“Rosebud?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you maybe want to come stay at my place this weekend? I thought maybe we could be together.”
“We’re together now,” she said, setting her guitar aside.
“I know, but I want to be alone with you for a night.”
She stood and came to me. I stared up at her before she straddled my lap. My breath hitched in my chest.
“You’re alone with me right now, Scott. What are you going to do with me?”
“Fuck, Rosebud,” I husked out, gripping her hips tightly. “I want to fuck you so hard that I leave another baby inside you.”
She chuckled at that before brushing her lips against mine.
My cock was ready to fucking go.
“Can I fuck you, baby?”
“Mm, yes.”
I crushed my lips against hers and tangled my fingers in her hair. She kissed me back with wild abandon, and I jutted my hips up so she could feel how hard I was for her.
Before I could take it further, the locks on the front door clicked, and the door swung open.
Evan stomped in, pulling a little red wagon of groceries. He eyed us quickly from behind his sunglasses as I jerked away from Rosalie.
“Having fun?” he asked, closing the door behind him.
“I’m sorry,” I started, feeling foolish. I was still struggling with the entire Evan/Fox thing. One minute shit felt good, then the next, it was off.
I didn’t want to overstep either because Evan was definitely not Foxy anymore.
“Why?” Evan stared me down. “She’s your girl too, right?”
“Right,” I muttered.
“Where’s Ry?” Rosalie asked, helping to end the awkwardness.
“Trent called. Wanted him to grab a beer, so he went with him. Sends his love and said he’ll be back later.” Evan said nothing else and went on to put the groceries away. Rosalie leaned in and kissed me again, but I couldn’t fuck her in front of him. Not now. It felt… wrong.
I wanted Foxy back. It was killing me to know he was an arm’s length away, but just so fucking gone.
I wanted him to join Rosebud and me. I wanted our old life back, for fuck’s sake.
“I can’t,” I whispered against her lips.
She paused and frowned at me. “Did I do something wrong?”
“What? God no, Rosebud. Fuck, you’re perfect. I just think we shouldn’t.”
She stared at me for a moment before catching on. Then she smiled before pecking me on the lips and sliding off my lap. I sighed in frustration. My dick was still hard.
Fuck, I wanted her pussy so bad.
I breathed out and told myself later. And that maybe she’d stay the weekend with me.
