Chapter 56 #2
“Spoiler, Scott, she writes it after she fucks you tonight. You know, because I do it better.” Anson winked at me.
“You’re a fucking asshole, man. You know I hate your ass, right?” I shook my head at him.
“Feeling is mutual,” Anson said.
“No fighting,” Rosalie cut in. “Please?”
I shot Anson a sour look before pouring more wine. I should have brought four bottles because I’d need to be seriously hammered to get through a night with him.
We drank more, and before long, I was definitely feeling the wine, and so were they.
“How did it happen?” I asked, feeling way too tipsy, but it was likely the best time to have the conversation.
“Rosalie and I?” Anson asked.
“Yes.” I nodded. I had the basics of their night together from Evan, but I needed to hurt my own feelings. I wanted to know all the details.
Rosalie looked at Anson and smiled.
“Love at first sight,” Anson murmured, his eyes glassy.
“Yeah, man, me too. So anyway, when did you actually fuck her first?” I asked.
“Uh, her wedding night,” Anson said. “I shared her with Evan.”
I scowled. “So… you guys never did anything before? Like when we were with her?”
“No.” Anson shook his head at the same time Rosalie did. “I never fucked your girl when she was with you, Cole. I definitely wanted to, though.”
Rosalie slapped him, making him laugh and draw her close. I watched as he kissed her slowly. Deeply. Gently. He kissed her like she was everything to him.
I swallowed hard.
Even after all these years, it was hard for me to watch.
He cradled her face with one hand, the other moving to her waist to hold her.
I looked on, my heart in my throat. I’d never felt like a third fucking wheel before, but there I was, the odd man out. I was outside looking in on my girl being loved by someone else.
Anson reached out with the hand that had been on Rosalie’s waist and grasped my hand as he continued to kiss her.
I swallowed and stared down at his hand in mine. He gave me a gentle tug, never breaking free from Rosalie.
I went, my pulse pounding in my ears. He didn’t stop leading me forward until I was right beside him. He broke the kiss off and shifted aside for me.
He was letting me have a chance.
I looked over at him to make sure this was real.
He nodded at me. “Take your chance, Scott.”
I’d waited five long, painful years for this.
My lips crushed against hers, and she fell into the kiss just like she used to.
My tongue thrashed against hers. I gripped her hips tightly and dragged her to me so she was straddling my lap. My fingers were in her hair. Her waist. Cradling her face.
I knew we’d drunk a lot, but we were adults who knew exactly what we were doing.
She was the one to take my shirt off first.
I didn’t even try to stop her, nor did I falter at removing hers. With practiced ease, I reached around and unsnapped her bra, letting her breasts spill free.
“Fuck, I’ve missed these,” I murmured, kissing along her jaw then down her neck as she let her head fall back. I kissed a path to her breasts as I lay her on her back.
Gently, I sucked against her breasts before paying attention to her tight nipples.
While my mouth was occupied and she was making the sweetest noises for me, I let my hand travel south, where I pushed off her little pajama shorts.
I wasted no time in locating her clit and rubbing it the way I remembered she liked.
I kissed her lips again as she gasped softly.
“Fuck, you’re soaked for me,” I murmured against her soft lips. “And I am a man dying of thirst.”
That was all the warning she got before my head was buried between her legs, eating her as she fisted the blankets. I tugged her closer, completely feral and ravenous for her.
“Cole,” she moaned softly, her hands on her breasts. “Oh, my god.”
Fuck yeah. I still had it.
Anson shifted forward, his cock out.
I growled, eating her faster, making her cry out as he tried to push his pierced dick into her mouth.
He grunted, clearly irritated, but he managed to get his cock into her mouth to silence my name on her lips.
Prick bastard.
Her body shook before she was clawing at my hair, her thighs clenched around my head as she came full force into my mouth.
And fuck was it GOOD.
Satisfaction rolled through me. It had been a long fucking time since I ate pussy, but I guess it was like riding a bike.
Anson pulled free from her mouth as I sat up and wiped my lips.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to react to seeing him fuck her, so I kept telling myself to breathe. That I could get through this. So far, I was doing well, but I liked to think the alcohol was a big determining factor in that.
“You good, baby?” Anson asked softly.
“Y-yes,” Rosalie managed to rasp, her body still trembling a little. I stared proudly down at her, knowing I was the reason for her reaction, before I pushed my bottoms off, letting my cock spring free.
Anson glanced at my junk and raised a brow.
“Impressive, huh?” I asked, smirking at him as I gave it a rough stroke. “Free rides for screamers, Beyers.”
“You’re propositioning me?” He chuckled. “I’m not going to sword fight you, Scott.”
“I don’t want to sword fight. You keep your dick out of my personal bubble. Shit is armored and weaponized.” I glanced at the piercing in his dick again before shaking my head. I hated the asshole, but even I had to admit he was packing some major heat.
Figured, the prick.
I went back to looking at Rosalie. She smiled up at me, her eyes glassy.
“Are you drunk, baby?” I asked softly. “I won’t do this if you’re too far gone.”
“I’m perfect,” she said. “Just the right amount of gone.”