83. Cole
EIGHTY-THREE
COLE
I was exhausted off my ass. E was so tired that he was slurring his words.
But we were done. Mission fucking complete.
We zoomed home as fast as we could. I was eager to see my Rosebud.
When I’d called Enzo for an update, he’d sounded sad, but said she was home and he was going upstairs to join her and Fox in a bubble bath.
Lucky fucks.
That was hours ago now. Based on what I knew of my brothers, they’d probably each fucked her twice by now and she was sleeping soundly between them.
“Do you think everything is OK?” E asked as we pulled into the garage.
“No, but it will be. We just have to not fuck it up. The engagement party is fast approaching. Once that shit is sorted, then it’s wedding time. And you know what that means?” I turned the car off and looked at him.
He rubbed his eyes tiredly. “I don’t know. That Enzo will whisk her away to Italy for their honeymoon, and we’ll be forced to watch you mope around in your pink thong?”
I snorted. “Well, yeah, but also it’s baby-making time. I’ll get to have my garden. Man, I can’t tell you how fucking excited I am. I went online and picked out everything for the baby’s room.”
E winced. “Shouldn’t Rosalie be part of that?”
“Yeah. She will be. If she hates what I got, I’ll return it. I was just way too happy to stop myself. I got a crib, bassinet, and some adorable onesies with little frogs on them. I didn’t realize frogs were cute until I saw them on baby clothes. Fuck, E. I can’t wait. I’m just so damn excited.”
“I’m happy for you.” He gave me a tired, sad smile.
“You really don’t want kids?” I ventured softly.
He shrugged. “I’m a fucking mess. Anything that comes from me would probably end up twice as bad. I don’t want to burden the world with my DNA.”
“Not even if Rosalie begged you for a baby?”
He stared at the wall through the passenger window.
“E?” I called out softly.
He sighed and shook his head. “Tell me what it would be like.”
I blinked for a moment before clearing my throat.
“I think you’d have a son first. You’d name him something fucking epic.
He’d be handsome like you. Smart like our Rosalie.
He would love to sing and would start a band with Enzo’s and Fox’s boys.
My girl Ellis would be the lead singer because she’s the princess, and her brothers do whatever she wants.
He’d get into some trouble, but you’d be so fucking proud of him, E.
He’d make you smile because he’s funny and sweet, a perfect mix of you and Rosebud.
He’d give you shit when you made him do his homework and question why he even has to since he’s going to be famous like his mom.
” I paused momentarily, taking in the tiny smile on E’s lips.
“Then you’d have a daughter. She’d be so fucking sweet and delicate.
She’d have Rosebud’s red curls and your fire.
She’d play piano like you. She’d read books like Rosalie.
She would be at the top of her class and would want to be a surgeon when she grows up. ”
“Charlotte,” E murmured. “That’s what I’d want to name her.
I’d call her Charlie. We’d get ice cream on Wednesday nights.
She’d want chocolate, but always asks for a bite of my cookies and cream.
I’d give it to her because I love how big her smile is.
She’s missing her front teeth and has freckles on her nose. ” He went quiet on me.
“You can have that, E,” I whispered. “It’s out there waiting for you.”
He wiped at his eyes and sniffled before shaking his head.
“No, I can’t. I won’t. I can’t even take care of myself. I wouldn’t want to weigh everyone down with my responsibilities. I’ll just be Uncle E. I-I’ll be good with that.”
I studied him, noting the tears on his cheeks, which he kept wiping away. I didn’t want to push him on it. The fact that he even asked me to paint the picture meant he was considering things he didn’t say aloud. For that, I’d let him and not ruin it by pushing it.
“We have loads of time to think about it, man. Come on. Let’s go see our girl,” I said.
He gave me another tired smile before he opened the door and got out. I followed him into the house, and we went straight to Rosalie’s room. Carefully, I opened the door and we crept inside to see her between Fox and Enzo, naked, just like I thought she’d be.
All I knew in that moment was that I wanted her. Sleeping wouldn’t stop me from taking her either.
I stripped my clothes off and carefully tugged her sleeping body down the bed until I could lift her easily into my arms.
“Come on,” I murmured to E as I walked past him, her curling against my chest as I carried her out of the room.
Wordlessly, he followed me to my bedroom. When we got inside, I placed her naked body onto my bed and turned to E.
He stiffened for a moment as I reached out and unbuttoned his pants and pushed them off his hips.
“You’re going to fuck her with me,” I murmured to him.
