“You’re such an idiot.” Anson laughed softly. “Come on, man. You know you want her. Just try. You know her. She’s not going to throw you out on your ass. If she doesn’t feel the same, then you know. Living in this limbo shit ain’t it, brother.”
“Do it, or I’ll do it for you,” Klaus said, right to the point like always.
“Don’t you dare, man,” I replied, my heart thundering. Klaus was crazy enough to do it too. Fucking German asshole. I loved him, but fuck.
He raised his brows at me. “Try me.”
I sighed and shook my head. “I just… I’ll see, OK?”
“Better than pussying out completely,” Evan muttered, smirking at me.
“I can’t believe you’re so open to sharing your wife,” I said, eyeing him. We all knew how deep his relationship with Rosalie was.
“I love her,” he replied simply. “And I have her. If you make her happy too, then I want that for her.”
I sighed. I hated that he was such a nice guy. It would make shit so much easier on me if he’d just punch me in the face and tell me to go fuck myself and that he’d pop out my eyes if I looked at her again.
“This is amazing, Red,” I said, biting into the French toast.
She beamed at me, her cheeks pink. I loved how flushed she got with compliments.
“Watch it,” Cole murmured, sliding in next to me when Rosalie turned to go back to flipping more pancakes. “She’s mine, not fucking yours.”
“Not yet,” I muttered. I didn’t know why I said it because I told myself no, but I figured it was just to fuck with him.
He stiffened next to me.
“What would you do if she decided she wanted me, Scott? Huh?” I whispered.
He glared at me.
“I’ll tell you what you’d do. You’d accept it. Then you’d fuck her with me.”
He tightened his hand on his fork as I smirked at him and raised my brows.
“Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll make you feel good too. Heard you’re a submissive little bitch in the sack.”
His face reddened, and he opened his mouth, but I winked at him as Rosalie turned with fresh pancakes.
He snapped his mouth closed and stuffed French toast in, his hands visibly shaking.
I had no idea if he was a submissive little bitch, but his reaction said maybe I was right. It wasn’t like Anson kissed and told me shit. All I knew was that they were together with Rosalie, and now Anson was praying the baby was his.
“Good morning,” Enzo muttered, coming into the kitchen. I watched as he went to the coffee pot, but it didn’t slip past me the way he quickly brushed his fingers against Rosalie’s as he passed.
That was an interesting development.
No other contact was given, so maybe I just imagined it, and he definitely didn’t speak to her right away.
“How long will you be staying with Ryder?” Enzo asked.
“Um.” Rosalie looked at me, then at Cole. “I think three days, then Evan and Ellis will be here. I’ll be back for the weekend since Cole has it off. Right?”
“Yes. All weekend. I get my favorite girls,” Cole said, grinning at her.
I grunted, a twinge of jealousy rising deep within me.
“I’ll also be sure to pop in and visit if you’d give me the address,” Cole said.
