Page 47 of When We Fall: Part One
I stroked my dick, watching as he and Enzo made quick work of getting her off again before Enzo took his turn on her ass.
She never protested. She endured it like our sweet girl, making me hard again and ready to have another go.
But I wouldn’t. Not tonight. When Enzo finished, I pulled her away and lifted her into my arms. She curled against me, her body limp but still vibrating from her orgasms.
“Can I…” I asked softly, hoping the guys would let me take her.
“Go,” Enzo said, inclining his head at me. Cole winked at me as his reply. And without a moment of further hesitation, I carried her to her bedroom and placed her on the bed before running her a bubble bath.
She loved bubble baths.
They were definitely growing on me, too.
When I helped her into the tub, she sank between my legs, her back to my front. I wound my arms around her and held her against me.
“Sweetheart?” I called out.
“Mm?”
“We’re OK, right?”
She lifted my hand to her lips and pressed them to my palm. “We’ll always be OK, Ethan.”
I smiled at that, feeling like maybe I could get through another day.
For my sweetheart, I’d try.
SEVENTEEN
FOX
Anson didn’t know I was there. I watched as he punched a wall before tugging at his hair. Something was wrong. Anson wasn’t the sort to display anger and frustration like that. At least what I knew of him. He’d been lying low lately, only watching Rosalie and disappearing quickly after we’d take his spot. When I asked Rosalie if he was acting weird, she said a little, but he’d been mostly fine the last few days and hadn’t mentioned anything to her. I knew it was because Enzo had basically fucked him over, and for that, I felt bad for the guy.
“You good?” I called out as I approached him.
He stopped his hair tugging and looked at me, his blue eyes bloodshot.
“I’m fine,” he answered, blowing out a breath.
“Don’t fucking lie, Beyers,” I said sourly. “I’m not stupid.”
He looked away from me and sighed. “It’s nothing, man. Just shit I’m trying to work through.”
I nodded. “Rosalie.”
“It’s always Rosalie,” he muttered, shaking his head.
“Don’t I know it?” I leaned against the wall he’d punched and studied him as he paced the small space in the hall of the music department. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”
“I don’t want to talk about it right now. Especially not here.”
“OK. Tell you what. Let’s go out for a beer tonight.”
He stopped pacing and stared me down. “Really? You and me?”
I shrugged. “I don’t see why not. I’m not doing anything this evening. Rosalie promised E they’d do a movie marathon tonight. Cole and Enzo have work to do. It makes sense for us to talk tonight if you want to.”
“OK. Yeah. We can meet at The Burger Garden. Have a few drinks and food. Is eight OK?”
