dictate my actions and that’s just stupid. This is Layna. Regardless of whether we’re having sex or not, she’s still the same person she’s always been. I’ve never felt awkward or uncomfortable around her. Not since the night we met. Granted, we’d started having sex the night we met. It’s occurring to me that maybe I don’t know how to act around her now because we’ve never known one another in a non-sexual way.

I should just treat her the same way I treat Piper or Harlow. Except I’ve never felt the smallest hint of desire when it comes to the other two women. It’s always been different with Layna. Since the night we met, there’s been a spark of attraction. A spark that quickly became an inferno. How do I pretend that doesn’t exist anymore? I don’t know if I can. But none of that matters right now because she needs my help. She needs me to be her friend tonight, so that’s what I’m going to be.

I make the short drive to the restaurant and park near the front door. I’m not sure it’s a legal parking space, but I won’t be here long enough for a ticket. I hope. I run my hands through my hair and try to decide what I’m going to say when I see her. I know we settled on a work emergency as our cover story, but the truth is I don’t actually have a plan as I walk inside. I’m just going to wing it. That never goes badly, right?

I spot her as soon as I walk into the restaurant. The hostess smiles at me, but I point toward Layna’s table and shake my head.

“I’m meeting a friend,” I say. “She’s right over there.”

I walk past the hostess’ stand, eyes locked on the beautiful brunette with the leering man seated entirely too close to her in the booth. Why is he even seated on her side of the booth? Who does that on a first date? Her hair is falling in waves over her shoulders and she’s wearing a dark navy dress that shows more of her thigh than this guy has a right to see, in my opinion. But I remind myself that it’s not my place to think about what she’s wearing or who she’s wearing it for. It never has been. But especially not tonight. I need to focus on the task at hand.

“Layna!” I say, injecting a hint of worried relief into her name. “There you are!”

She looks up at me and I can see the immediate relief in her brown eyes. It’s that single look from her that tells me how uncomfortable she really is with the man seated next to her. I know I teased her about it, and she even laughed with me on the phone earlier, but it’s obvious she can’t wait to get away from him. Seeing that look in her eyes and knowing who put it there sends a swell of anger through me. Part of me wants to haul her out of that booth and tell this jackass to stay the hell away from her. But that’s not what she wants. It’s not why she called me here. So, I try to remember the plan.

“I’m so glad I was able to find you,” I say, walking toward the table with purpose.

I intentionally ignore her date who I can see is looking from Layna to me with a confused expression.

“Who are you?” he asks.

But I keep my gaze on Layna as if I didn’t hear him. “The Reynolds case is a complete disaster,” I say. “My computer crashed, and I lost all the work I was doing on that motion. I need your help, or it won’t be ready for court tomorrow.”

“Is everything okay?” the creep asks.

I glance at him. “Client/attorney privilege,” I say with all the haughtiness I can muster. “In other words, none of your business.”

I turn back to Layna. “I hate to ruin your Friday night, but the entire case hinges on this.”

“Oh, wow,” she says, finally getting on board. “I can’t believe you didn’t have a backup. That was rather careless of you.”

I bite back a retort. She’s messing with me. I can see the hint of amusement in her eyes. She’s lucky I’m not an asshole.

“You know what,” I say. “You might be right. Maybe I do have a backup. No need to take you away from your dinner.”

“No, no,” she says, scrambling from her seat. “I should go with you and make sure you didn’t screw it up.”