Chapter 6
ENZO
Ibounced off the wall and groaned as Cole tried to help me to bed later that night. E had fallen asleep on the couch, and Cole had drunk with me instead. He’d been quiet and not his usual pain-in-the-ass self.
He released me onto my bed, and I let out a huff of laughter as I bounced.
“You’re so wasted,” Cole muttered.
“So are you,” I slurred back at him.
“Not as bad as you.”
I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off, then fumbled with my pants. Cole watched as I managed to get them off, along with my boxers, so I was naked.
“I have had a really bad fucking five years,” I slurred. “Anson married my girl. That prick… I knew he would. I fucking knew it.”
“Go to sleep.” Cole moved to stand in front of me so he could push me back in bed, but I put my hands on his hips and stared up at him.
“You’re being weird,” I said, my tongue in the way of my lips.
“I’m tired. I’ve been busy,” he answered. “Plus, I’m always weird. You know that.”
“You look for Rosalie a lot,” I murmured, unbuttoning his pants. “Even if you find her, she’s still not yours.”
He tensed at my words, but fuck it. I pushed his pants off, his boxers following.
“Take off your shirt,” I husked out, drunk and high off my ass. I liked feeling the relief. It dulled the ache in my heart.
He did so wordlessly, and I ran my hands up his abs.
“Are you really going to wear that cat costume with all your stray cats?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“You’re so fucking weird,” I muttered. “You’re messed up in the head.”
“I know,” he whispered, his voice shaking as I stroked his cock gently. His dick was hard as steel in my hand. It wasn’t like we didn’t jerk each other off from time to time, so this wasn’t unusual for us.
“I owe you a lot, Cole,” I whispered. “Brother. I-I want to give it to you because I do love you, and I’m so fucking sorry for your pain.”
I sucked against the head of his cock. His body tensed, and his breathing quickened. Maybe this would repay him slightly.
“E-Enzo. You’re drunk,” he choked out. “You’ll hate yourself in the morning.”
“I fucking hate myself now,” I said, releasing his dick and staring up at him. “I hate me.”
“You’re a good man,” Cole said softly. “We’re just in a really bad spot. I-It’ll get better, right?”
“No.” I lay back on the bed, my dick hard. “But if you want to fuck, at least we can do that.”
He stared at me for a moment. My heart pounded hard, wondering if he was going to do anything. Hell, I wasn’t even sure what the fuck I was even doing.
Maybe I was the crazy one now.
But he finally moved and straddled me, our cocks resting against one another’s.
“My cock is right here,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “You’ve wanted us to try this for a long time. Here it is. I’ll give in and fuck you.”
“You’re too drunk,” Cole said gently. “And if we do this, I want to share it with someone we both love.”
I swallowed hard. “We don’t have that option anymore, brother.”
“Rosalie,” he whispered. “I…we… I can get her back for us.”
“She’s gone. Married. And she’s been taken.”
“What if I-I get her? Then what?”
“How would you get her?” I frowned at him.
“Hypothetically,” he muttered. “Then we can do it with her.”
“That’ll never happen. If you want to fuck, do it now.”
A muscle thrummed along his jaw.
“I want her with us.”
“She is fucking never coming back,” I snapped at him before shoving him off me. He landed on his back on the mattress with a grunt before I was on top of him, spreading his legs. “So we may as well just get used to fucking each other.”
I spit on my hand and rubbed my cock with it before pushing it against his tight asshole.
He tensed, his blue eyes widening.
I paused, my throat tight.
What the fuck was I doing?
I was so fucking wasted that I didn’t even know if this shit was real.
I pulled away before leaning in and pressing my lips against his. He didn’t kiss me back at first, then he did, parting his lips for me. I ground my cock against his, both of us breathing hard.
There was something about human touch I craved more than anything. It had been so long since I’d been held by someone I loved.
I missed that feeling.
A soft sob escaped me, and I pulled away from him before rolling onto my back.
“I’m sorry,” I choked out. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. My fucking head is a mess. I’m so drunk and high. Is this real, Cole?”
“Yeah, everything is real,” he murmured from beside me.
“I hate it. I fucking hate it, man. Kill me. Make the pain stop.”
“There is sunshine coming,” he murmured, tugging me close to him so my head was resting on his chest. I listened to the beat of his heart.
It wasn’t as slow as it usually was, but I knew he’d been turned on.
Hell, I was turned on, but we hadn’t been laid in years, and I really did love him.
If I were going to share this with someone, I wanted it to be him.
“Sunshine,” I whispered, my head spinning.
Fuck, I was wasted. I’d likely not remember shit about tonight. It’s why I wanted to do this with him so much. I’d not retain the memory and likely not feel so guilty about it tomorrow.
