26. Enzo
TWENTY-SIX
ENZO
I sat in the office near the fire and gave myself a dose of sugar through a vein before picking up my glass of scotch and staring into the flames.
The last few days had been a nightmare. The house felt cold and empty.
Rosalie’s laughter wasn’t here to make me smile or feel any sort of emotion other than sadness.
Cole was barely eating. E had returned to the basement to work more.
After his meltdown at Vander Veer’s, I was glad to see him trying to get back to his normal.
I hated it when he was feeling down, and these days, it was every fucking day.
I didn’t know how to help him. Asking him only yielded a sigh, a shrug, and him telling me he was working through shit. But I had seen him on his phone earlier in the day, looking at therapists in the area after a rotten night of listening to him scream.
The therapist was a good sign.
I was sure we had Rosalie to thank for that. At least he was looking, so that was a new development.
I was on the same page as he was as far as shit went with Vander Veer. I’d give him Club Thorn before I made E take a hit like that. Or Cole.
I could always get a new club, but I couldn’t replace my best friends.
Of course, the way shit was looking, I might be losing Fox. We’d said some unkind things to each other before he’d left. I knew it was killing Cole. Seeing how Fox had just picked up and left and took Rosalie with him made all the fear I’d had bubble even closer to the top.
I drank down two more glasses of scotch before I opted to simply drink right from the bottle.
Within the hour, I was so wasted that I didn’t know if I was coming or going.
I heard my office door open and soft footsteps sound out.
“Cole, we need more scotch,” I slurred from my seat, not bothering to move. I didn’t even open my eyes. I was in a mood. I missed Rosalie and Fox. I didn’t know how to fix shit either.
It was killing me inside.
Soft hands landed on my thighs. Blearily, I stared through the slits of my eyelids and saw Rosalie on her knees in front of me.
“Sunshine?” I mumbled. “You’re home?”
“Hey,” she answered in that sweet voice of hers.
“Fuck, I’m wasted,” I continued, struggling to sit forward to see her.
We hadn’t spoken in over a week. In fact, I was on the verge of admitting I’d lost her.
It had definitely been plaguing me. I couldn’t count the number of times I’d picked up the phone to call her but forced myself to give her and Fox space in the hopes it would bring them home.
“You need to sleep,” she said. “Come on. I’ll help you to bed.”
“Fuck sleep. I need you.” I gave her a tug and pulled her onto my lap before I nuzzled into her neck. I inhaled deeply, breathing in her sweet scent. “Mm, Sunshine.” I kissed the delicate flesh of her throat before I went to her collarbone.
“You hate me, don’t you?” I kissed her more, praying she wouldn’t hand me my ring and walk away.
“I don’t hate you,” she said softly. “I just don’t understand you sometimes. You hurt me, but I don’t think it’s your intention.”
“Never,” I said. “It’s never my intention. You are the love of my life, Rosalie Bishop… De Luca. I want to marry you and put my heir inside you.” I cinched her closer to me and pressed against her belly. “Right here. My baby will grow healthy and strong. He’ll be a better man than I am.”
She said nothing as I kissed along her shoulder and kept my hand on her stomach.
“Cole wants a baby first, but I’m selfish. I want to be the first.” I worked my fingers beneath her soft dress and found her warm pussy.
“Enzo—”
“Please?” I choked out. “Don’t tell me no. I’ve missed you so damn much.”
She hesitated for a moment before letting her legs fall open for me. I let out a sigh of relief and found my way beneath her panties. Slowly, I slid my finger along her warm slit until she was nice and damp for me. Then I fingered her pussy so gently I didn’t even recognize myself.
“Tell me you love when I touch you,” I husked out into her ear.
“I love when you touch me,” she answered back, her voice soft and trembling. I loved when she reacted that way, but this time was different. There was no passion in her voice. Even in my drunken state, I could hear the pain and indifference in her words.
I pulled my hand away from her and let them fall to my sides, her still on my lap.
“I’m losing you,” I said simply, the words making me want to vomit. “You and Fox are leaving, aren’t you?”
“Enzo—”
I reached out and wrapped my hand around her delicate neck, then squeezed while cinching her tightly against me with my other arm.
“No one fucking leaves me,” I snarled into her ear, my voice shaking. “Neither of you are going to leave us. I told you this already.”
“I’m not.” Her elbow landed firmly against my guts, causing my hold on her to loosen. She took advantage of it and turned on my lap so she was straddling me.
I winced as she squeezed my face tightly and gave me a shake.
“You don’t get to decide that either, Lorenzo.
In all matters of what the fuck I do, I decide.
If I want to leave you, I’ll leave you. If I want to stay and fuck you for three days straight while you’re tied to my bedpost, I will.
And if I want to bring someone else into our family and make you watch while I fuck him, I’m going to.
You do not get to decide anything I do. I dictate my happiness, not you.
Got it?” She crushed her lips against mine, rendering me speechless.
I didn’t fight her on it. In my drunken state, I was almost game to see if she’d actually bring someone home and force me to watch her fuck him.
The thought confused me because her words really turned me on, but I blamed it on my drunken state instead of my insanity.
There was no fight or resistance in me as she undid my belt and pants before sinking deep onto my cock and riding me. I let her pin my arms to my sides, mesmerized as she fucked me slowly, her sweet pussy hugging my dick.
