Eli was always razzed for being the soft heart of the family. It’s not easy being a Sterling brother and known as the softie. He has to walk away from Chloe again, and if he thought the first time was hard, he has no idea what he’s about to face.
His hand runs down her long dark hair, savoring every touch. Nothing will ever compare to having Chloe again. Her cheek is pressed against his chest as she cuddles up next to him and finishes watching her damn show. Eli tries to focus on his phone and the emails he needs to respond to.
Dax and Kam make it hard to concentrate, blowing up his phone with texts and fucking pictures that would make any man blow his load. They’ve found a honey pot somewhere in L.A. with women draping all over them, and even some action photos. Eli can’t count on his fingers and toes how many times he’s seen Dax’s cock being sucked on via still shots. The man has enough pictures to create his own scrapbook. He’s beginning to think Dax’s cock should be considered a national monument.
Eli’s fingers quickly peck out a text telling them to fuck off. His brothers know it’s his way of passing. Eli passes on a lot of his brothers’ excursions. Although he’s not a saint, and has participated in several hotel fucking sessions. It’s the way he became a Mr. Right Now. But during every fuck, suck, and lick, Chloe was on his mind.
Eli’s eyes focus down on her raven locks. His heart misses the blonde ones that used to cover her head. His heart also misses the two naïve, in love teens they once were. He’s distracted by something wet dripping down on his chest.
“Chloe.”
Her hand brushes over her cheeks a couple times then lands back on his chest, making swirly patterns in the tears.
“Are you crying, baby?”
“No.”
“Then what’s going on?” He brushes Chloe’s bangs from her eyes, pinning them back with his fingers. He cranes his neck forward trying to get a peek of her facial expression, but she’s doing a damn good job of keeping it a secret. Her tears are the only indicator of her grief.
“It’s a sad movie.” Her voice is riddled by her overwhelming emotions, causing each word to come out as a gasp.
“Baby.” Eli tries tilting her face up toward his, but Chloe fights him, keeping safely tucked into him.
“It’s sad. He loved her so much he’d never leave her, even after death.”
“What the fuck are you watching?”
Her voice is barely a whisper. “Ghost.”
“Well, turn that shit off.”
“No.” Chloe pops up from Eli’s chest. “It’s my favorite movie and I…”
Eli pulls her up into his lap and forces her to face him. “I’m here, baby. Stop torturing yourself.”
“But you don’t love me enough to stay, do you?”
Motherfucker, can she really read me that closely? She knew his thoughts down to a science. She knows deep down Eli can’t stay and they’ll never work, but it’s what both of them want. Fuck the universe and the powers trying to fuck up their lives.
“Do you hear me?” he asks again.
“I hear you, but don’t trust you.”
“Well, quit watching this fucking shit. It’s ridiculous.”
Chloe’s lips grace Eli’s. “I know it’s easy to walk away from me, but know I’d never do that to you. It hurts my heart that you can’t just love.”
“Change the fucking movie now.” He lifts her to a standing position and sets her on her feet. It breaks his heart when she walks away from him and begins fumbling with the TV. He knows that she knows he’ll walk again, and it fucking sucks to see the love of his life live with that burden.
“Better?” he asks as she crawls over his chest and cuddles right back into him.
“No, but I guess I’ll take what I can get.”
Some shit show comes on with an elderly lady and flashbacks from current to past, and Eli knows Chloe hasn’t endured any better situation than the one playing out on the screen. He lets her lie on his chest and silently work out whatever she
His hand runs down her long dark hair, savoring every touch. Nothing will ever compare to having Chloe again. Her cheek is pressed against his chest as she cuddles up next to him and finishes watching her damn show. Eli tries to focus on his phone and the emails he needs to respond to.
Dax and Kam make it hard to concentrate, blowing up his phone with texts and fucking pictures that would make any man blow his load. They’ve found a honey pot somewhere in L.A. with women draping all over them, and even some action photos. Eli can’t count on his fingers and toes how many times he’s seen Dax’s cock being sucked on via still shots. The man has enough pictures to create his own scrapbook. He’s beginning to think Dax’s cock should be considered a national monument.
Eli’s fingers quickly peck out a text telling them to fuck off. His brothers know it’s his way of passing. Eli passes on a lot of his brothers’ excursions. Although he’s not a saint, and has participated in several hotel fucking sessions. It’s the way he became a Mr. Right Now. But during every fuck, suck, and lick, Chloe was on his mind.
Eli’s eyes focus down on her raven locks. His heart misses the blonde ones that used to cover her head. His heart also misses the two naïve, in love teens they once were. He’s distracted by something wet dripping down on his chest.
“Chloe.”
Her hand brushes over her cheeks a couple times then lands back on his chest, making swirly patterns in the tears.
“Are you crying, baby?”
“No.”
“Then what’s going on?” He brushes Chloe’s bangs from her eyes, pinning them back with his fingers. He cranes his neck forward trying to get a peek of her facial expression, but she’s doing a damn good job of keeping it a secret. Her tears are the only indicator of her grief.
“It’s a sad movie.” Her voice is riddled by her overwhelming emotions, causing each word to come out as a gasp.
“Baby.” Eli tries tilting her face up toward his, but Chloe fights him, keeping safely tucked into him.
“It’s sad. He loved her so much he’d never leave her, even after death.”
“What the fuck are you watching?”
Her voice is barely a whisper. “Ghost.”
“Well, turn that shit off.”
“No.” Chloe pops up from Eli’s chest. “It’s my favorite movie and I…”
Eli pulls her up into his lap and forces her to face him. “I’m here, baby. Stop torturing yourself.”
“But you don’t love me enough to stay, do you?”
Motherfucker, can she really read me that closely? She knew his thoughts down to a science. She knows deep down Eli can’t stay and they’ll never work, but it’s what both of them want. Fuck the universe and the powers trying to fuck up their lives.
“Do you hear me?” he asks again.
“I hear you, but don’t trust you.”
“Well, quit watching this fucking shit. It’s ridiculous.”
Chloe’s lips grace Eli’s. “I know it’s easy to walk away from me, but know I’d never do that to you. It hurts my heart that you can’t just love.”
“Change the fucking movie now.” He lifts her to a standing position and sets her on her feet. It breaks his heart when she walks away from him and begins fumbling with the TV. He knows that she knows he’ll walk again, and it fucking sucks to see the love of his life live with that burden.
“Better?” he asks as she crawls over his chest and cuddles right back into him.
“No, but I guess I’ll take what I can get.”
Some shit show comes on with an elderly lady and flashbacks from current to past, and Eli knows Chloe hasn’t endured any better situation than the one playing out on the screen. He lets her lie on his chest and silently work out whatever she
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