We fell onto his bed, a tangle of arms and soft laughter despite the shitty turn of events for the evening. I was concerned about what was happening downstairs, but I needed to get away. Ethan was the perfect escape.
He thrust into me in one fluid motion, making me claw at his back.
“Imagine Anthony is down there bitching Enzo out from one end of the dining room to the next about marriage while I’m up here fucking his fiancée.” He nipped my bottom lip before kissing his way to my breasts. He sucked against a hardened nipple as I moaned his name softly.
“You’re so dirty,” I choked out.
He let out a soft laugh before picking up his pace, his dick making my eyes roll back as he hit the spot that made me want to scream his name.
I came with a soft cry against his lips, him following right behind me with his low, feral groan and a breathless grunt.
He slowed to a stop and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips.
“Sorry it was so short, sweetheart. The moment you started talking dirty to me and telling me to fuck you, I sort of lost it.”
I smiled up at him.
“I love it however you give it to me.”
He chuckled and rolled off me before he dragged me against his body. I snuggled against him, feeling a little less stressed.
Gently, he twined his fingers with mine.
“It’ll be OK,” he murmured. “I’m worried too, but it’ll be OK. You won’t have to do all that shit. Enzo won’t make you. He may make a big show of it in front of his father, but I know him. He loves you more than anything and will do what you want to do. He knows what this all means to you and to us.”
“It’s just really frustrating. I like Anthony, but Enzo always tends to fall to his knees with every demand. It scares me.”
“I know, but it’ll be OK.”
“And if it’s not?”
“It will be.” He pressed a fierce kiss to the top of my head. “I’ll kick his ass if it isn’t.”
I smiled at that and wiggled against him.
“Oh, sweetheart, I love you so much. I can’t wait until we come out on the other side of all this shit.”
“Me either,” I agreed softly, raking my fingers along the defined lines of his abs.
“Faith, OK?” He held his pinky finger up for me.
I hooked mine with his.
“Faith,” I agreed, my voice quiet.
It was really all we had these days. That and love. If Ethan said it was enough, then it was enough for me.
Ethan never lied to me.
FORTY-THREE
COLE
Iwas pissed. Ethan had done exactly what I wanted to do and taken Rosalie upstairs. I kept casting forlorn looks to the doorway, hoping for an escape. I was going to give him hell because he hadn’t called me to come up to help him.
I didn’t even care what he needed help with. I just didn’t want to be finishing an awkward engagement dinner with the De Lucas and a pissed off Fox. He’d told me he was frustrated in the kitchen. To be fair, I was too. Enzo getting Rosalie first to have a baby with? Fuck no.
The moment we were able to dig into that bag of shit, we definitely were because there wasn’t a way in hell that I was giving up having my baby with Rosalie first. It’s all I fucking wanted in this world.
