5. Fox
FIVE
FOX
I pushed deep into Rosalie’s body, earning a sexy-as-hell moan from her. Her nails dug into my back as I moved in and out, eager to take my mind off the shit happening. Watching the kings crumble and break wasn’t exactly what I’d call a good time.
“Fuck, baby, you feel good,” I husked out as I pistoned slowly in and out of her trembling body.
“Mm, so do you,” she rasped. “Oh god.”
She was close to coming for me, so I picked up my pace. A moment later, my efforts paid off as her pussy clenched my dick, her release dampening us both. I loved that I could make her come like that. It turned me on even more.
I followed right behind her, filling her pussy with my release, my body shaking from the pleasure.
Coming down, I kissed her deeply. Gently. Relishing in all that was my girl.
I rolled off her and lay at her side. It didn’t take her long to snuggle against me, her head on my chest and her hand resting low on my abdomen. This would be perfect if it weren’t for all the murder and death happening around us.
“Ani and I finished working on a new song,” she said, dragging her nails lightly along my abdominal muscles.
“Yeah? I bet it’s incredible.”
“It really is. Maybe you can hear it once all of this stuff goes away.”
“I look forward to it.” I kissed her temple.
She went quiet before she cleared her throat and spoke. “Ani knows a guy. From Trackmaster Records. He wants to hear my stuff.”
Her words hung in the air momentarily as I tried to process them.
“What? I mean, when?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think I’m ready. Ani said we had some time to put something together for him. He will have him come to the fall showcase to see me perform. Maybe even to the spring one. I know it’s forever away, but I’m already nervous.”
I said nothing, the reality of it crashing into me.
Her dreams may come true. They may take her away from all this shit. It should have upset me, but it relieved me so much that I wanted to cry.
“What can I do to help?” I asked.
“You’re not mad?”
“Why would I ever be mad, baby?” I tilted her chin up and shifted away to look at her. “This is your dream. I want this for you.”
She’d been tense before, but her body relaxed. “You’re really OK with it?”
“Absolutely.” I kissed her gently. “I want you to have everything you’ve always wanted. Hell, I’ll come with you.”
“You’re going to play football.” She kissed me back. “And then be famous.”
“Fuck fame. I’ll go with you.”
“Mm, I’d love that, but I want you to have your dreams too.”
“My dream is you, Rosie.” I deepened the kiss, earning a soft moan from her, her hand moving to stroke my dick. “Are you going to tell the guys?”
“Later. Closer to the time,” she said, peppering kisses down my neck. My chest. My abdomen.
“Fuck,” I groaned as she licked along my hard shaft.
“I want everything to be perfect first,” she said, staring up at me from between my legs.
“Baby, you’re already perfect.”
Her mouth descended on my cock, swallowing me down as I tangled my fingers in her red curls. She knew how to capture me and never let me go.
I thrust upward into her warm mouth, my body buzzing from the immense pleasure she knew how to deliver to me.
With each stroke against her tongue, I fell in love all over again. When I came, it was her name I choked out.
She licked her lips, then moved back up my body and took her place at my side again.
“I don’t think you understand how very much in love with you I am,” I whispered, cinching her tightly against my body. “You are my entire world, Rosie.”
She cradled my face as we gazed into one another’s eyes.
“Promise? Forever?” she whispered back.
“And beyond,” I answered, my lips descending on hers.
And I meant that.
Forever and beyond. For always and ever. No matter the cost. Even if it meant just us against this dark, twisted world.
The scent of eggs, bacon, and waffles greeted me as I came downstairs the following morning. My stomach rumbled as I slid onto a stool at the kitchen island and watched Rosalie make breakfast. I smiled at her when she turned to face me, a plate in her hand laden with delicious food.
She slid it in front of me and kissed my lips.
“You’re too good to me,” I said, continuing to watch her fix her own plate.
She took a seat next to me and kissed me again.
“I got up early to make you something,” she said.
“You didn’t have to, babe.”
“I know what it’s like to sit in a hospital. I wanted you to go in with a full belly.” She squeezed my hand, and we ate in silence for several minutes before she pointed to a bag on the counter.
“I made some cookies. Take them with you, OK? I’m sure Cole will start eating his arm soon if he doesn’t have something besides hospital food.”
