I smiled at that. Cole rarely cooked, but he did make good eggs. Everything else was a disaster, even his sandwiches most of the time.
“He sure loves her,” Evan murmured.
“He does,” I agreed softly. “He has everything he’s always wanted.”
Evan was quiet for a moment before speaking. “Right back at you, E.”
He left me standing on the balcony. I watched as he went to Rosalie and kissed her deeply before pulling away, gripping her face, and turning her to Cole. Cole wasted no time claiming her lips. A small smile touched Evan’s face.
It was almost like having Fox back.
Almost.
53
KLAUS
“Oh fuck,” I groaned as Rosalie rode my dick. I had her to myself at the moment and was taking full advantage of it. Evan forced the guys to leave us for a few hours, then offered to pay for pizza and beer.
Anson and Ryder were easy to bribe, but Cole was hesitant. I had yet to see his dick in action and had considered letting him stay and play around while I watched, but Evan forced him out the door.
I had to hand it to Cole Scott. He loved our girl. I always thought he was a little prick asshole, but he’d stepped up recently, and I was sure he was officially joining us.
We were giving him the time he needed and had collectively decided that he needed to make a choice before the babies were born. It seemed like plenty of time.
I stared up in awe at my wife as she rocked on my cock, her perfect as fuck tits bouncing, and my name softly rolling off her tongue.
Wife.
I had to pinch myself because how the hell did I even get here?
“Klaus,” she rasped as she dug her nails deep into my chest. I groaned at the move and jutted my hips up to meet her sweet pussy.
“Come for me, baby.” I gripped her hips tightly and drove hard and fast into her.
She was coming undone within moments, her head thrown back as her pussy hugged my dick.
I followed, letting out a feral groan, my release jetting out and filling her.
Breathless, she collapsed onto my chest, and I raked my fingers through her curls.
“You’re amazing,” I murmured. “My perfect wife.”
“Mm, my perfect husband.”
I chuckled at that, then went silent and just held her, my cock still embedded deep inside her body.
“Are you happy, Rosalie?”
She shifted and looked at me before tracing her fingers along my lips.
“Yes,” she whispered. “You make me happy.”
I studied her pretty face for a moment. “A lot of people don’t think I should be with you.”
She raised her brows at my statement. I’d heard it a lot over the years.
You’re too old for her. You did terrible things in your past. You don’t deserve happiness. Look what you did to your sons! How can you even know what love is? What about all the people you’ve killed?
