I was trying really fucking hard to like these pricks, but I didn’t like motherfuckers telling me what to do. The anger and irritation welled in my chest.
“Cole?” Rosalie called out softly.
“What?”
“Kiss me.”
I frowned at her. “Really?”
She nodded. “If we do this sober, then we will both know. Right?” Her green eyes searched me.
I already knew the answer, but if she needed confirmation, then I’d give it to her.
I leaned in and cradled her face.
“Are you sure?” I murmured, my eyes darting to her soft, parted lips.
“Y-Yes,” she whispered.
In another life, she’d have never had to ask me, but this wasn’t that life. I was trying to do right by her.
I leaned in and gently brushed my lips against hers. I thought it would be a sweet kiss. Something tasteful since her husband and two dicks were watching us, but the moment I pulled away, the ache to kiss her again returned, and I fell victim to it.
I crushed my lips against hers in a deep, soul-searching kiss.
She kissed me back, her tongue tangling with mine.
Oh, fuck. My Rosebud.
I let my fingers twist in her curls as I dragged her as close to me as I could get her.
It had been way too fucking long since I’d tasted her soft lips. Well, tasted and remembered them.
My dick was hard, and I was ready to go.
She broke the kiss off and stared into my eyes.
“Just as perfect as I remember,” I whispered.
Her lips twitched. “Yeah.”
I rested my forehead against hers. “I-I need to think, OK? This is a lot…” I pulled away from her and looked at the phone. “I want to be with my family, but I have two of them. I-I need some time to sort through everything…” My voice trailed off as I swallowed. “I need to figure out how this will work. The guys have been my family since we were kids. Can I have time?”
“You can have all the time you need,” Evan said. “We want you to make sure you know what you want, but we also ask that you not hurt Rosalie or Ellis in the process. Don’t give them hope, then pull it away.”
I nodded. “I know. I won’t.”
“Ro, baby, you guys should talk. We’ll chat tomorrow. I love you,” Evan murmured.
“I love you,” she replied, her voice soft and so fucking sweet. The affection for him in just those three words made me desperate to hear them directed at me.
“LeeLee,” Anson called out.
“Ani,” she replied.
He gave her a smile. “Tomorrow, baby.”
She nodded. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I wasn’t going to be here because I had to work.
