My Brothers' Mafia Best Friend

Chapter 47

Usually I'm the one crushing her under the weight of my entire body, so this is new, a good new but not as good of a good as the one where she's turned into my personal mattress.

"Mhmm," The low, agreeing hum of her breath slaps against my skin, the sensation affirmative. "Almost as much as I love you... but I love you more so I love you kissing me a little less than I love you." Avery explains as simply as she can manage through her sleep hazed fog, words sotto. Impatient sigh of annoyance follows, "what I mean is that I love you."

A small smile cracks on my face, her words expanding my heart and tying around the beating muscle like an invisible rope, overwhelmingly compact. She's put all of her trust in me and I'm about to give her a reason to take it back, wrongfully so, but take it back nonetheless. "I love you, too, baby. More than anything."

"Really?" She peers one eye open, squinting at me doubtfully and trying too damn hard and failing even harder at hiding that smile of hers.

I give a long nod, "you doubt that?" I don't know what I'm doing, steering up conversation like this. Everything we're telling each other right now, the little things like the brush of her thumb over my naked chest, makes it so much harder for me to leave her, even if it only is for the few hours of early morning.

"Mmm, no, not really I just really like hearing you say that." Her voice takes on a shyer note toward the end. The jet black darkness only allows me to imagine the blush coating her face like a layer of dried color, it doesn't rob on my smirk in the slightest. "Can you kiss me like that again?" She questions lowly, pressing her cheek into my skin and tightening her arm around my mid-section. I hope a fuckton lot that she can't hear the accelerated thump of my heart, a combination of adoration and dread for the present and the future.

My next move couldn't be other than the one of her request. My lips fall atop her delicate skin, press into the soft texture and part from her cheek ever so slightly before repeating the process over and over again, all over her gorgeous face and neck.

I want to do this everyday for the rest of my fucking life. Could have easily kept it up if it weren't for the incoming messages, one after the other, demanding my presence in a little less than an ideal period of time.

Daring decision to slowly untangle myself from my girl, lands me in our closet, dressed in a black three-piece suit, with two handguns tucked into the waistband of my pants a few minutes later. Fingers lace through my hair, brushing out in an effortless attempt at making it look decent in any way.

I contemplate on whether to kiss her again or just leave, the latter appears more appealing but the former is the safer out of the two.

The decision is made for me, when rustling sheets glue me in my tracks. I watch wide-eyed at the silhouette of my tiny girl, dressed in my shirt only, slowly sit up, thick comforter draped over her shoulders consuming her, kind of making her look like a burrito. Fucking cute, mine, and confused.

"What are you doing?" Fist smooching her eye, Ry switches the bedside lamp on, a warm glow seeping throughout. The intensity of her unbreakable gaze studies me, from my head, to my toes, capturing the way expensive, black, designer fabric wraps around my figure, clings to my thighs and biceps. I'd find it in me to make some inappropriate remark, but the way her eyes narrow dangerously, keep my tongue tied.

Swallowing hard, "nothing, my love. Go back to sleep, I'll be back in the morning."

My answer definitely is not enough, and I'm aware. "Aiden," Ry presses, slowly inching toward the edge. She's been taking up on my habits and it's questionable whether I'm okay with it.

I save her the action of standing up by kneeling in front of the bed, hand reaching to cup her face. With an ounce of hesitation, I give her the only answer I can offer, a small piece of what I'll be doing. "I have some things to take care of at the warehouse, I promise I'll be back in the morning, so don't wait up for me."