His Soft Spot

{Forty Seven}

Bold is flashbacks

I really like our new place. Like a lot. It's so peaceful. It's been a couple of weeks and everything has been going perfect.

I sat crossed legged on the counter, sports bra and shorts, a little hot from my work out, drinking my iced coffee. I don't drink smoothies likes others, they give me brain freezes.

There is a gym on the main floor and I love it. It's big, and has a lot of equipment. But of course I still miss rubbing track and my waterfall. Dante said we can still drive out there though, the forest, if I wanted.

Dante came up to me, only shorts on galore, and kissed me. "Dante- I have coffee breath." I mumbled.

"Don't care." He said, then this man took my iced coffee. Mine. From my hand and took a drink from it. My iced coffee. "What's that look for."

"Eventually I won't be able to drink caffeine so don't steal my baby." I took the drink back from him and he chuckled as I stuck my tongue out. "Oh my god- you know what I was thinking?! I almost died two times!"

"What? When?" He asked.

"Well once when I was shot, and then again when I was kidnapped! I literally died then came back to life! Does that make me a saint or something?!"

"Okay, I think that's enough coffee for you." He took my cup away from me. "Okay, I seriously have to get going now baby." He said and I huffed. "I'm going to go change." He has to go back to the other stupid house and get files and boring shit, and I'm staying here. And he's going to be gone for hours. I have work to do too, but I'm just going to pout the whole time he is gone.

He went up the stairs and I grabbed my coffee again, finished it up, then hopped off the counter and threw out the cup. Dante came back down in jeans and a sweater, grabbed his keys and kissed my forehead, then left.

I went upstairs and took a quick shower then pulled on sweatpants and a cropped top, grabbed my computer and went downstairs, sitting down on the couch and begging to type on numbers for some drug case Dante's men did a week ago.

Milo was sprawled on the floor, dead asleep. I wish I was him right now. As I was working on the sheet, a notification popped up on my phone, for my monthly cycle. It sounds dumb but it works. And I should be expecting any time now.

Guess no 'in the moment' this week. I've already had six of those anyways.

"Fuck imma cum kitten." Dante groaned, his grip tightening on my waist.

"Pull out." I managed to squeak out, I was on the edge too. He did and began to stroke himself till white cum came beading out of him, onto my torso, his fingers roamed down to clit, rubbing it teasingly, he gave me permission, and I came.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled after both of our breathing went down.

"Why are you sorry?" He asked, I pulled his shirt onto me, he pulled his boxers on and got onto the bed with me.

"I wanted you to... pull out again." I sighed.

"It's fine baby, this is a big decision for you. I don't mind at all." He kissed my forehead and I leaned against him. "We got all the time in the world."

I typed the type of drug, code number, and value into each box. This is so boring. How long has Dante been gone? I looked at the time. 30 minutes. I grabbed my phone and called him. He should be back soon.

He answered after the first ring. God I love him. "Hi Cherry."

"Hi baby." It was like I could feel his smile through the phone.