“She’s sleeping,” he answered softly.
“Like I give a fuck.” I placed my hand behind his neck and pulled him close, our hard dicks touching one another’s.
“I want to do this with you, E. You and I are taking our girl. Making her moan. Making her fucking beg us for more.” I reached down and stroked his long, thick cock.
“Come on, E, you and me. Don’t be a good guy tonight.
Be bad with me. Can you do that, brother? ”
He let out a shaky breath. “Yeah. I can do that.”
I released him and returned to Rosalie. He followed. As much as I wanted to bury myself deep inside her hot pussy, I moved aside for him.
He stared down at her as she slept.
He seemed to be contemplating his next move. I was just about to tell him to spread her legs and remind him he wasn’t a good guy tonight when he reached for her. I watched him gently part her legs.
She let out a soft noise, making E still for a moment before he stroked himself, his Adam’s apple bobbing in the moonlight from my bedroom window.
“I don’t want to hurt her,” he murmured. “She’s not going to be wet for me.”
“Let me help.” I leaned in before he could protest and spit on his cock. He flinched as I stroked his dick for a moment before releasing him.
“Unnecessary,” he muttered.
“I’ll suck it for you if you’d prefer that,” I answered, knowing I damn well would. We were a team. I’d do that for my brother without batting an eyelash.
He stared at me for a moment, his brows crinkling.
“Fuck her, E. Come on,” I murmured.
He nodded and ran his cock up her pussy before pausing. I knew he was arguing with himself about doing this. Finally, the bad won out, and he pushed forward gently, breaching her.
She whimpered for a moment while I watched him pull out and push back in several times amid a soft groan.
“I like fucking her when she’s unconscious,” I murmured. “I like the power and control.”
E let out a shaky breath. “I-I like it too.”
He pulled out again before pushing back in. She shifted, and her eyelids fluttered open. E didn’t stop. He kept fucking her gently.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered.
She answered by letting out a soft moan that made my cock ache in all sorts of vicious ways.
“I’ve missed you,” he continued softly.
She reached out and cradled his face.
“I missed you, too,” she answered in a breathy voice.
“Is it OK that I’m doing this to you?” E asked, slowing.
“More,” was her answer.
He obliged and railed into her. I took the opportunity to approach and slide my cock against her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked me in, making me groan.
E jostled her harder, so I had to pull my dick free a moment later. Knowing he was just going to go for it, I let him since he’d missed her so damn much.
As patiently as I could, I waited for my turn. I watched as he continued to work her over, her tits jostling beneath his wild thrusts until she was coming for him. He joined her a moment later before he kissed her.
“I missed you so fucking much, sweetheart,” he choked out. “I can’t live without you. I don’t want to. I will do anything for you to never leave again. What do you want? Name it. It’s yours.”
“I love you,” she answered softly, raking her fingers through his hair. I watched as he closed his eyes, his lips parting at her touch.
“Tell me,” he pleaded softly, opening his eyes and staring down at her. “Please, Rosalie. I can’t do this shit again. It’ll fucking kill me. Tell me what I need to do to keep you with us?”
“Ethan, you don’t need to do anything. I’m here. I’m staying. Nothing will tear me away. I promise.”
He let out a choked sob before he rolled off her and tugged her into his arms.
I watched as he cradled her. Whispered to her. She held him back, whispering her reply to him. None of it was meant for me.
She’d barely acknowledged me this entire time past sucking my dick for a moment. Knowing E needed this time with her, I carefully backed away and left the room. I doubted they would notice anyway.
Sighing, I returned to her room to find Enzo and Fox curled up in her bed.
Instead of crawling into bed with them, I went into the bathroom and started a shower. Within moments, I was beneath the spray, stroking my dick to try to ease the tension I felt. And, to be honest, an attempt to drain my balls since I felt so fucking pent up.
The glass shower door slid open, and I opened my eyes to see Enzo had joined me.
“You took Rosalie and didn’t fuck her?” he asked.
I grunted, releasing my hard dick.
“No. E got all up in his feels, and it felt like I was a third wheel, so here I fucking am.”
“You need to learn how to fuck yourself,” Enzo said with a soft laugh.
“I was until you interrupted me,” I grumbled, grabbing my dick again and giving it a rough stroke. It wasn’t working for me. I was too in my head. I released my dick once more and rested my head against the shower tiles.
“Great. I can’t even jerk off. What the fuck, man?” I sighed, closing my eyes. “What a fucking night. How was Rosebud?”