It took him a moment, but he finally did it.
I was met with that familiar blue but also that new milky white. His bottom lip trembled as he stared back at me. Rosalie kissed his neck, making his lashes flutter and his breathing pick up.
“So pretty,” I murmured before leaning in closer and brushing my lips against his. “You’ve always been so damn beautiful, Foxy.”
A tear snaked down his cheek, and I kissed him again. I didn’t think he’d kiss me back, but finally his lips parted for me, and I took the chance to deepen it.
Back when it was just us four with Rosalie, it was our normal to show our love and affection with a kiss during sex with our girl.
I wouldn’t allow that shit to change for anything.
Foxy was mine then. He was mine now.
When you were with me and my girl, you belonged to me. It was a hill I was willing to die on. A hill I would kill for.
“Perfect. Just like I remember,” I whispered against Evan’s soft lips.
The smallest of smiles touched his lips as I pulled away before his mouth was on Rosalie’s and he was moving faster.
He was getting comfortable.
I rocked into Rosalie faster. Harder. Chasing the orgasm I’d been desperate to have.
She came first, calling out both our names as Evan and I both fought for her lips.
And then I was coming, Evan’s cock pulsing against mine.
“Oh my fucking days, good golly, holy fuck,” I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as I pumped my load into Rosalie’s pussy.
Completely spent, I kissed Rosalie a final time before pulling out and rolling onto my back.
Evan found my hand and twined his fingers with mine as Rosalie snuggled against him, his cock still inside her.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “For this.”
“Anything for you, Foxy,” I answered.
I sat up on my elbow and leaned into him before kissing away another tear that had fallen down his cheek.
“Love you,” I murmured before cradling Rosalie’s face and kissing her. “Both of you. So fucking much. Thank you for letting me come home.”
“You were always meant to be here,” Evan whispered, his long lashes shuttered closed and a smile on his face as Rosalie started moving on him again.
I grinned, my dick still hard.
Fuck it. I was game for round two.
57
RYDER
“When are you leaving?” I asked Cole as I made dinner.
He raised his brows at me, making a fuck of a mess as he attempted to help. He had tomato mush all over the damn place.
“What’s wrong, Romano? Don’t want to watch me fuck our girl and put you to shame?”
“No, dicktip, I’m wondering because Rosalie was talking to Evan about going to stay a weekend with you and taking Ellis.” I’d overheard the conversation only moments ago in the bedroom. I didn’t like it when Rosalie was away, but I definitely hated it when Ellis was gone too. It put me on edge, especially since we were in Chicago where I’d been attacked for opening the damn door. It didn’t seem safe to me just yet.
