Let's Run Away

Part 1

"Oh my God, Tom!" You gasped as you took in his face. He had a busted lip and dried blood in his curls. A bruise bloomed on his jaw line. "What did you do, baby?"

"I'm fine," he tried to wave it off. You grabbed his hand and noticed the red swollen knuckles. He placed his other equally injuries hand on top of yours lightly. "Love, there is nothing to worry about. It got a little scrappy, is all."

"I don't believe you," you said bluntly. "My father used to come home looking like you. Tell me what happened, baby. I need to know," you said walking to the bathroom to clean him up. He followed you and sat on the toilet. You grabbed the supplies from the cabinet.

"You shouldn't have to know all of this. I want you to be happy, pretty girl. I can fix this. Don't worry about me. It'll take a lot to kill me," he said grasping your chin with a smirk.

"I need to know. Tom, don't hide this from me. I know what you do and we talked about how we need honesty," you said not falling for his charm.

"Love... I might have gotten in a bit of money trouble. I'll pay it back," He looked at you nervously with his big brown eyes. You sighed and pat his busted lip a little hard with the wash cloth. Tom winced at the sensation.

"How much are we talking?" You asked him. He gulped before answering. How bad could it be?

"2. Thousand."

"What?! To who?"

"Moretti," he grimaced.

"The family? The mob family? Why did you borrow from them? What is going on?" You asked with your eyes wide. When people crossed them they died.

"Remember when we had to get out of that flat because of the landlord?" He asked. You definitely remembered the landlord visiting one day while Tom was working grabbing you around the waist and trying to kiss you. Tom had come in as the man fumbled with your dress and you tried punching and scratching at him. Tom had beaten him unconscious and a week later you both were gone.

"He was an O'Neal cousin. He tried to put a hit out on us. He wanted you dead. I had to pay off the hit man they hired. Thank God Haz heard of it before it could happen. I couldn't lose you, baby," He grasped your face again.

You sat the wash cloth down and sat straddling him. You lightly kiss his cheek that wasn't bruised or bloody. He closed his eyes at your touch. Tom grasped your waist softly. He was always so gentle as if he could break you with his hands.

"You should have told me. We could have asked my father," you said leaned your head on his shoulder.

"No way. You remember what happened last time. He said we were dead to him. We can't come crawling back at a sign of trouble," Tom said as his body tensed.

"I know but now you're hurt, honey." You grabbed the wash cloth again and began dabbing the blood in his hair.

You knew exactly what happened last time. Your father wanted you to marry a nice well to do new York boy. Instead you had gotten with a scrappy boy from London who was from the wrong side of the track. Your father had cut you off from your fortune, threw you to the street, and claimed he wished Tom was dead. It was ironic since your father made most of his money through blood before "going clean" with oil investments.

"What are you going to do? We don't have 10 grand. How were you going to pay it off?" You asked scared. That's more money that you make in a year at the diner.

"I had a plan. Charlie was going to be getting a boat full of liquor in and we would sell it and split it. Probably would have made 5 thousand each. But that bad storm came through and they had to land in North Carolina and were caught. I'm going to talk to Johnny about seeing if he has something quick. I'll get it paid off, love. But in the meantime, maybe don't go to work? It would be safer."

"Tommy, I have to work. We have to pay bills. I'll carry that gun you gave me and I'll be fine," you said to reassure him when in reality you had no way of knowing how safe you were. "I'll ask for all day shifts. It'll be fine."

"Now who is lying?" He asked kissing your neck with his bruised lips. You grasped his har as he licked a sensitive spot on your collar bone. "I can take care of myself. I'll take care of you too."

"Are you going to rob a bank? Isn't that what Johnny does?" You asked concerned. Tom bent and kissed your collarbone again and his hand travelled up your dress to grasp a breast. You gasped at his touch through the thin material.

"Don't worry about that," he said. Tom reached a hand to the back of the dress to pull down the zipper. You tried to remain concerned but lost all thought as he pulled the straps from your shoulder and his mouth found your nipple. You arched toward him as you felt an ache in your core.

"Tommy," you gasped as he grabbed you by the thighs and stood up. He carried you to the bed and laid you down. He pulled the dress down your body.

"Nothing underneath, love? You're going to drive me mad. And you're already so wet for me," he groaned biting his lip. He unbuttoned and pulled his shirt off and pulled down his pants. Tom crawled up your body and began kissing your neck as his hand went between your legs and lazily drew circles on your clit. You could feel his arousal on your thigh through his underwear.

You dragged your hand down his chest and to his waistband. You ran a finger under it and he groaned and dipped a finger in you. You moaned at the motion. You reached the hand underneath and grasped his cock. His hips moved towards you. Your body ached to be filled and you pulled at his boxers.

He got the message and pulled them down. You firmly tugged his cock a few times. He gasped at the sensation. He grasped your hand to pull away. He grabbed his own cock and ran it in your wetness a few times. Your hips jumped towards him as the ache in your clit drove you crazy. Tom slowly pushed it. Your eyes closed at the sensation.

Tom's hips began to roll and yours moved towards him. He grabbed your leg and pulled your knee up and the new angle caused you to whimper. You both painted heavily as you moved together.

Tom's free hand moved from the bed to your breast as he balanced on the bed while thrusting. There wasn't much kissing with his lips busted and all. You laid your head back and you grasped his wrist as he massaged your breast.

Tom thought you looks gorgeous with your messy hair, flushed skin, and lips swollen in lust. Your eyes were closed and you panted heavily with the occasional whine. He kissed your knee ignoring the sting on his lips. This was his woman.

Your whimpers turned to moans and Tom knew you were close. You reached a hand to your other nipple and he pinched the tender flesh He held softly. You arched your backs and your hips bucked towards him.

"Tommy, I'm close," you gasped. "Don't stop," you said before dissolving in curses and moans as you came. The sensation proved too much and he groaned through he own release. He pulled out and laid beside you. You wrap an arm and leg around him and you kissed his cheek. He smiled softly as he held your waist.

"I love you, darling," he said softly with heavy eyelids. Barely escaping the mobster's thugs was exhausting.

"I love you too. I worry about you," you said looking in his eyes.

"Don't . I'll be fine. We'll be fine."

"Maybe we should just run away. What do you think?" You said recklessly.

"Ha, where would we go, love?"

"Anywhere. San Francisco maybe?" You suggested running a hand on his shoulder.

"Too hot. I'll take care of this and we won't worry about anything else. Would I ever do you wrong, baby?"