Page 87 of When We Fall: Part One
They looked good together. Like little puzzle pieces. I cast a look to Cole, who was stroking his cock lazily, to E, who was still recording the session on his camera.
The night was good. Way too good. We needed this.
From my spot on the floor. I watched Fox slowly work his vibrator into her body, talking her through it in a low voice the entire time, until she was coming undone on his lap, her body damp with sweat.
She’d had enough.
I didn’t mind finishing myself off later in the shower.
Cole grunted somewhere in the background, letting us all know he wasn’t waiting for shit and had probably come all over his abdomen. Moments later, he left the room, solidifying my guess.
“She needs to rest,” I said, studying Rosalie as her lashes fluttered.
“I’ll take her to bed,” Fox replied, shifting to stand.
“Sorry,” she mumbled out, reaching for me. “I can’t hang like I used to.”
I kissed her palm before her lips. “It’s OK, baby. Rest up. We had a good day.”
She smiled back at me sleepily before E kissed her. Fox left the room, clearly meeting Cole along the way because I could hear Cole cooing to Cotton again and their footsteps on the stairs as they went to her room.
E and I quickly cleaned up before settling on the couch.
“That’s going to be a hell of a video,” I mused, glancing at him.
He chuckled softly. “Yeah. Spank bank material.”
I nodded. He wasn’t wrong there.
“I’m glad you got your camera back out. It’s been too long.”
“It has.” He looked at the camera and grew quiet for a moment. “It feels good. Maybe I’ll go out tomorrow and take some photos. Depends on my mood.”
“Go anyway,” I urged. “You’re always in the basement.”
He nodded but didn’t say anything for a long time.
“Do you think Anson is going to come back?” he finally asked.
I tensed. “I don’t know, E. Maybe it’s for the best. They were getting too close.”
“I know they were, but I wouldn’t have cared, you know? I like him.”
I said nothing, already knowing that. It didn’t matter anyway because Fox and Cole came back into the room, Cole at least wearing a pair of his dark pajama bottoms.
Fox settled in a chair, and Cole took the loveseat.
“I need to talk to you guys,” Fox said, clearing his throat.
“Don’t fucking ruin the evening, Evans,” Cole warned. “It’s been a damn good day.”
I frowned at Cole before looking to Fox. “What’s up, man?”
He fidgeted for a moment before clearing his throat again. “I’ve not been honest with you guys. While I was away, I did some thinking, and it’s only right that I come out with it.”
Cole visibly tensed, and E sat forward. I breathed in deeply, really fucking hoping he wasn’t going to tell us he met up with Anson and fucked our girl with him. I’d lose my damn mind. I knew I told Rosalie anything for her, but fuck, that sort of shit couldn’t just be sprung on a man.
“My father,” Fox started. “Is Matteo’s older brother. Santino De Santis.”
