Chapter 6 Enzo #2
A soft sob escaped him, and his big body shook as he tried not to cry. I had to get him out of here. He’d drunk a fuck ton in not a lot of time, and I was already fucked from drinking most of the day.
I gestured to Christian, who rushed over to us and helped me get Cole to his feet. He clutched the bottle of booze as we led him out. Luckily, he only looked drunk, not like a sobbing mess as we loaded him into the back of the Escalade.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” I said to him the moment we were seated.
“You wanted me to.” He drank more. “I hate you. Fuck, Enzo, I hate your ass.”
I swallowed hard at his words.
“I hate me too,” I whispered.
He was wasted. The booze was kicking in. Cole used to be a fun drunk. Now, when he drank, he cried a lot.
Tonight would be no different.
He slid closer to me.
“Don’t tell E what I did,” he choked out as he cried softly. “Please.”
“I won’t.” I sighed and held him as he nuzzled against me.
“I just can’t let her go. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad tonight. I wanted to prove to you that I can’t be without her. I want her. Please. Fuck, man.”
“I know,” I murmured as his warm breath blew against my neck. “I know you do, but she’s gone, Cole. She’s not coming back. For your own sanity, you have to let her go.”
“Like you?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I replied softly. “Like me.”
“I’ll still have you?”
“Yes.”
He cried softly before his lips brushed against my jaw. I stiffened as his hand moved to my crotch, where he rubbed me over my pants.
“Cole, what are you doing?” I asked tightly. Christian pulled into the parking garage of our high-rise a few minutes later. He’d glanced into the rearview mirror and saw Cole on me. He was a smart man.
The moment we’d parked, he got out, locking the doors behind him, and left us. The place was secure, so I had no worries we’d be a target, and I didn’t expect him to go far anyway. He knew when people needed privacy.
I appreciated that about him.
“Please,” Cole rasped. “I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it.”
“Hey. It’s OK. I’m sorry too,” I said gently, resting my hand over his on my crotch to stop him from making my dick hard.
“You never apologize,” he murmured.
I said nothing as he kissed my neck. I let my eyes fall closed. Cole and I were close, and yeah, we’d kissed many years ago, back when we were losing our family or in the heat of the moment with Rosalie. But we’d not been this close. Not really.
“I don’t hate you,” he whispered. “You’re my best friend. You and E. I love you so fucking much.” He kissed my neck more before sucking on it softly.
“I know,” I said gently. “I love you too. Let’s go inside, OK?”
“OK,” he murmured, pulling away from me.
We got out, and I helped him to walk to the elevator. As I suspected, Christian was nearby. He came over quickly and helped me get Cole, who was completely shit faced, into the elevator and up to our penthouse. I wasn’t doing so hot myself, but at least I wasn’t as bad as Cole.
Once inside, I bid Christian good night, letting him know I’d get Cole to bed. He nodded and left us.
The place was dark except for a few built-in nightlights. E was likely already in bed, and Laz definitely was.
I got Cole to his room and helped him to sit on the edge of his bed. I went to my knees and took his shoes off before unbuttoning his pants. He tangled his fingers in my hair.
“I think you’d suck cock better than her,” Cole said softly.
“Yeah?” I pulled his pants down to see that he was hard.
“Please?” he whispered, his voice trembling.
“Cole, I’m not going to suck your dick,” I said gently.
“Then lie naked with me,” he pleaded, his voice low. “I don’t want to be alone.”
“OK.” I owed him that much. I got up, went to his door, and clicked the lock so Laz wouldn’t wander in, before returning to him, losing my clothes along the way.
I stopped in front of Cole and helped him take his shirt off, but paused as he rested his hands on my hips and stared up at me.
I didn’t say a word to him as he leaned in and brushed his lips against my dick, placing a gentle kiss on the head.
“Do you think about her when you jerk off alone?” Cole asked.
“No,” I whispered.
“Never?” He sounded so broken at my words.
The truth was, I forced myself not to think about her. It never got easier, though. She always had a way of creeping in.
