Chapter 68 Cole
SIXTY-EIGHT
COLE
“I-I can’t fucking breathe. I can’t breathe,” I choked out as I sat on the bathroom floor of the hotel suite we were still in.
I knew we could go back to the house, but I honestly hated it there and had only gone back long enough to grab some clothes for me and E.
I knew at some point I’d have to go in and clean out the fridge and shit.
I was considering having one of the minions do it so I could avoid the hellhole altogether.
“It’s OK. It’s OK,” Enzo soothed as I continued to clutch my chest. I’d just spilled my guts into the toilet.
My freakout put a kink in Celeste’s dinner date with Enzo.
She kept trying to flirt with me all night.
I knew the bitch was hoping for some threesome action, but it wasn’t ever going to fucking happen unless it was me ramming my knife into her cunt until she stopped breathing.
“It’s not fucking OK!” I shouted. “He was touching her under the table! I saw it! Fuck! You saw it. Then they were kissing! And look!” I fumbled with my phone as I pulled up her social media and shoved the picture of them together in his face.
“See? See that motherfucker! Says date night!” I continued to suck in breath after breath. “You promised! You fucking promised me! I can’t do this.”
I tried to get to my feet, but Enzo shoved me down.
“Stop. Stop! Cole, stop.” He said, pinning me down onto the cold floor.
“Fuck you! I’m going to get her—”
“Remember why we’re doing this! Fucking remember!” He shook me.
I sucked in another breath, my heart in my throat.
“It won’t matter if she falls i-in love with someone else. It won’t matter.”
He released me, and I sat up, wiping at my eyes.
“Why don’t you care, man? You didn’t even care. The whole time that prick was with her, touching her, kissing her, you didn’t care.”
Enzo sighed and sat beside me.
“I care so much it’s ripping my heart to pieces,” he whispered. “But I have a part to play, so I’m doing it. Besides, did you look at her face?”
I was quiet, thinking about how pretty she looked. How happy. How… alive.
“She was smiling,” I managed to say.
“Yeah. She was smiling. She hasn’t smiled in a long time. If we bring her back now, the smile will go away again because we aren’t ready for her. Not yet. Let’s finish what we started, OK? We’re so close, man. We are.”
I nodded. I knew he was right, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.
“It won’t last anyway. I had my guys look into Ryder Romano. He’s a player. He’s there for a good time, not a long time,” Enzo continued.
“That’s even worse,” I groaned. “That was literally me before Rosalie. You know how much pussy I smashed.”
“All I’m saying is he’s not the sort of guy she’d settle down with. She’s just…”
“What? Trying to make us jealous?” I scoffed. “Enzo, they were there when we walked in. They didn’t know we’d be there. She posted on her Instagram before she even left.”
“I know,” he murmured.
Then it clicked.
“You knew,” I said, staring wide-eyed at him. “You fucking knew she was going out. Ryder replied to someone when they asked where they were going. She tagged the location too. You fucking knew! That’s why we had a change of plans! What the fuck, man?”
“I wanted her to see us out,” Enzo admitted. “I didn’t want her to have any doubts that what we were doing wasn’t real. I knew.”
“You’re fucked up.” I shook my head. “Are you trying to ruin everything?”
“I’m trying to save it. Even if it hurts.
Even if it fucking kills me inside. I can’t get her words out of my head, man.
She said it should have been me. It should have been.
I’ve been thinking about it since the moment it happened.
Fox was ten times the man I’ll ever be. And she hates me.
She fucking hates me. I-I accept that. I need that, but fuck, it hurts me too, so don’t think you’re the only one suffering here.
You’re not. Just please. Head in the game. Focus.”
I swallowed. “I can’t guarantee I’m not going to do something stupid if I see her out with another guy again. And if it’s Ass Hat? I’ll kill him. I don’t fucking care.”
“Please, don’t do anything stupid,” Enzo pleaded softly. “Keep it together. Think about the future if you get upset. Not the now. The future. That’s the goal. Can you please try to do that?”
I studied him to see the torment in his dark eyes. I knew he hated Celeste. This was hard on all of us.
“I’ll try. No guarantees.”
