I tried to hide it, but Ro being gone was killing me. And now Ryder was gone.
He and I were fairly close. I liked him a hell of a lot.
I hadn’t said shit to Anson about Ryder loving Rosalie. The two went way the fuck back, and I didn’t want to upset Anson if he was against it.
This was something Ryder needed to talk to Anson about. Klaus was in the know, and I was pretty sure he didn’t like keeping the secret either, but as he told me, we had bigger shit to worry about right now.
He wasn’t wrong.
I washed my body and let my head hang back. All I could think about was Ro. How much I missed her. How badly I wanted her. We were going to try for a baby. She’d even agreed to the name Legend if it were a boy and Amelia if the baby were a girl.
I grasped my cock and stroked myself, needing some kind of relief from this fucked up shit.
I forced myself to focus and pretend like Ro was just on tour. That she was safe and making love to Anson.
I stroked faster.
Truth be told, I liked watching her fuck Klaus and Anson. I liked it when they watched me fuck her.
But really, I liked to watch most.
I liked to see her head thrown back as Klaus ate her pussy or watch her suck Anson deep into her throat.
Maybe it was a kink.
I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. All I knew was that it worked for all of us, and I was happy.
I stroked myself faster. In my mind, I kissed my way down her body, stopping at her perfect tits and lavishing them both with my lips.
She moaned my name softly.
My breathing picked up as I pushed deep into her pussy in my imagination.
She gripped my shoulders tightly, her eyes wide as she stared up at me.
I thrust into her tight pussy hard and fast before slowing and grinding deep inside her just the way she liked.
“Evan,” she moaned my name. “Mm, please.”
I rutted deep into her, making her cry out as she came.
“Fuck. God,” I groaned, my release jetting from my cock as I exploded. I jerked until I was spent, then let my head rest against the wet tiles.
I cried softly, whispering her name like a prayer.
“Please, baby, come home to me,” I cried. “Please. I’ll do anything.”
And it was true. I really fucking would. Anything she wanted would be hers. She just needed to fall into my arms safely, and I was putty in her hands.
I settledinto my seat at the pizza joint we were in. Giodi’s was packed, so we tried a place Frank suggested. Anson said he’d been there before and it was decent, so we headed over.
“Chairs are fucking small,” Klaus muttered. “Come on.”
We followed him from the table we’d been at to a large booth in the back and settled in.
“That’s better,” he mumbled.
“This place used to be busy,” Anson commented, looking around as he slid in next to me.
