The three of us spent the day cuddling and watching cartoons. We could have spent the day exploring Albany, but I just wanted my two favorite guys all to myself, and they agreed. We gave CJ a bath and put him to bed in the hotel's travel crib. He fought sleep harder than usual. It took twice the amount of songs, and he would only fall asleep in my arms.
I lowered him into the crib, and he stirred when I peeled his fingers off of the handfuls of my t-shirt he'd fallen asleep gripping. Cole stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders as I watched him sleep.
"Hey." He bent down and kissed my ear. "You'll have plenty of time to miss us when we leave." He bent lower and kissed my neck. "I want to show you how much I missed you." Cole used his massive hands to spin me in his arms, so I was facing him before hoisting me onto his waist again. He kicked open the door to the adjoining room.
“Did you rent this room, too?” I squealed when he tossed me onto the bed.
"Well, my nanny quit, so I have all this extra cash lying around." He grinned and crawled on top of me.
"What if CJ wakes up?" I glanced at the still-open door as Cole was simultaneously licking and biting my neck while pulling my t-shirt over my head. He went into the adjoining room where the baby was sleeping and returned, holding the baby monitor. He placed it on the dresser and stood at the foot of the bed.
"You are so beautiful, Lisa. I fucking miss you so much." He pulled my pajama pants off and knelt between my legs to do the thing that only he'd done to me. The thing that made me his. His movements were slow and measured as he tasted and tantalized me. I gasped and moaned his name, and he made me climax again and again. His fingers roamed every fold and entrance. His lips and tongue caressed every inch of quivering flesh as if he was trying to memorialize every movement and every shudder. I came apart, again and again, calling his name and telling him how much I loved him and how much I needed him.
"Lisa," he panted. My body felt limp, and I was covered with glistening sweat, but I somehow managed to lift my head to look at him. "Can I have your mouth, like the first time?"
The way he asked, shot straight to my heart. The question felt sad and desperate. The fact that he even asked at all spoke volumes. He knew about my ex demanding oral sex from me. Cole was nothing like him, and I relished the pleasure I gave him when I did it. Still, he'd never requested, never pressured me. Our lovemaking was usually focused on my satisfaction and what I wanted. Cole enjoyed making me shatter and reassembling the pieces. Night after night, I felt like a goddess in his arms. It was another reason why I loved him so much; why he was so special to me. Cole was putting on a brave face and trying to be strong and supportive, but he was hurting just as much as I was, maybe more.
“Of course.” I held my arms out and wiggled my fingers. He clasped my hands and pulled me up to a sitting position. “Do you want a lap dance first?” I dropped my chin and looked up at him through my lashes.
“If it’s not too much trouble.” He smiled.
“You know the rules. No touching.”
“No touching.” He clutched the sides of my face and pressed his mouth to mine in a deep soulful kiss that sent warm waves of electricity rolling through my body. “No touching after that.” He smiled.
I stood and guided him to the armchair in the corner of the room.
“Give me your phone.”
We clutchedeach other in a sweaty tangle of arms and legs, our chests heaving. I couldn't speak for Cole, but I was dying of thirst. We’d spent the rest of the night having all of the sex. I lost count of the orgasms Cole wrung out of my exhausted body, but it still didn't feel like it was enough. We didn't know when the next time we would see each other would be. We continued to reach for each other long after the exhaustion crept in. It was like eating the third slice of a pie when you're already full because you're afraid of regretting it later when you're home alone craving pie.
“You don’t have your machine, do you?”
"No," I laughed, and the chuckle shook my entire body making the muscles between my legs throb in pain. I was going to have trouble walking tomorrow, but I was strangely looking forward to the sensation. I wanted to remember this night. Cole would be long gone tomorrow, but at least I would know it had been real, and I didn't imagine it. "When you called, I just grabbed my key and ran out of my room."
"Are you taking care of yourself, babe?" He turned to me and smoothed the strands of sweaty hair off my forehead.
“Yes. Are you?”
"I would say yes. My mom might have a different opinion, but we're doing okay." He gave me a small smile and kissed my forehead. My eyelids were growing heavy, and I blinked, trying to stay awake and keep weariness from stealing what might be my last moments with Cole until God knew when.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so tired.”
“Go to sleep, love.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“But, I’m gonna snore.” I yawned.
"I love your snoring." He kissed my nose, and I slapped his chest.
“Are you going to be here when I wake up?” I tilted my chin up to face him.
“Probably not.” He heaved a deep sigh. “We have to get on the road pretty early.”
My chest clenched involuntarily, and tears stung my eyes and fell. Cole kissed them. They kept falling, and he kept kissing them until I couldn't fight sleep any longer. I drifted off, clutching his body the same way CJ was clutching my t-shirt. I hoped that the more I entangled myself with him, the harder it would be for him to leave me, but it didn't work.
When I woke up in the morning, Cole and CJ were gone. I reached for my phone on the nightstand. I had two hours before I had to be at rehearsal. There was also an alert for a message. Cole had sent me a video of CJ kissing me goodbye as I slept in this bed before turning the camera on himself, letting me know he loved me, and he'd text me when he got back to the city. And of course, I was snoring. I played the video about ten times before stepping into the shower and crying until I couldn't cry anymore.
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