25. Enzo
ENZO
Isat up in my chair as Cole walked through the front door.
“You’re home,” I said, surprised he’d come back. I hadn’t heard from him all damn weekend. Neither had E. He’d left a damn note and was gone.
“I’m home,” he said, grinning as he dropped his bag and flopped onto the couch.
E came in from the kitchen.
“Fuck, thank god you’re back. You had us fucking worried,” E said, moving to sit next to Cole on the massive leather couch.
“You knew I was good. I left a note.”
“Mentally, you’ve been fucked lately,” I said. “We prayed you were good. Luckily, Dom reached out to Anson for us and let us know you’d safely made it to L.A. and were currently irritating him.”
“God, I was. It was a great time.” Cole grinned and sat up.
“So it went well?” E ventured.
“Man, it was the best. I fucking hate the heat, but Rosebud has the most beautiful home. She even has a ballet room for Ellis. It’s fucking amazing there. Ellis has this little pink car she drives around the house in. I’m going to get a matching one.”
“Will you fit?” E asked, frowning.
“No, like a life-size adult one. So I can drive her around in it.”
I nodded. “Well, sounds like you didn’t run into any issues. Good.”
“How was… Fox?” E asked.
“Different. He’s… dead, man. That man isn’t Fox.
He’s quiet. Violent. I guess I still see Foxy in there somewhere, but the underground fucked him up.
” Cole winced. “But he’s good. He smokes cigarettes and beats the shit out of punching bags in their home gym.
I’m in shape, and I can’t keep up with his ass.
He doesn’t talk too much, so I can’t report on shit he said, but he’s…
alive, I guess. Seems happy. Fucking protective of Rosebud, and that’s what I like to see. ”
“Did you fuck?” I asked, cutting to the chase.
Cole scoffed. “I’m not discussing my sex life with you.”
“She has a harem of men. I’m sure you stood in line too,” I muttered.
“Hey! Asshole!” Cole snapped, his mood doing a one-eighty. “Don’t fucking talk about my girl like that.”
“Relax. We all stood in line once upon a time,” I muttered, feeling bitter and jealous. It took me a minute to realize that’s what the feelings were.
Fuck, they sucked.
“Enzo, I’m warning you,” Cole snarled at me. “Don’t fucking talk about that shit.”
“Sure.” I lit some sugar and took a deep hit before offering it to him. “Peace offering.”
He hesitated for a moment before taking it and inhaling his hit deeply. He settled back onto the couch, hopefully more mellow and not so damn snappy.
We smoked in silence, while E had a few drinks with us. Finally, Cole was wasted enough to talk.
“I got laid today,” he mumbled. “I fucked her at her doctor’s office.”
I glanced at E to see him staring at his hands.
“Cole, you don’t need to tell us,” E murmured.
“No. No, I’m gonna tell you,” Cole slurred out. “It was so good. Anson watched me do it. He was so pissed.” Cole laughed softly. “I fucked her with him too when I was there. We went upstairs and did it together.”
I swallowed hard and finished my drink before pouring another.
“His dick is pierced. Big fucking monster cock on him. I can see the appeal.” Cole chuckled and drank some more.
“Did you fuck her with Evan and Klaus?” I asked.
“No. No, man. Just me and Ass Hat. He got me off. I’ve kissed him. He’s good at that, too. Makes me hate him a little more, but fuck man, the sex is so fucking good. My dick is hard just thinking about it.”
I raised my brows at his words, something hot and ugly unfurling in my chest.
“You kissed him? He got you off?” I asked, my voice tight and shaky. E glanced at me and winced. He knew I was feeling some kind of way.
“Yeah. It’s just with her. Like we were with her. He likes to fuck with me, and honestly, I like fucking with him. But god, that big fucking cock of his.” Cole groaned.
“You didn’t have sex with Anson, did you?” E asked, frowning.
“No. No, man. No. Fuck him. We just both fucked Rosalie’s pussy together. It’s so tight. God, I think it’s tighter than when Fox started breaking her in.” Cole paused, his eyelids heavy. “She had a C-section with our daughter. She has to have another one.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Oh. Fuck, man. I got her pregnant. I’m going to be a dad again.”
E and I stared at him in stunned silence.
E cleared his throat. “What?”
“She’s four weeks and two days along. That adds up to when she was with me. I fucking knocked her up.” He grinned stupidly through his high and drunken state. “I am the king of sperm. My guys win every fucking time.”
“Cole,” I choked out. “Are you serious?”
“Yep.” He swayed as he stared at me. “I’m going to be a dad again. The bad thing is, she’s marrying Ass Hat and Ass Nut this week, so that sucks. I’m going to get her a ring, though, and go back to see her on my next days off. I’m going to marry her, too.”