“I guess that’s all I can ask for. I trust you.”
“You shouldn’t,” I mumbled. “I almost killed that fucker today. Of course, he rides a fucking motorcycle. I knew I didn’t like the little prick when I first met him.”
“Fox had a motorcycle,” Enzo mused. “And that old dirtbike. Remember?”
“I remember. He loved working on those bikes. Then football happened. Took time away from it all.”
“I wish he got to have all his dreams,” Enzo murmured. “He’d have been a good husband. A good dad.”
I nodded, my throat tight. “Yeah. He would have.”
We were both quiet for a long time.
“Come on. Let’s get to bed. Tomorrow is a long day. We have to go do more wedding shit.”
I groaned and got up, following him out. There were three bedrooms in this suite, and E was already out when we got back. Elijah said he’d barely come out of his room the entire night. Sounded like E.
“Enzo?” I called out as Enzo went to his room. He paused in the doorway and looked back at me.
“Yeah?”
“C-Can I sleep with you tonight?”
He studied me for a moment. “Sure, man.”
Grateful, I followed him to his room and closed the door behind me.
“What are you doing?” he asked as I stripped naked.
“Just trying to make things feel right again,” I said, crawling onto his bed.
He stared at me like I’d lost my mind.
“Join me,” I said, patting the spot next to me.
He hesitated for a moment before stripping naked and lying next to me.
“Rosalie should be between us,” I said, staring up at the ceiling.
“Yeah,” he rasped.
“I miss her.”
“Me too.”
“I haven’t gotten off in weeks,” I continued.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I assume you haven’t either. Right?”
“Right,” he agreed.
“Why don’t you pull up your best memory of her in your head and jerk off with me? It’ll almost be real,” I said.
I thought he’d tell me I was nuts and to shut the fuck up and sleep, but instead, his hand moved to his cock.
I watched his dick harden as he stroked himself slowly. I followed, closing my eyes as I pulled up a memory from when I’d gotten to take Rosalie away for the weekend a few months ago. It seemed like forever ago now.
I stroked faster, feeling Enzo jostling his cock next to me as he replayed his favorite moment with her.
In my mind, she was riding me, her perfect tits bouncing as her tight little pussy hugged my cock.
I gripped her hips tightly, in awe of how beautiful she was. How perfect. How much I could love a single person.
“I love you, Rosebud. Fuck, baby,” I groaned as she moved faster on my dick.
“Cole. God. I love you, too,” she moaned, her movements growing uneven as her orgasm plowed into her.
Because of me. Because of my cock. I made her do that.
Fuck, yes.
I came with her, calling out her name as I filled her pussy. She jerked on top of me, her small body trembling as she came down.
She collapsed on my chest, and I held her tightly.
I moaned her name softly as my load erupted onto my abs moments later.
I hadn’t blown in for-fucking-ever. It felt good. Bittersweet.
Fuck, I missed her.
I looked over to Enzo to see if he was still going. A moment later, he was groaning, his come jetting from his cock as he came. His strokes slowed until he just lay there, breathing hard.
“I miss her,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I miss her so much.”
“I know, brother.” I got up, went into the bathroom, and cleaned myself. I brought back a washcloth for Enzo and tossed it to him. He wiped his abs and threw the washcloth onto the floor as I climbed back into bed.
“It feels wrong to not be with her,” he said into the silence. “Like something is missing. Her and Fox. I-I wish… fuck.” He let out a soft sob, his body shaking.
I scooted closer and hugged him as he cried. I hadn’t seen him really break down over her being gone.
“Please don’t hate me too. I’m trying. I’m trying to fix things,” he said.
“I know. I know you are,” I replied, holding him. “We got this. We do, brother. We do.”
“I know. I-I’ll be OK if she only wants you and E back. I will,” he said thickly. “I’ll be happy. I don’t deserve her anyway. I’ve thought that for a long time.”
“You do deserve her,” I said. “She’s our endgame.”
“She is,” he said, his cries quieting. “She’s our forever.”
We didn’t say anything after that. Instead, we fell asleep, holding each other like it would make a difference.
It was better than nothing.