56. Cole #2
“I want you to join us. I think you’re perfect, man. I do. I know you’re nervous, but it’s me. Nothing has changed. Do you remember that time we fucked our girl on the kitchen table? She sucked me off while you fucked her pussy. Then E and Enzo came home and joined in.”
“I remember,” he whispered. “She got spaghetti in her hair.”
I smiled at the memory. “She did. But we didn’t stop. Even E had it all over him.”
“Dinner was ruined. We had to order in,” he said, his voice shaking.
“Then we fucked her in your bed.” I kissed the corner of his lips. “Remember, Foxy? Spaghetti-stained sheets and all.”
He sniffled but nodded his head. “Yes.”
“Come make more memories with me,” I said gently. “Us with our girl. Like always. We were blessed with a second chance. Seems like a bad idea to look fate in the eye and laugh.”
He shifted, his breathing a little quicker.
I moved back and kissed the head of his cock before releasing him.
“We’ll be over there, or I can bring the party here. Your call. Just let me know.” I got up and went back to Rosalie. I kissed her deeply as I lay beside her.
A moment later, the bed shifted, and Evan moved in on her other side. I released her to him, watching as he kissed her.
It was tentative at first, but I shifted behind Rosalie and kissed her neck. Her collarbone. Her shoulder. I squeezed her tits, my cock aching to find her wet pussy again, but I held back, wanting Evan to get acclimated with us.
It took a few long moments, but he finally gave in and tugged her onto him, spearing her with his dick.
She let out that sexy as fuck whimper as she slowly rode him.
I watched, fascinated, as she reached out and took off his aviators and his beanie. He immediately closed his eyes, but she cradled his face and kissed him gently so he had a reason for them to be closed.
I swallowed hard, my heart aching for him. Fox had been beautiful. Hell, he probably could have been a model. When we were teens, he’d been scouted at the mall and given a card by a modeling agent. He’d laughed and tossed it into the trash.
Now, he was broken in more ways than one, and all I wanted to do was take those broken pieces and bring Foxy back to us.
I continued to watch the pair until Evan’s hand tangled around mine. I stared down at it as he gave a little tug.
He wanted me to join.
I shifted so I was behind Rosalie. She slowed, and I pushed her flat against Evan.
I could have taken her ass, but I really wanted that pussy with Evan, so I worked my way inside, loving the way she wiggled and whimpered at the intrusion, before I bottomed out inside her, my cock resting against Evan’s inside her.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” I rasped, goosebumps rolling across my skin.
So fucking hot and wet.
God. Two of my favorite people in the world sharing this moment with me.
It was really heaven.
Slowly, I moved, fucking into Rosalie as Evan matched my speed and depth.
“Fuck, Evan, I almost forgot how good your cock felt,” I said breathlessly as my dick slid against his inside our girl. She moaned softly and wiggled the smallest bit, making me groan her name.
“Do you like it, Evan? Us with our girl again?” I asked, continuing to fuck.
“Yes,” he husked out, his muscular body tensing with every thrust. He still had his eyes closed as we moved together.
“Look at me, Evan,” I murmured, my cock sliding against his once more. “Open your eyes for me.”
It took him a moment, but he finally did it.
I was met with that familiar blue but also that new milky white. His bottom lip trembled as he stared back at me. Rosalie kissed his neck, making his lashes flutter and his breathing pick up.
“So pretty,” I murmured before leaning in closer and brushing my lips against his. “You’ve always been so damn beautiful, Foxy.”
A tear snaked down his cheek, and I kissed him again. I didn’t think he’d kiss me back, but finally his lips parted for me, and I took the chance to deepen it.
Back when it was just us four with Rosalie, it was our normal to show our love and affection with a kiss during sex with our girl.
I wouldn’t allow that shit to change for anything.
Foxy was mine then. He was mine now.
When you were with me and my girl, you belonged to me. It was a hill I was willing to die on. A hill I would kill for.
“Perfect. Just like I remember,” I whispered against Evan’s soft lips.
The smallest of smiles touched his lips as I pulled away before his mouth was on Rosalie’s and he was moving faster.
He was getting comfortable.
I rocked into Rosalie faster. Harder. Chasing the orgasm I’d been desperate to have.
She came first, calling out both our names as Evan and I both fought for her lips.
And then I was coming, Evan’s cock pulsing against mine.
“Oh my fucking days, good golly, holy fuck,” I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as I pumped my load into Rosalie’s pussy.
Completely spent, I kissed Rosalie a final time before pulling out and rolling onto my back.
Evan found my hand and twined his fingers with mine as Rosalie snuggled against him, his cock still inside her.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “For this.”
“Anything for you, Foxy,” I answered.
I sat up on my elbow and leaned into him before kissing away another tear that had fallen down his cheek.
“Love you,” I murmured before cradling Rosalie’s face and kissing her. “Both of you. So fucking much. Thank you for letting me come home.”
“You were always meant to be here,” Evan whispered, his long lashes shuttered closed and a smile on his face as Rosalie started moving on him again.
I grinned, my dick still hard.
Fuck it. I was game for round two.