Page 218 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Why don’t you pull up your best memory of her in your head and jerk off with me? It’ll almost be real,” I said.
I thought he’d tell me I was nuts and to shut the fuck up and sleep, but instead, his hand moved to his cock.
I watched his dick harden as he stroked himself slowly. I followed, closing my eyes as I pulled up a memory from when I’d gotten to take Rosalie away for the weekend a few months ago. It seemed like forever ago now.
I stroked faster, feeling Enzo jostling his cock next to me as he replayed his favorite moment with her.
In my mind, she was riding me, her perfect tits bouncing as her tight little pussy hugged my cock.
I gripped her hips tightly, in awe of how beautiful she was. How perfect. How much I could love a single person.
“I love you, Rosebud. Fuck, baby,” I groaned as she moved faster on my dick.
“Cole. God. I love you, too,” she moaned, her movements growing uneven as her orgasm plowed into her.
Because of me. Because of my cock. I made her do that.
Fuck, yes.
I came with her, calling out her name as I filled her pussy. She jerked on top of me, her small body trembling as she came down.
She collapsed on my chest, and I held her tightly.
I moaned her name softly as my load erupted onto my abs moments later.
I hadn’t blown in for-fucking-ever. It felt good. Bittersweet.
Fuck, I missed her.
I looked over to Enzo to see if he was still going. A moment later, he was groaning, his come jetting from his cock as he came. His strokes slowed until he just lay there, breathing hard.
“I miss her,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I miss her so much.”
“I know, brother.” I got up, went into the bathroom, and cleaned myself. I brought back a washcloth for Enzo and tossed it to him. He wiped his abs and threw the washcloth onto the floor as I climbed back into bed.
“It feels wrong to not be with her,” he said into the silence. “Like something is missing. Her and Fox. I-I wish… fuck.” He let out a soft sob, his body shaking.
I scooted closer and hugged him as he cried. I hadn’t seen him really break down over her being gone.
“Please don’t hate me too. I’m trying. I’m trying to fix things,” he said.
“I know. I know you are,” I replied, holding him. “We got this. We do, brother. We do.”
“I know. I-I’ll be OK if she only wants you and E back. I will,” he said thickly. “I’ll be happy. I don’t deserve her anyway. I’ve thought that for a long time.”
“You do deserve her,” I said. “She’s our endgame.”
“She is,” he said, his cries quieting. “She’s our forever.”
We didn’t say anything after that. Instead, we fell asleep, holding each other like it would make a difference.
It was better than nothing.
SIXTY-NINE
ANSON
Ifrowned as I stared down at the image of Rosalie and Ryder on her social media.
