Vegas and Pete love each other, but life isn't that simple. Struggling between their painful past, their strong personalities, their intrusive families and the daily pressures of gangster life, they try to build their relationship little by little...
As always I feel rise up the urge to see him, to hug him tight, to put my hand on his cheek, to draw the contours of his face with my thumb, the contours of his lips...
- I tell him:
- I'm coming.
And hurry to get my car.
Pete
On my way back I'm lost in my thoughts "It's more complicated than I imagined. If he was a little thug it would have been easy to manage but now I can't help feeling sad for this guy. First his parents who are shot, maybe in front of his eyes so that he loses his memory. After the only other person he is attached also dies murdered. I shake my head "Aaaarh stop thinking about it".
All that's nothing compared to the little voice that tells me "You're going to lie to Vegas, you're going to lie to Vegas".
I feel a heavy weight on my shoulders and my heart. I take comfort in the thought that I lie for his own good but it's the first time since we've been together that I'm going to hide something from him and it really weighs on me.
As soon as I fix the thing I will tell him everything and I hope he will forgive me.
I have to please him tonight. Something romantic to show him how much I love him. After thinking for a while I wonder what he would want to do with me, apart from spending the evening in bed of course.
I remember when he told me that the day after our first night he took the time to look up a recipe for a spicy southern dish on the web and cook it. His heart had been broken when his father knocked the plate over in anger before hitting him again.
Last night we couldn't help ourselves. The long weeks aparts without sex had been too cruel and we couldn't wait any longer because of repressed desire.
But tonight I want us to redo this dish together. I stopped to shop and bought him something less spicy in case he couldn't eat it.
When I get home he's not there yet. I set everything up on the worktop. I can't help but blush every time my eyes fall on the place where last night we made love.
Ahh Vegas is so hot! Even though I don't have much experience I trust my guts he really is a god in bed. My body still remembers all his caresses, all the places where he put his mouth, the softness of the nubs of his tongue on my body. My cheeks are hot thinking about the double dragon (that's the affectionate nickname I give to his cock in my head) and the fire he lights inside me every time.
I use a glass of water to wait for him and to calm myself down.
Vegas
As I drove home I thought. How am I going to hide this from Pete? Usually he immediately guesses what is going on in my head. When I'm happy, when I'm sad, when I'm embarrassed, when I want him... It's Pete's generosity, his whole being is devoted to me, he sees what's going on or not and always has the appropriate response: a caress, a kiss, a hug.
Since we've been together, he's been healing all the wounds in my heart one by one.
I don't lie to him, I just don't tell him so he won't worry about me or Kinn and Porsche.
I pass by a flower shop and immediately brake to park. I want to show him how much I love him and the happiness of every moment that I have been living since he came into my life.
When I get home my heart pounds, I hold myself back from running to the door. I enter the house and I shout:
- Peeete!
- I'm in the kitchen, he answers
I walk into the kitchen and find him sitting there, cheeks rosy and a big smile on his face. As I walk up to him, I pull out the bouquet of red roses I bought and hand it to him. He gets up and runs over to me. In two steps we joined, I take him in my arms and hug him tight.
- I missed you too much - I told him - I've been waiting for this moment all day.
- Me too - he answers under his breath and nestles his face in the crook of my neck. - Thank you for the flowers.
We stay a long time without moving, happy to be together. I feel his little kisses and I lean down to kiss his lips with passion.
We lose track of time. A long time later I look up and look at him. There are two small tears which pearl at the corner of his eyelids. I take him at arm's length and say:
- What's the matter ? What's wrong ?
He smiled and said - Everything is fine, I'm just happy.
I smile too, reassured.
- So what is this surprise?
He points to the kitchen.
- Tadam!!! You see I haven't given up on the idea of cooking. You remember you owe me a spicy dish. That day I only had noodles... he said with a naughty smile.
I don't want to remember that day when I was an asshole again and I am moved to see, once again, that he has no grudge against this Vegas who was a dark and violent monster.
He said to me:
- Turn around
I comply and he puts an apron around my neck.
- I bought us matching aprons - he said laughing.
Mine says "Pete's Hubby" and his says "Vegas' Wifey."
- I didn't have time to take them out last night - he said with a playful smile
I feel tears in my eyes. It's so romantic that he always thinks about those little things. I shake my head to chase away anything that isn't him and me.
I put my hands on my hips and said with a loud voice:
- Pete's hubby is going to make a good meal for his wifey.
He bursts out laughing and replies:
- Vegas' wifey is pretty hungry.
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