Page 98 of When We Fall: Part One

THIRTY-FOUR

ROSALIE

The front door banged open, startling Cotton and me as we watched TV in the living room. Immediately, I was on my feet with Cotton in my arms, fear rushing through me.

Before I could make it two steps out of the room to hide in case it was an intruder, Fox appeared, holding Ethan up.

“What’s wrong?” I placed Cotton on the couch and went to them, my heart thrumming hard.

“He’s wasted,” Fox grunted.

“Upstairs,” I said immediately. “My room.”

I did my best to help Fox take Ethan upstairs. Once we were in my room, I stripped him down to his boxers as he sat on the bed.

His head was hanging, and he was mumbling incoherently.

“What’s he wasted on?” I asked tightly, old memories of when he used street drugs rushing through my mind.

“Several large doses of sugar,” Fox answered, an edge to his voice. “He was having a meltdown and took a lot to avoid the situation.”

Ethan’s hands landed on my waist, startling me. I stared down at him momentarily before raking my fingers through hishair. He let out a soft moan before he fumbled to push my short nightgown up.

“Ethan,” I murmured gently. “Hey.”

“I’ma fuck you,” he slurred out. “So hard. Show ’em I love only you.”

“E, man.” Fox reached for him, but Ethan batted his hand away.

“This pussy is mine,” Ethan continued in a slur. “This woman. This body. These tits.”

He was definitely not himself. I looked to Fox, worried in my heart about my sweet Ethan.

“He just took too much,” Fox answered my look in a soft voice. “I’ll get him some water; hopefully, he’ll drink it and flush a lot out of his system.”

I looked back to Ethan as he shoved my underwear down my legs before he kissed along my pubic bone.

I let out a soft cry as he licked up my pussy before he completely buried his face in me.

“E-Ethan. No. Stop. You need to rest?—”

My words were cut off as he pulled away and tugged me onto the bed. I tried to scramble away from him, knowing he wasn’t in his right mind, but he fumbled for me and dragged me back to him, his face buried between my legs as I squirmed beneath his expert tongue.

Fox came back into the room with a glass of water, placed it on the bedside table, and then slid in next to us.

“Let him do this,” Fox murmured, his fingers twining with mine. “He needs to feel in control. If you want, that is.”

I nodded, OK with anything Ethan needed.

His tongue flicked against my clit before he sucked and teased me, coaxing an orgasm slowly out. My chest heaved as I came in his mouth, earning a soft groan from him at his accomplishment.

“Good girl, Rosie,” Fox said softly. “Let him have it. Give it to him.”

Ethan wasted no time moving up my body and crashing his lips against mine, the taste of what we’d done on his tongue.

With one hand, he freed his dick and pushed into me, his groan soft and needy against my lips.

“What do I have to do?” he choked out, railing in and out of me so fast the headboard banged against the wall. “To prove to them I love you? That you’re mine?” His tears dropped onto my face as he fucked me hard, Fox’s hand clutching mine. “Tell me? Do I need to put my baby inside you, Rosalie? Is that what I have to do? I don’t want children, but I’ll do it if it means proving I only want you. I’ll do it.”