But I didn’t deserve her. I knew I didn’t. Not even in my fucking dreams.
“I try not to,” I replied.
He shifted and went onto his back. I made my way around the other side and lay beside him. He rolled over to face me a moment later.
“Can you please ask Church to renegotiate the terms?” he whispered, his voice shaking. “Even if it’s only so I can just talk to her. That’s all I want. To hear her say my name again. Fuck, Enzo. Please.”
I breathed out, knowing it was a terrible idea because Cole wouldn’t quit, but I knew he was so drunk he likely wouldn’t remember any of this tomorrow.
“I’ll talk to him,” I murmured, knowing damn well I wouldn’t. With any luck, Cole’s history of drinking too much and not remembering would hold true.
“Fuck. Thank you, man,” he said, scooting closer to me. His lips were at my ear. “Enzo?”
“Yeah?”
“I miss you.”
“I’m right here.”
“You’re not, though. You’ve changed,” he said, his voice soft.
“I know,” my voice shook.
“Can we… together?”
“We’re not going to fuck,” I said gently, rolling over to face him. “I love you, man, but no. It would screw up our friendship.”
He chuckled softly at that. “I wasn’t asking to fuck. I wanted to jerk off with you, but just so you know, I’d be the bottom if you wanted.”
I let out a little laugh at his words. “I know you would.”
He reached out and stroked my dick slowly, and it came to life in his hand.
“Please?” he asked, his voice shaking slightly.
“OK,” I answered thickly. It wasn’t like we’d never gotten off together or touched one another. We used to do it quite often when we were with Rosalie.
I closed my eyes as he stroked me for a moment before I reached out and grasped his very hard, very large cock.
He groaned softly while I pumped him at the pace he was pumping me.
“Let me,” he murmured, pushing closer to me and taking both our dicks in his hand and working them together.
I let out a trembling breath as our dicks touched and he worked us over. I couldn’t stop myself from jutting my hips forward for him.
My orgasm built until I couldn’t stop myself.
“Fuck,” I rasped as I came.
He groaned, coming with me, our cocks making a mess between us.
He stopped jerking us as I rested my forehead against his.
His soft sobs sounded out.
“It’s going to be OK,” I soothed, kissing his forehead, hating that he hurt so much. I knew he loved Rosalie. It had nearly killed him to leave her for E and me. Had he said no, I’d have let him go too, because I knew how much he loved her.
How much he craved a family with her.
Now he worked his ass off in school and was so far ahead of people.
He’d received countless recommendations from doctors, all saying how incredible he was.
Cole had seamlessly moved quickly through the Mayfair programs. It didn’t surprise me, though.
He’d rivaled Rosalie for intelligence in high school.
The pair were first and second in our class rankings, Rosalie taking first.
“Cole, come on. Let’s get cleaned up, OK? I’ll get us something.”
“Y-Yeah. OK.”
I pulled away from him and went to his attached bathroom and cleaned my dick off before returning to him with a warm washcloth. I quickly cleaned him before tossing it into his hamper and getting back into bed beside him. He’d managed to half-ass change the sheets but had missed a bottom corner.
“Come here, brother,” I murmured, opening my arms for him.
He came easily and let me hold him.
He was a crazy, giant asshole, but I loved the hell out of him.
“Can we go to Foxy’s grave soon?” he asked.
“Yeah, man. We can go.”
“Can we talk to him while we’re there?”
“Yes,” I answered thickly. “We’ll talk to him.”
“Do you think he forgives us?”
I kissed his forehead fiercely. “I pray he does.”
“Me too,” Cole whispered, his words slurred and garbled. “I miss him. He’d be able to fix everything if he were here.”
I held Cole tighter, knowing he was right.
Fox always knew how to fix things, especially things that concerned Rosalie.
I couldn’t count the number of times since he’d died that I told myself what a piece of shit fuck up I was at not having listened to him.
For not backing down and letting him be the one to marry her.
I’d fucked it all up, and this was my personal hell.
Unfortunately, I’d brought E and Cole along for the ride.
It only made me hate myself more.
But it was no less than what I deserved.