Page 104 of Into the Fire

“Are you OK?” Her green eyes searched my face.

I forced my lips into a smile. “Of course I am. I’ve just been studying a lot and working.”

“Right. The drugs.”

I sighed. “Yeah, the drugs.”

“Are you using a lot?” Her voice grew softer.

“Not really. I haven’t used anything in two days. I’m trying to fight my demons with my fists instead of chemicals. It’s just a harder battle. Makes me tired.”

She frowned and brushed my hair out of my eyes. “I love you so much. What can I do to help you?”

“Just keep loving me. I’ll keep trying to be better.”

She brushed her lips against mine, making my heart flutter.

“I’m not using anything addicting,” I murmured.

She nodded and didn’t say anything, but I knew my sweetheart. It still upset her, but there wasn’t judgment in her eyes. Just concern. I could deal with her concern. It was understandable, but I was pushing through, and that was what mattered. I figured eventually I’d get my shit together and be a better man for her as long as she was willing to stick it out with me.

“Good,” she answered, kissing me again. “Promise you won’t.”

“I promise.” I lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her mouth descended on mine again, making me groan softly. I wasn’t really great at just throwing her down and fucking her brains out wherever we were, but I was working on it.

So I took her to the kitchen table and placed her on it, grateful for all the pretty skirts she always wore.

Wordlessly, I unzipped my pants, our lips still fused to one another’s. I pushed her panties aside and worked my way into her body, relishing in her warm tightness.

“Ethan,” she whispered.

I loved the way she sounded when she wanted me. It did something to my soul. Having her in my life was a blessing. I forced the thought out of my head that I was a fucking curse to her that she just hadn’t realized yet.

I focused on her face while I fucked her on the table. I loved taking it slow and savoring every moment with her. Unfortunately, we were strapped for time, and Anson would be here soon to collect her.

She reached out for me, and I twined my fingers with hers and kissed her fingertips.

“What the fuck, E?” Cole called out, coming into the room.

I ignored him, continuing my focus on the one thing that meant the world to me.Rosalie.Her smile and look of pleasure twisting her pretty features made my heart lurch.

“I eat dinner there,” Cole continued, pointing across the table as I jutted in and out of our girl.

“So?” I rasped.

“So at least do it in my spot so I can picture it in my mind whenever I sit down to eat.”

I shook my head and continued my work on Rosalie, who was whimpering on the end of my dick.

“Can I stay?” Cole asked.

“Yeah,” I husked out, my release teasing me.

“Excellent.” Cole went to his spot and sat at it, his blue eyes sparkling. He was a strange guy, but we loved him just the same.

Within moments, Rosalie was arching off the table and coming on my dick, her soft cries sounding out around us.

“Fuck yeah,” Cole murmured, his eyes darkening. The doorbell rang, and I grunted, knowing our time was up. Her ride was here.

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