Page 93 of When We Fall: Part One
“Go on. Your turn,” Cole said, nodding toward me. “I’ll do some glamour shots for you now.”
Ethan moved toward me and gave an awkward smile.
“Bro, what are you doing?” Cole looked over the lens.
“I’m good at taking pictures, not being in them,” Ethan muttered.
“Come on. Do like you told me. All normal and natural.”
“What you did was not normal or natural.” Ethan let out a nervous laugh.
I took his hand and brought his attention back to me.
“It’s me and you. For the living room wall,” I said softly, staring up at him.
He smiled down at me, his entire demeanor changing.
“For the wall,” he murmured, leaning down and kissing my lips gently.
The poses were easy after that. Ethan was a natural. He just didn’t realize it. I let him move and touch me any way he wanteduntil Cole seemed satisfied with the shoot and called out that he was hungry.
We left the park, but not before Ethan took a few pictures of a squirrel. It was when we entered a little cafe that my heart jumped.
Anson turned away from the counter, and his blue eyes locked on mine.
Ethan squeezed my hand as we made our way to a table. Cole pretended he hadn’t seen Anson, but I knew he had.
“Ignore him,” Cole muttered as we sat. “He’s the one who walked.”
Ethan didn’t say a word. He simply continued to hold my hand. I did as Cole said and stared down at the menu instead.
The door jingled several long minutes later, and I couldn’t stop myself from looking out the window I sat next to. I watched as Anson walked past to his blacked-out Challenger. He paused momentarily and stared at me through the window before getting into the driver’s seat and starting the car. Seconds later, he peeled away.
“Some friend,” Cole said, shaking his head.
I said nothing, but Ethan gave my hand a gentle squeeze before he changed the subject to something more pleasant than losing one of my best friends.
It was just as well. Life was hard enough without dwelling on the things I couldn’t change.
THIRTY-TWO
ETHAN
Icame with a groan deep inside Rosalie’s pussy while Cole fisted her red curls, his cock pumping in and out of her mouth.
We’d had a good day until we’d seen Anson. It had deflated her mood. It upset me that she was hurting the way she was, but she plastered on her fake smile and kept going. She did that all too often lately. She needed just to be honest with herself.
I was one to talk, though.
If fake smiles were a fashion accessory, I was walking the catwalk.
Her pussy trembled as I continued to thrust into her, desperate to get her off again before I pulled out.
Her orgasm rushed from her, soaking me.
“Fuck,” Cole groaned, clearly unloading into her mouth. “Goddamn, Rosebud.”
His movements slowed as we all came down from the heights we were at. She swallowed, earning a grin from him.