“Now you tell me that you love when I touch you,” she said, leaning against me, her lips brushing against my ear.
“I love it when you touch me,” I choked out.
“Tell me you love when I fuck you,” she continued, grinding hard on my cock.
I let out a groan, my words slurred and filled with so much pleasure that I thought I’d explode. She swiveled her hips once more, making me cry out before she tangled her fingers in my hair and rode me a little harder.
“I love when you fuck me.”
I was going to come so hard I’d probably break through her birth control and plant my kid deep inside her body. Cole would hate me, but fuck, it felt good for her to take control.
She bounced on my dick and twisted her fingers into my hair in a painful grip before pulling my head back.
“If you love when I fuck you, start listening,” she said, completely stopping her movements on my aching dick. “Because you keep it up, and you won’t get to fuck me anymore.”
She released my hair and stood, leaving me sputtering at her distance. She backed away, and I wasted no time stumbling out of my chair, before falling to my knees and crawling after her like I was some pathetic animal.
I caught her around the ankle and wrapped my hand around it. Staring up at her from the floor, I did the only thing I could think to do.
“Whatever you want,” I said thickly. “Anything.”
I fumbled in my pants as I searched for my phone, my hand still around her ankle. I pulled the phone out and pressed Anson’s name.
“If you want him, take him.” I held the phone out to her. “I just don’t want to lose you or Fox. Anything you want, Sunshine. You win.”
She stared down at me for a moment as I waited for her verdict. Cole would fucking murder me for giving in. I didn’t want Anson to be a part of us any more than I wanted her to leave, but I was hopelessly in love with Rosalie Bishop. If she wanted him, I’d learn to deal with it, even if I hated it.
I’d give my wife anything she wanted, and Rosalie Bishop was meant to be mine.
She kneeled in front of me and reached for my phone. My heart banged hard at what was about to happen.
Gently, she took my phone and tossed it onto the couch before cradling my face.
“I am with you. With my horsemen. It’s all or nothing with you.
You don’t get to make these decisions either,” she said softly, her green eyes searching mine.
“If everyone wants it, then I’ll decide.
Not everyone does, and I’m not even sure if I want it.
It’s complicated, Enzo, and not something that can be decided like this.
Right now, I want what I already have, and that’s you. ”
I exhaled, letting her words inflate my heart again.
I wrapped my fingers around her throat once more and dragged her to me, my lips slamming against hers.
There was no fight from her, only her submission.
I took her to the floor, and even in my drunken stupor, I was able to get my shit together to get our clothes off and bury my face between her legs.
She let out a gasp and moan, which only spurred me on.
Gripping her thighs tightly, I ate her pussy until she was crying out my name and soaking me with her release.
I wanted her to know she didn’t need anyone else but us.
That I could love her and make her feel good.
That he never stood a fucking chance. That she was mine and I was hers.
I kissed and nipped my way back up her body.
When I got to her luscious breasts, I sucked against a nipple, making her arch her body against mine.
I kissed my way across her soft mounds, marking her with every brush of my lips.
I knew I was leaving behind little purple bruises, but I didn’t give a shit.
Moving up, I pushed deep into her body, groaning as she took all of me with a tiny whimper. Her nails dug deep into my back as I thrust hard and deep into her pussy, making each move slow and deliberate until she was clawing hard against me, her hips thrusting up to meet mine.
“Marry me, Sunshine. Tomorrow. We just go to the courthouse and do it. Fuck a ceremony. Be my wife. I’m so ready for you. Let’s start our family.” I pumped in and out of her slowly, each thrust punctuated with my desperate words.
“Cole,” she gasped.
“It’s Enzo,” I said, laughing softly, my head spinning from how fucking high and drunk I was. I gave it a shake, wanting to remember every damn thing I was doing, but knowing that might not be a possibility.
“Cole,” she gasped again, this time with a moan. “Me and him. First.”
I growled, knowing that was how it was going to be. I loved Cole, so I was willing to relent, but fuck, I wanted to make all this official.
Her belly swollen with my heir. My name attached to hers forever.
Her pussy tightened around my cock, her release warming me as she came. I couldn’t help myself. I fucked hard and fast, chasing her orgasm with my own.
My low groan ruffled her curls as I buried my face in her neck and sucked hard against her throat before biting.
She tensed and cried out beneath me before I released her, feeling completely sated.
I rolled off her and stared at the spinning ceiling above me, my chest heaving.
She shifted and curled against me, her body molding against mine.
“Marry me tomorrow,” I said softly, desperate to cling to the memories we’d just made.
She ran her hand gently down my abs, tracing the muscles as she went.
“Sunshine.” I stopped her hand and gave it a squeeze. “Marry me tomorrow.”
“I want a wedding,” she said softly. “Like we planned. I want a dress and my family. I want your family. I want the dancing and celebrating. I don’t want to marry because you’re afraid you’re going to lose me. I want to do it because we’re happy and ready.”
I closed my eyes and breathed out. She was right. I didn’t want her to be, but damnit, she was.
“OK,” I whispered. “Just like we planned.”
“Mm.” She placed a kiss on my chest. “I love you.”
I smiled at her words, my head still spinning. “I love you, too, Rosalie.”
And that was it.
I passed out.
Happily.