Cole reached down and wrapped his hand around my dick before stroking me the way I liked.
I groaned softly, knowing he was trying to make me feel better.
“You should have drunk more so you’d have let me fuck you,” I rasped as I thrust my hips forward with his strokes.
“You don’t want to fuck me,” he said, his voice soft. “You want to fuck Rosalie.”
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Tell me,” Cole murmured. “Tell me what you’d do to her if you had her right now.”
“I’d fuck her tight little pussy so hard,” I husked out. “Your cock sliding along mine as we buried ourselves into her. We’d fuck her hard and rough just like we used to.” My body trembled as my pleasure grew.
“What else?” Cole asked.
“We’d make her come for us. Make her scream like we used to. We’d put our babies in her belly. Marry her. Make her ours. Show her we’re fucking worth it. Fuck. Faster,” I moaned softly.
He jerked me faster, his breathing heavy.
I tugged him toward me so we were both on our sides, facing one another. I grabbed his dick and jerked him in the rhythm he was working me.
“Fuck,” he rasped. “Tell me more.”
“We’d fuck her ass. Her mouth. Her tits. Put her on her knees and fuck her in every hole we can push into,” I said.
He crushed his lips against mine, and I tangled my tongue with his, both of us jerking one another.
“Make her fucking forget about Anson,” I said between kisses.
Cole groaned. “Fuck, yes. I want that. I need that. Would you watch her fuck my ass again?”
“Might even help her.” I nipped his bottom lip. “If she wanted that.”
He groaned softly again at my words. My head spun as we continued to kiss and jerk each other off.
Fuck, I wasn’t sure I’d ever been this wasted before. I’d been damn close in my life, but this was something else. Whatever new strain E had created was fucking me up. I wasn’t this guy.
Or at least I wasn’t before I lost the love of my life.
I tugged Cole as close as I could get him and released his dick. He whimpered a protest, but I pushed his hand away from my cock and rubbed against him like a fucking cat in heat.
He groaned again as we stroked against one another.
“I’m so fucked up,” I choked out. “I smoked E’s new sugar.”
“Yeah?” Cole rasped, still thrusting against me.
“I just want to fuck. Anything. Everything. I’ll find Rosalie just so we can fuck her together again. Then we’ll keep her.”
“Fuck, man. You have no idea how much I want that.”
My head spun. E had outdone himself with this strain. I couldn’t even see straight. I wasn’t coming, but pleasure kept rushing through my body, and my mind was in overdrive with wanting to fuck.
I’d never been so fucking horny in all my damn life.
“How much did you smoke?” Cole asked against my lips.
“Whole stick,” I groaned, our cocks sliding against one another’s.
“You do know that shit is laced, right?”
“I know. I don’t fucking care. It feels good.”
“You know it clouds your memory, right? It binds to receptors in your brain—”
“Shut the fuck up, Cole. I don’t want a science lesson. I just want to come on your pretty face.” I gripped his asscheek hard, making him cry out. “Or in your ass.”
I wasn’t myself.
My head spun again, and the pleasure rushed through me.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, crushing my lips against his again, still thrusting wildly against one another. “I need her,” I choked out against his lips. “Fuck.”
“I-I have her brother,” Cole said breathlessly against my lips. “She’s safe. I have her.”
“Promise?”
“Yes.”
“You fucking her?”
“Trying to. I want to. She looks good. Fuck, she looks good. Her tits are even bigger now. And those blonde highlights in her hair… God, she turns me on. She learned how to fight, and I like it when she’s mad and lunges at me. I want her to beat my ass before she fucks it for me.”
I groaned at his words, liking this game we were playing. There was no way in hell he had her, but I liked the idea that she was safe. It made it easier to survive, I suppose, because I was living in hell, praying for her safety and worrying about where she was.
“I-I took her wedding ring off her. It’s in my room. It’s in my sock drawer.”
“Good boy. We’ll put our ring on her finger.”
“Fuck yes, we will.” He pushed me onto my back before getting between my legs.
I stared at him as he licked the head of my dick.
“Fucking suck it,” I groaned out. “Make me come. I won’t remember this shit tomorrow.”
He sucked the head of my cock into his mouth. I moaned softly at the action. My cock hadn’t been anywhere warm and wet for ages.
“Deeper,” I rasped, tangling my fingers in his soft blond hair as I tried to force him lower on my dick.
He pulled off me, though, and straddled me once more.
I stared up at him as he took both our cocks in his hands and stroked them together.
“Pretend it’s her pussy,” he whispered. “We’re fucking it together.”
I groaned at his words and thrust my hips up to fuck against his cock and hands.