𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

33 | Promises You Can't Keep

I drove Y/N and I back home after the gala and being as hungover as we were, I could barely keep my eyes open and Y/N slept majority of the trip. It was dark by the time we got home and I was exhausted, Y/N was full of energy though; the perks of sleeping off the hangover.

"So thinking about dinner, we can order in?" She said enthusiastically, putting her suitcase away and looking over at me flopped on the bed, on the verge of falling asleep. I nodded softly, humming and closing my eyes.

"Order my usual, I need a quick nap," I yawned. I had changed into clean pajamas as soon as we got home, as did she. That was one of the little habits I picked up from Y/N; wearing loungewear. I used to spend my rare days off from work filling my time anywhere but at home. I was always busy. I guess I didn't know work life balance until Witness Protection. And Y/N.

She actually bought me my first pair of pajamas since I was a kid. I used to just get home, shower and sleep naked. I only owned one pair of sweatpants and then for Witness Protection I figured I should buy some casual clothes. For the record, I mostly still sleep naked unless it's winter but I definitely walk around the house in sweatpants.

"No don't sleep now, you'll get your sleeping pattern all messed up for when you need to sleep tonight," she whined, her voice growing louder as I felt her get on the bed next to me.

"I don't have a sleeping pattern Darling, you know that. Half my work is done when the city sleeps," I groaned, still with my eyes closed.

"What if I keep you awake?" She cooed in my ear, leading me to think she was going to make coffee or touch me. The trail of kisses under my ear and down my neck led me to assume the latter.

"Y/N I'm so hungover from last night, just wake me when dinner gets here," I mumbled, desperately wanting to sleep.

"Say stop and I'll stop," she taunted, slipping her hand into my sweat pants and wrapping her slender fingers around my cock. Fuck. She knows exactly how to get to me. Or any man for that matter.

"I need sleep," I whined.

"Like I said, say stop and I will," she said before I felt her lips pressed gently against the tip, gaining a gasp to fall from my mouth as I was too aroused now to have her stop. But I'm stubborn, I don't want her winning. I'm also hard now so I lose automatically.

I sat up and frowned at her jokingly, her body now leant over my hips as she held my cock to her lips. I shook my head, she knew she was playing dirty by bringing dick into the competition. I couldn't say no.

She tapped the tip against her tongue, looking up at me and asking me if I still wanted to sleep. If she wants to play this game, I'll play it back.

"You've woken me up now, but I'm not reciprocating the favour," I teased, pushing her hair out of her face and pulling it back into a ponytail I could grip.

"This is just about you right now, I don't need anything Tom," she said slowly taking my length into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the tip. Fuck me. She's good.

I groaned as I exhaled, feeling her tongue pressed against the underside and her cheeks hollowed out along the sides around me as she started to dip her head up and down.

Honestly, I came pretty much a minute after she started playing with my balls. Like, I'm not ashamed to say that she's fucking good and I'm a sucker for that.

And you know what? I'm definitely awake now.

The adrenaline of an impromptu blowjob was enough to keep me awake throughout dinner where we binged a few episodes of the tv show we've started together and shared Thai food. We paused when I got a text from Haz:

HAZ
*image*
This looks like a dick

TOM
You're a child

TOM
But it totally does

TOM
What is that anyway?

HAZ
Idk some Chinese logo
on this container

TOM
Wait where are you

HAZ
The docks. The coke shipment
was due in today, I'm making
sure it's all clean

Fuck, the cocaine shipment that Pedro told Haz about with the same keychain as Y/N's accident is tonight. I have to be there. It's not a coincidence the same keychain was found at Y/N's crime scene and on the keys. Something is up. I need to be there.

"Darling, I need to go take care of something, I have a feeling that Haz is going to get into some sort of trouble tonight," I said getting off the couch quickly and grabbing my car keys from the entry way table. She followed after me, nervous about my safety if I was concerned Haz was in trouble.

"Wait Tom, promise me you come home safe tonight, I'll make sure there's a tea waiting for you before bed," she said worriedly, meeting me at the front door.

"I can't make promises I can't keep Y/N," I said disappointingly. I desperately wanted to tel her everything was going to be okay. That I could paint her a picture of sunshine and rainbows but that's something I've seen too many times in my line of work.

I kissed Y/N's forehead before giving her a small smile; she knew that I couldn't guarantee my safety in the mafia, it just hurt to hear.

"Kiss me properly before you leave then," She said chuckling, holding each side of my face and pressing her lips against mine.

"Don't stay up for me okay? I don't want you worrying," I called out, heading to my car parked out the front.

My head was spinning and I could only focus on getting to Haz as quickly as possible, but I heard her call out after me saying that she loved me before the door slammed shut and I started the engine.

I pressed my fingertips to my lips and pointed them towards her blowing a kiss as I drove off. I'm sorry Y/N but Haz needs me. This is what my job is like. Maybe this is all in my head and it's a normal coke shipment but my instincts are more often right than wrong. Maybe if this all ends up okay, it will give me a lead on who's been staying at the El Paradiso hotel; on who drove into Y/N.

What I was more certain about though, was that I needed to make sure I got home tonight, I need Y/N to know I love her too.