I swallowed down the rest of my drink and poured another, the anger and resentment swirling faster inside of me.
“You don’t fucking know if the kid is yours,” I said to Cole. “She’s had other cocks aside from yours. Stop fucking claiming that energy. If it turns out not to be yours, you’ll break your own damn heart.”
Cole frowned. “It’s mine, Enzo. I know it is. This is my second chance.”
I sighed and rubbed my hand down my face. “It’s fucking not, Cole. You’re playing pretend with a woman who is already fucking married. She has enough cock!”
Cole sat up and glared at me.
“Furthermore, you need to stop fucking running off. You’re my enforcer with E. You can’t leave all this shit to him all the time. I need you. We’re a fucking team, and you’re failing us!”
“Enzo,” E called out. “Hey, you’ve had enough to drink.”
“You’re right.” I drank my new glass of alcohol in one go. “I have had enough.”
I got up and stormed out of the room and went to my room, slamming the door behind me.
Within moments, I was in my pajama bottoms, my shirt off, and lying in my bed, crying softly as I stared at an old picture of Rosalie on my phone. She’d taken a selfie of us together. It was my lock screen for years. Even after marrying Celeste, it was my lock screen.
I’d only changed it when it began to hurt too much to see her every time my phone rang.
It was over. She was marrying Anson and Klaus. She had a daughter with Cole. She was having another baby.
Nothing with me.
Not ever fucking again.
I hit delete on the image and cried softly, clutching my phone to my chest.
I stumbled into Cole’s room later that night after waking and drinking some more.
He slept on his back, holding his phone.
I carefully reached out, took it, and swiped it open to enter his code. I stared down at what he’d been doing before he fell asleep.
Shopping for baby clothes.
In fact, he’d bought a shit ton.
And wedding rings.
He was serious about this.
I moved on to his texts to see he’d been talking to Rosalie before he’d fallen asleep.
Cole: I love you. I had a good time this weekend. Sorry for arguing with Anson so much. I’m trying.
Rosalie: I love you too. I know you are. He struggles as well, but I have faith in you guys.
Cole: I can’t wait to meet our new baby. What should we name him?
Rosalie: I don’t know. Why do you think it’s a boy?
Cole: I just have a feeling, baby. So what are we naming him?
Cole: Dom had his twins tested before they were born, so they knew who the dads were. We can do that. It’ll give Anson a head start if it does turn out to be his. But it’s not, so I’m not worried.
Rosalie: You’re so confident. I love it.
Cole: Mm, baby, you know it. I would like to name the baby August Alexander if he’s a boy, and Isla Rose if it’s a girl, after my sweet Rosebud.
Rosalie: You’re such a smooth talker.
Cole: Only for you, Rosebud.
Rosalie: I really like those names. You have my vote.
Cole: Hell yeah. What names did Anson want?
Rosalie: He likes Kyren Alessandro for a boy and Gracie Ray for a girl.
Cole: Damn. I like those too. Figures.
Rosalie: He’s a good man. You’ll learn to love him.
Cole: Probably. I don’t hate him. He’s just… got a big cock and makes you moan. I guess that bothers me.
Rosalie: So do you.
Cole: Fuck yeah, I do, baby.
He sent her a picture of his dick, fully erect.
I swallowed as I stared at her return picture. Almost naked. Fucking beautiful. She had a tattoo on her hip in the front with Anson’s name on it. Her other hip had a little fox on it that said Evan. I assumed Klaus’s name was somewhere on her body.
Her tits looked incredible in her pink lacy bra. Definitely bigger than I remembered. She was so toned and in shape. She left her face out of the photo, but her red curls cascading around her definitely let me know it was her. Tiny pink panties covered her pussy.
Fuck. My dick was hard as I stared down at the image. I knew I shouldn’t be looking, but I couldn’t stop. She’d once been mine. If things had worked out, she’d be Mrs. De Luca, and that baby in her belly would have been mine.
Fuck, it hurt.
I sent the picture to myself before deleting the evidence of doing so from Cole’s phone, and breathed out.
I was hurting my own feelings, but fuck it. I was too drunk to give a fuck right then.
I didn’t bother reading the rest of Cole’s messages, really, but I noted they were planning for him to go back out to her.
The happiness Cole felt at getting what he always wanted should have been what I felt, but instead, I felt anger. Jealousy. Hopelessness.
And to know Anson had his fucking cock against Cole’s and they’d kissed made all those feelings magnified. He’d gotten Cole off. I could do that too.
Cole and I had always been best friends who pushed one another.
Now I was even losing that.
But I wanted to be happy for him. I was conflicted.
I climbed onto the bed, pulled his boxers down, and stared at his cock. Letting out a shaky breath, I stroked him, waking his dick up.
Cole’s lashes fluttered, and he stared at me in confusion.