“He call you?” I asked, knowing he was eager to get the hell out of there. Hospitals were hard on everyone.
She nodded. “This morning. Also sent me a picture.” She opened her phone and showed me a picture of Cole’s dick on the screen.
I snorted and shook my head. He was in a bathroom stall. He really needed a damn filter.
“So make sure he gets the bag.”
“I will.” I scooped the last of my eggs into my mouth and looked at my watch. I needed to get out of there and back to the hospital. “Is Anson on his way?”
“Yeah—”
The doorbell rang, signaling his arrival. I got up and went to answer it to find him looking exhausted. Dark circles ringed his blue eyes, and his usually styled hair was messy.
“You look like hell,” I said.
“Late night,” he mumbled, stepping into the house. He closed the door behind him and rubbed his eyes.
“What were you doing?”
He shrugged. “Out with Ryder.”
“Bar?”
He nodded. “Bar. Food. Strip clubs. I think an ATM at some point. More food. Another club.”
“You’re hitting up strip clubs?” I frowned at the information.
“Trying to keep the local economy going,” he muttered. “I wasn’t there for the girls. Just looking for someone to help me out with something.”
“Your dick?” I raised my brows at him, making him snort.
“My dick is fine, man. No, I was simply trying to get some information on the whereabouts of people. Heard a few rumors I thought might lead me somewhere. Dead ends, though.”
I assumed he was still working on finding his mom and sister’s killer, so I didn’t push it. I knew what it felt like to try to deal with that sort of loss.
“Just…”
“Fox. Relax.” He clapped me on the shoulder. “Go see the guys. Let me know how shit is going. I worry.” His voice trailed off before he cleared his throat.
Of course, he worried. Dom was family. He was my family as well.
Something I needed to talk to Enzo about, but the timing was never right.
“You know,” Anson said slowly as if reading my mind. “You’re the rightful heir.”
I swallowed hard and gave him a forced smile.
“That life isn’t for me, man. I’m not interested.”
“Yet you’re here, working on the other side,” he said.
“The same could be said for you.”
He smiled at that. “I suppose it could. I’d say we all need to be a little more truthful.”
He had that right.
“I’ll tell Enzo. Eventually. It’s not the right time now. I just…” I didn’t get to finish my sentence because Rosalie came into the room.
“Ani,” she greeted him, offering her pretty smile.
“LeeLee,” he answered, his eyes lighting up.
I watched the exchange, knowing how much fucking more there was to it and not hating it. And because I didn’t hate it, I hated myself for not hating it. It would never happen between them, and it seemed unfair.
Well, barring nothing happened to me. If I went out in the blaze of glory, Anson and Rosalie knew what my dying wish was.
I cleared my throat, bringing the attention back to me. “I’m going to head out. Plans?”
“Uh, music,” Anson said. “Rosalie has two tests today she can’t miss.”
Rosalie sighed. “Always a damn test. I-I actually need to do a few things for the wedding, too. I need to pick up the sample invitations and talk to the bakery this morning.” She winced as the words came out of her mouth.
The light that had been in her eyes slowly faded as she realized who she was talking to.
I, the one who was desperate to be the groom, and Anson. The one who just wanted any part of her he could get.
“We-we don’t have to,” she stammered, her cheeks darkening. “Ani?—”
“We’ll do it all,” he said firmly. “Maybe I can talk you into a black invitation with gold lettering instead of boring white invitations.”
Her smile appeared again, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Yeah. Maybe,” she said.
I drew her into my arms. “I love you. Be good.”
“Don’t go. Let me grab the cookies.” She pulled away and left the room.
I sighed and looked at Anson.
“Shit sucks,” he muttered. “I’m not going to pretend it doesn’t.”
I nodded. “It helps if you don’t think about how bad it could get.”
He grunted and said nothing as Rosalie returned to the room with the bag of cookies and handed them to me.
“Tell Cole I made them just for him,” she said.
I smiled and kissed her. “I will.”
“I love you. Be safe, Foxy.”
I pulled away from her. “Always, Rosie.”
I cast a final look at her standing next to Anson and left, knowing damn well how good they looked together and not hating it as much as I should have.
Fuck me for that.