26. Evan
EVAN
“Fuck,” I groaned, coming deep inside Rosalie’s pussy as she rode me.
I loved it when she was on top. She always let go a little bit, and it made my dick even harder.
I gripped her hips tightly, rocking her on my cock as I filled her pussy with my release.
We’d arrived at the hotel on the island only hours ago, and already I was eager to get home with my family so we could continue our lives.
She’d been upset the last few days because Cole hadn’t been overly responsive.
She said he told her he was busy at work, and she let it go, but it definitely didn’t seem right.
Cole lived and breathed for Rosalie. Something as trivial as work wouldn’t stop him when it came to her.
I knew the guy didn’t even have to work if he didn’t want to.
He had enough money banked and invested five years ago, when we were together, to have survived.
I was sure he’d made even more over the years.
“There you go, Ro. Just fucking like that,” I groaned, coming down from my release.
She laughed softly and leaned in to kiss me.
I pulled her down quickly and pinned her under me. Klaus and Anson were checking out the venue, and Trix had Ellis at the pool, Ryder watching over them.
Dante, Malachi, and Sirena were on their way here, and I knew Cady and Trent had already arrived.
Levin, Dom, and Bianca were scheduled to arrive later in the day.
Jamie wasn’t going to make it in until tomorrow morning.
Ro’s parents were coming. Thankfully, John got along with Klaus so well that his fucking Rosalie wasn’t an issue, although it was slightly tense in the beginning.
Ro’s band was here. So was Riley, alone, which upset Rosalie since she wanted him to work things out with Violet and the guys.
But it was good. All of it was good.
I honestly thought Cole might surprise Rosalie and pop in, but so far, nothing.
“I love you.” I kissed her sweetly. “So fucking much. Would it be wrong of me to say I’m glad I got to marry you all on my own?”
“Mm, no.” She stroked my cock, making me groan softly. “But what are you going to do with yourself tomorrow night when I’m fucking my two new husbands? Hang out at the pool?”
I laughed softly. “I’m going to be in the same room, watching them make you come.” I nipped her bottom lip.
“You like watching, don’t you?”
“I fucking love it. Then I like fucking you after to show them how it’s really done.”
She crushed her lips against mine, and I didn’t hesitate to kiss her back before driving my cock back into her body. She gasped against my lips as I fucked her.
I would never get enough of her. She was just so damn perfect.
Her nails in my back. Her lips on mine. Her pussy gripped me tightly.
Fucking heaven.
And then she came for me, calling out my name.
Perfect.
“So you’re just going to walk down the aisle,” Vanessa, the wedding planner, said. “Meet your guys at the end of the aisle.”
Rosalie walked down the aisle on the beach. It was just us, the wedding party, out here with Trix and Ellis.
“Ellis, sweetheart, throw your flowers,” Vanessa instructed as Ellis walked down the aisle. Cas had stood in for Jamie.
Levin, Trent, Stefan, and I were waiting on the right, watching as Ellis smiled shyly.
She made it down the aisle and stood next to Cas, who ruffled her hair before Rosalie came down, looking so pretty in her cream colored summer dress.
I smiled, my heart full.
When she reached the end, Klaus and Anson took each of her hands and waited on either side as the minister quickly ran through what would happen.
And that was it.
Nice and simple.
“Let’s get some food!” Klaus proclaimed, sweeping Rosalie up and kissing her. “Tacos, baby.”
She laughed, kissing him, as we joined in, heading back to the venue for dinner. We told everyone they were free to do what they wanted, and I figured many of the guests would just wander off, but I knew for certain Dante would be dining with us, along with Rosalie’s parents.
“Hey, Dad,” I said, giving him a big hug. “I thought you couldn’t make it.”
“Like I’d miss this,” he said. “I promised to record it.”
I smiled knowingly. “I bet.”
He chuckled and went to Rosalie, hugging her tightly.
“Gosh, growing up so fast.”
She laughed. “I’ve been grown.”
“Don’t remind me of my age,” he grumbled, releasing her, still smiling. He went to Anson next and gave him a hug.
“Congrats, Alessandro. You have a good woman. A good family.”
“Thanks, Uncle,” Anson replied, hugging him back. They broke away, and my dad looked at Klaus.
“Come here, you big fucker,” Dad called out.
Klaus grinned and gave him a bear hug.
“Congrats to you. I’m so happy for you.”
“Thank you, Santino. Truly. It means everything to me,” Klaus said.
“Let me get you a drink. We can catch up.”
Klaus kissed Rosalie goodbye, and they headed to the bar.
“Man, they are going to pick up some major babes,” Trent said, giving a low whistle.
I snickered. They did look damn good. We had a private area, but the bar was public, and through the door, I could see women’s heads turning as they passed.
“I hope not,” Rosalie said, wincing.
“Baby, Klaus would never.” I kissed the top of her head. She relaxed against me as Dante walked in with Malachi and Sirena. All shrouded in black. Sirena’s baby bump was showing just the smallest bit.
Rosalie rushed to Dante, and he opened his arms, hauling her in for a hug when she reached him.
I wandered over, noting Anson and Trent talking with Cady.
