“I won’t.” I sighed and held him as he nuzzled against me.
“I just can’t let her go. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad tonight. I wanted to prove to you that I can’t be without her. I want her. Please. Fuck, man.”
“I know,” I murmured as his warm breath blew against my neck. “I know you do, but she’s gone, Cole. She’s not coming back. For your own sanity, you have to let her go.”
“Like you?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I replied softly. “Like me.”
“I’ll still have you?”
“Yes.”
He cried softly before his lips brushed against my jaw. I stiffened as his hand moved to my crotch, where he rubbed me over my pants.
“Cole, what are you doing?” I asked tightly. Christian pulled into the parking garage of our high-rise a few minutes later. He’d glanced into the rearview mirror and saw Cole on me. He was a smart man.
The moment we’d parked, he got out, locking the doors behind him, and left us. The place was secure, so I had no worries we’d be a target, and I didn’t expect him to go far anyway. He knew when people needed privacy.
I appreciated that about him.
“Please,” Cole rasped. “I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it.”
“Hey. It’s OK. I’m sorry too,” I said gently, resting my hand over his on my crotch to stop him from making my dick hard.
“You never apologize,” he murmured.
I said nothing as he kissed my neck. I let my eyes fall closed. Cole and I were close, and yeah, we’d kissed many years ago, back when we were losing our family or in the heat of the moment with Rosalie. But we’d not been this close. Not really.
“I don’t hate you,” he whispered. “You’re my best friend. You and E. I love you so fucking much.” He kissed my neck more before sucking on it softly.
“I know,” I said gently. “I love you too. Let’s go inside, OK?”
“OK,” he murmured, pulling away from me.
We got out, and I helped him to walk to the elevator. As I suspected, Christian was nearby. He came over quickly and helped me get Cole, who was completely shit faced, into the elevator and up to our penthouse. I wasn’t doing so hot myself, but at least I wasn’t as bad as Cole.
Once inside, I bid Christian good night, letting him know I’d get Cole to bed. He nodded and left us.
The place was dark except for a few built-in nightlights. E was likely already in bed, and Laz definitely was.
I got Cole to his room and helped him to sit on the edge of his bed. I went to my knees and took his shoes off before unbuttoning his pants. He tangled his fingers in my hair.
“I think you’d suck cock better than her,” Cole said softly.
“Yeah?” I pulled his pants down to see that he was hard.
“Please?” he whispered, his voice trembling.
“Cole, I’m not going to suck your dick,” I said gently.
“Then lie naked with me,” he pleaded, his voice low. “I don’t want to be alone.”
“OK.” I owed him that much. I got up, went to his door, and clicked the lock so Laz wouldn’t wander in, before returning to him, losing my clothes along the way.
I stopped in front of Cole and helped him take his shirt off, but paused as he rested his hands on my hips and stared up at me.
I didn’t say a word to him as he leaned in and brushed his lips against my dick, placing a gentle kiss on the head.