“Enzo?” he mumbled. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you I can make you feel good too.” I continued to stroke him in the manner I knew he liked.
“Stop.” He tried to push my hand away, but I held tight.
“Don’t leave us,” I whispered, my throat tight. I’d do anything for him to stay, even though I knew he deserved better. He deserved more. That he’d have a good life with Rosalie. I thought I was prepared to let him go, but seeing the reality of it was making me sick.
“Enzo, man. Come on—” Cole said, moving to sit up, his voice thick with sleep.
I sucked his cock deep into my throat, silently begging him to stay.
He let out a hiss before a soft moan, his fingers digging at his sheets.
I wasn’t into men, but I fucking loved Cole. If I had to suck his dick to convince him not to leave us, I would. I knew I’d rather be eating Rosalie’s pussy, but this was a close second, given the circumstances.
I took his entire cock deep into my throat, sucking him. I didn’t realize just how fucking big he was until I was choking on his dick.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his body shaking. “E-Enzo. Please… fuck, that feels good. Y-You have to stop. I-I can’t—”
I sucked harder, bobbing up and down on him. I’d never sucked a dick a day in my life, but Cole’s love language was fucking, so all I had to do was make him realize… well, fuck, I didn’t know. My drunk brain said it was a damn good idea, though.
He tangled his fingers in my hair, his breathing heavy as he urged me up and down on him.
I’d do anything he wanted if he’d stay.
My head spun as I continued to work him over. I’d drunk and smoked way too fucking much tonight. And last night. And the night before.
I was a mess. I knew I was.
But fuck.
Life really had me by the balls lately.
“I-I can’t. I fucking can’t. S-Stop—,” he choked out, pulling his dick free from my mouth.
But it was too late.
He came with a cry, his come jetting onto his abs as he sobbed softly, clutching his pulsating cock.
I swallowed and stared down at the mess, and horror filled me.
Fuck, what did I do?
“Fuck,” he groaned, his face twisted in some emotion I didn’t recognize. He finally stopped coming and lay there, his body limp, and his breathing heavy.
And the tears.
“Cole?” I called out, my voice thick.
“Do you have any idea what you just did?” he choked out.
“What we did? I love Rosalie, Enzo. She’s my world.
I-I… you… fuck, man. I don’t want to cheat on my girl.
Why would you let this happen…FUCK! You know me!
You know I-I would never… Goddamnit! Why didn’t you make it stop! ” He clutched his chest, naked as fuck.
I stared at him, my heart in my throat. He was right. It was cheating, and I’d fucked up badly. This was devastating him. I never should have let it happen.
If I were with them, I doubt it would be an issue, but I fucking wasn’t.
And if I were, I’d have never sucked his dick because I’d have already had the life I wanted.
“Fuck.” He cried softly. “This is fucking cheating. I’m so fucking fucked!”
“I-It’s not. It’s OK—” I knew it wasn’t OK, but I didn’t want him to be upset either.
“Just why? Why?” He sobbed harder. “Fuck, Enzo. FUCK! You’re not with us. You’re not. Fuck.” He sat up, his body trembling. It took him a moment before he got up and went to his bathroom. I heard the water running and knew he was cleaning himself.
He came out a moment later and sat on the bed, his boxers back on.
“Why would you do that? Five years, Enzo. We jerked each other off. Not once did we do this shit. Not like this. Why now? I could have used a blow job so many fucking times over the years, and you chose tonight of all fucking times to do it. What the fuck, man?”
“I fucked up.”
“You’re wasted.” He sighed and put his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees. “I-I have to tell Rosalie—”
“No. Don’t,” I said sharply. “Fucking don’t, Cole. I fucked up. Not you. I don’t know if it’ll ruin things for you. Just… don’t.”
“I learned what lying does,” he said, his voice shaking as he stared at me. “I’ll never do that shit again to her. I lost my fucking daughter for five years over that shit.” He cried softly. “I have to tell her.”
“What if you lose her again?”
“Honesty is a real bitch,” he choked out. “Just… go away. Please. Just… go, man.”
“Cole—”
“If you love her, tell her. Please,” he whispered. “She’s worth it.”
I stared at him. “I know she is.”
“Then fucking do it, then you can suck my cock with her.”
I scoffed, a bitter laugh leaving me. “I didn’t even want to suck your cock tonight. I just wanted you to stay.”
“That’s really fucked up,” he snapped. “You selfish fucking asshole.”
I swallowed.
“Get the fuck out, man.”
When I didn’t move, he yelled, his face twisting in anger.
“GET THE FUCK OUT!” He threw his pillow at me.
I went to the door as he sat sobbing on his bed. I hurt him. I fucked up. Again.
“I’m sorry, brother,” I whispered.
He only cried harder.
God, I really was a fucking mess.