Everlasting (A Love for the Mafia re-Write)

Ball's Deep In His Wife

Chapter 2

Cruz

The pounding in my head woke me up. My head was rested on a floral smelling pillow that definitely was not mine. My right arm hung over the bed, whiles my left, draped over a warm set of tits, with perky nipples. What the hell happened last night? I raised my head slowly, the pounding intensifying, to look at the room I was currently in. Deep red walls and white flooring, covered in clothes from last night's antics. The king size bed I was currently lying on took up the majority of the room, with two bed side tabled on either side. A picture frame was placed on my side, raising my right hand, I grabbed it. It was a wedding day, a Hispanic man in an expensive suit, held hands with a busty blonde in a wedding dress... Holy Shit! I looked towards the woman, yep definitely was same woman... What the fuck have you done now, drunken Cruz! I scolded myself before attempting to get out of the bed without disturbing the woman. My forearms were covered in scratches and I could feel the cuts on my back, they were going to sting for a while. Finding my black jeans at the end on the bed, I quickly put them on and retrieved my phone from the pocket. I had no idea where my car was, so looks like I'll need a lift. Jacobs's phone rang once before he picked up,

"Hey Bud,"

"Hey listen what are you doing?"

"Just in maths," While I spoke in a hushed whisper, Jacobs loud British accent rang clearly across the room, I kept my eyes glued on the figure in the bed

"Can you come pick me up?" I strolled to the window to see where I was; luckily I knew the location and recited the street to Jacob

"Yeah I can be there, give me twenty," I thanked him before hanging up the phone. Looking back towards the bed the busty blonde had awoken and was sat staring at me,

"Leaving already stud," Well she didn't seem pissed,

"I never knew I was sleeping with a married woman, I have to leave before I get caught," I didn't really fancy dealing with the husband while I was hung-over.

"He won't be home for hours, come back to bed," She purred while giving me the come hither look, my penis was very happy with this news... I guess drunken Cruz and sober Cruz are not that different if it means getting our dick wet.

Sitting in the passenger seat on Jacobs black mustang, I wiped the blood from my bottom lip. Jacob was laughing so hard, barely managing to form a sentence,

"So... so," He laughed harder, "The husband came home early and saw you balls deep in his wife over his desk?" He had physical tears streaming down his face, while I sat sour faced staring out the window, "It's karma you know bud, for making me wait an extra thirty minutes so you could continue getting your dick wet,"

"Yeah yeah, whatever bro," I muttered, I promise to never sleep with a married woman again the result is I have a swollen bottom lip and I have a show tonight,

"You're lucky you only got out with the busted lip, if it were my wife, I'd put a bullet in you,"

"Did you see her tetas? No wonder I couldn't resist,"