“Rosalie,” he whispered. “I…we… I can get her back for us.”
“She’s gone. Married. And she’s been taken.”
“What if I-I get her? Then what?”
“How would you get her?” I frowned at him.
“Hypothetically,” he muttered. “Then we can do it with her.”
“That’ll never happen. If you want to fuck, do it now.”
A muscle thrummed along his jaw.
“I want her with us.”
“She is fucking never coming back,” I snapped at him before shoving him off me. He landed on his back on the mattress with a grunt before I was on top of him, spreading his legs. “So we may as well just get used to fucking each other.”
I spit on my hand and rubbed my cock with it before pushing it against his tight asshole.
He tensed, his blue eyes widening.
I paused, my throat tight.
What the fuck was I doing?
I was so fucking wasted that I didn’t even know if this shit was real.
I pulled away before leaning in and pressing my lips against his. He didn’t kiss me back at first, then he did, parting his lips for me. I ground my cock against his, both of us breathing hard.
There was something about human touch I craved more than anything. It had been so long since I’d been held by someone I loved.
I missed that feeling.
A soft sob escaped me, and I pulled away from him before rolling onto my back.
“I’m sorry,” I choked out. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. My fucking head is a mess. I’m so drunk and high. Is this real, Cole?”
“Yeah, everything is real,” he murmured from beside me.
“I hate it. I fucking hate it, man. Kill me. Make the pain stop.”
“There is sunshine coming,” he murmured, tugging me close to him so my head was resting on his chest. I listened to the beat of his heart. It wasn’t as slow as it usually was, but I knew he’d been turned on. Hell, I was turned on, but we hadn’t been laid in years, and I really did love him. If I were going to share this with someone, I wanted it to be him.
“Sunshine,” I whispered, my head spinning.
Fuck, I was wasted. I’d likely not remember shit about tonight. It’s why I wanted to do this with him so much. I’d not retain the memory and likely not feel so guilty about it tomorrow.
Cole reached down and wrapped his hand around my dick before stroking me the way I liked.
I groaned softly, knowing he was trying to make me feel better.
“You should have drunk more so you’d have let me fuck you,” I rasped as I thrust my hips forward with his strokes.
“You don’t want to fuck me,” he said, his voice soft. “You want to fuck Rosalie.”
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Tell me,” Cole murmured. “Tell me what you’d do to her if you had her right now.”