“Congrats, sister,” Dante said, hugging her. She hugged him back for a moment before going to Malachi, who swooped her up.
“I like your black, sparkly cowboy hat,” Rosalie said, laughing as she took in the hat he was wearing.
“If you love that, check out my boots,” he said, showing us equally black and sparkly cowboy boots.
“OK, but why?” I asked, chuckling.
“He lost a bet to Shadow,” Dante said. “He’s not enjoying himself. Don’t let him fool you.”
“I look damn good, though, right?” Malachi did a quick spin as Asylum wandered in.
“Amazing.” Rosalie laughed as Malachi put his hat on her head.
“Hey,” I greeted Asylum. “I thought you couldn’t make it.”
“My cousin and former lover are to be wed. Of course I’d shift my schedule around for it.” Asylum’s blue eyes sparkled.
“God, stop calling me that,” Rosalie muttered, hugging him.
“Kiss for old time’s sake?”
She sighed and kissed his cheek.
“Not where I wanted your mouth, but that’s fine. We have some time left.”
I shook my head at him. He was off his rocker.
Rosalie went to Sirena and hugged her next.
“Gosh, I’m so excited for you,” Rosalie said. “A baby!”
Sirena grinned at her and signed back.
“Congratulations. This is a really pretty venue. It’s one of my favorite places.”
Rosalie bounced excitedly. “I know! Gosh, I just love the way they decorated. Gail has been so amazing. Bianca is supposed to be here. Have you seen her?”
Sirena shook her head.
“Let’s go look for her.” Rosalie tugged on Sirena, and she went, twining her arm with Rosalie’s, both smiling.
We watched them go, disappearing out of the private area. Before I could say anything, Ellis ran to us.
“Unkie Dunkie!”
“Hey, peanut butter!” He scooped her up and planted a kiss on her cheek. “How’s my prima ballerina?”
“Good! Where’s Aunt Weena?”
“Weena went with Mommy,” Dante said, fixing Ellis’s dress.
“Sorry,” Trix apologized, coming up to us. “She saw Unkie Dunkie and practically caught on fire to get here.”
“That’s because she knows I’m the best uncle,” Dante said.
“Hey, man. Ellis, look,” Malachi said, showing her his hat. “It’s sparkly.”
“She’s not a raccoon,” Asylum snickered. “Just because it’s shiny doesn’t mean she’ll love it.”
“I love it!” Ellis giggled.
“Well, fuck me running. She’s a damn raccoon,” Asylum muttered.
“Hey there,” Cas said, joining us. He zeroed in on Asylum. “Damn, bro. You have some intense eyes.”
Asylum smirked at him. “And you have…” Asylum waved his hand around Cas, who wasn’t wearing a shirt but had one painted on him. “Fucking charisma. I like this. Who painted this on you?”
“Me. Business in the front, party in the back.” He turned to show us that the back wasn’t painted. “I couldn’t reach.”
“I’ll paint it for you if you paint me,” Asylum said, his eyes lighting up.
Cas’s eyes skirted over Asylum. “I could help with that.”
“He’s taken,” I said, shaking my head at Asylum.
He smirked back at me. “I just wanted to see if I still had game.”
“You should know that.” I pointed to my head.
“Eh, I’m out of it lately, OK?”
“Liar,” I muttered, watching him lead Cas and Trix away.
“He likes to play a long game,” Dante said as Ellis reached for Malachi. Dante put her on Malachi’s back.
“Want to gallop?” Malachi asked.
“Yes!” Ellis giggled.
And that was all it took for Malachi to trot around with her on his back, her laughter sounding out. I smiled as I watched them leave before I looked back at Dante, who was studying me.
“No Cole?”
“No,” I muttered.
“Rumor going around Chicago is that my sister is pregnant with Cole Scott’s child. You guys ever consider telling me?”
I frowned at him. “How the hell did you know that?”
“I’m very good at what I do,” Dante said. “Plus, Asylum.”
I nodded. Made sense.
“So… is it Cole’s baby?”
I sighed. “We don’t know. We’re going to do testing. Anson already set it up. He wants to know since Cole has sort of gone MIA on us.”
Dante raised his brows at that. “Has he?”
“I don’t know. Rosalie says he’s busy at the hospital.”
Dante snorted. “He was seen last night at one of De Luca’s strip clubs with his men. He’s definitely not caught up at the hospital.”
I frowned at that information.
“Here’s the rub, Evan. I’m not happy with the horsemen. Especially now that one of the pricks may have knocked my sister up again. I am willing to pay the fees to make Cole… not the father.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, if you want Anson to be the father, then we make Anson the father. I’ll pay to have the testing and paperwork done. Untraceable. Results will say what they need to say.”
I bristled at that. “That’s… unacceptable. It would fucking devastate Anson if he were told the baby was his when it wasn’t. And it would hurt Cole—”
“Cole was getting a lap dance last night from a stripper. Don’t tell me he’ll be fucking hurt.”
“Are you serious?”
He nodded. “As has been reported to me by some of my finest. I have my eyes on the horsemen, brother. I promise you that.” He showed me his phone with a clear as fuck picture of Cole seated with a stripper on his lap, her tits in his face.
I tightened my hands into fists. Cole and I were going to have a little talk.