I didn’t like that. I didn’t want him to think he had to be uncomfortable with me. It was me. His brother. I loved the fuck out of him.
“I’ll be right back.” I kissed Rosalie again before pulling out and sliding off the bed.
I went to Evan and sank to my knees in front of him.
“Hey,” I said softly. “I’d really like for you to join us.”
He stared back at me wordlessly, his aviator sunglasses in place, black beanie on, and fully clothed.
“Evan?” I tried again.
Still nothing.
“I’ve missed sharing this with you. I would really fucking like it if you made love to our girl with me… brother.” I swallowed hard.
His hand twitched.
Fuck it. If he punched me, then I’d suffer the consequences.
I reached for his belt, and when he didn’t knock my ass out, I unbuckled it before unbuttoning his pants.
I was just about to pull his dick out when he grabbed my wrist. I stared at him, wondering if he was going to punch me now.
“I… can’t,” he said, his voice shaking.
“Why?” I frowned at him.
“My body. I just… I don’t want you to see me.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you look like,” I said. “I have loved you since we were kids. A few tattoos aren’t going to change that. Have you seen E and Enzo? I’d still pull their cocks out for them?—”
“No. It’s the scars,” he mumbled.
I blinked at him. “The scars?”
“The underground fucked me up, brother.”
My heart ached for him. We’d gone through similar with E, but he’d come a long way since then. Of course, it did prevent him from getting off most of the time and was likely one of the reasons he wasn’t fucking Rosalie right now, but I planned on working on that with him.
“Evan, it’s me. It’s Cole. I’m not going to fucking judge you, man. I want to do this with you. I fucking miss you. I miss us, brother.”
He said nothing, his hand shaking as he continued to hold my wrist.
“Please. Trust me?” I asked softly. “I swear to you nothing beneath your clothes is going to change how I feel. I love you. I do. Please, Evan. Do this with me and our girl.”
He released my hand but didn’t move to remove any clothing, so I said fuck it and reached for him again.
When he didn’t stop me, I got closer and managed to get his t-shirt off. I stared down at all the tatted planes of muscles. Rosalie stayed on the mattress, watching us.
Carefully, I reached out and ran my hands along his scarred and tatted abs before I made my way to his pants. He shifted after a moment of hesitation and let me get them off him with his boxers. I stared down at his big old cock.
I could see the faint scarring on his thighs like E had. I took his dick in hand and gave him a stroke, noting the bead of precum that beaded out. He flinched, his body tense as I stroked him.
“Beautiful, Foxy,” I whispered. “You’re beautiful.”
“Cole… Don’t.” His voice was choked.
“You will always be beautiful to me,” I whispered in his ear, our bare chests pressed against one another. “You are always Foxy to me.”
