"Gypsy?"
Turning from monitor I find Trent. "Hey," I smile. "What can I do for you?"
"Will ya ask Pete to call me when ya see him tonight?"
"What makes you think I will see Pete tonight?"
His brows furrow. "Because he said he's spending the night with ya."
"Did he now?
"His exact words were he is getting his Gypsy therapy."
"Well if I see him tonight, I will give him your message. Goodnight Trent."
For the past seven months, Pete would seek me out at least once a month. Always leaving me a trembling, bruised mess from his teeth and tight grip and dreaming about the next time. Each time I build the wall around my heart a little higher. As much as I try to avoid my budding feelings for the man they are starting to haunt me during our time apart. "It's time to move on with my life," I mutter to myself.
"You talking to yourself, Sweetheart?"
Turning I find Enzo smiling at me from down the hall. "Actually, I am," I return the smile. "Who else is gonna listen to me?"
"If you are desperate enough, I got two ears," he grins approaching.
"It's that mouth in the middle running nonstop that's the problem," I smile.
"You got jokes?"
"That's the kindest of my jokes involving you."
"Yeah?"
"You have no idea," I smirk.
"Why don't I take you out and you give me the full rundown."
"You couldn't…"
"What is going on here?"
Turning, I find Pete. "I'm having a conversation. Trent needs talk to you. Why don't you run along and find him?"
"Gypsy, Love…"
"She said move along," Enzo snaps.
"I don't need you to speak for me," I growl. "I don't need either of you. Goodnight…I don't even know what to call the two of you."
"Gypsy."
"Goodnight Pete."
"Gypsy," he snarls as I make my way to my rental.
"I can't do this tonight, Pete. Find someone else to spend the night with," I mutter reaching for the car door.
"What's that supposeda mean," he growls holding the door shut.
"Exactly what I said. You know I had no problem being your occasional fling until I found out you're bragging about it… About your Gypsy therapy. That did something to me, maybe it changed something, I don't know but I don't like it. So find someone else to warm your bed for a few hours tonight, I'm sure you have a harem somewhere. Goodnight." I yank the door open and slide into the driver's seat, locking the door behind me.
X
"Go away," I growl as the knocking starts up again.
"I'm not going away until ya talk to me," Pete's voice calls over the knocking.
I glare at the door.
"I got nowhere to go, Love. Open up!"
Grumbling I pull myself from the bed. "What do you want? I told you…"
His mouth devours mine as he presses me back into the room.
"No," I growl, stepping away from the man. "I've already told you, you want this tonight find someone else. I can't."
My back meets the wall, his body covering mine. His hand coming up, his thumb pressing under my chin until my eyes meet his. "Why?"
I open my mouth to reply when he cuts me off.
"I've never bragged about anything. The lads asked about my change in attitude, I informed 'em about my Gypsy therapy. Never what that entails, just that ya help me. What happens between us stays wit us."
"I'm supposed to believe that?"
"Believe whateva ya want, Love," he shrugs. "I'm tellin' the truth though."
"Whatever. I still can't do this anymore. My feelings have changed. My needs have changed."
His eyes watch his thumb tracing along my jawline. "Enlighten me."
"What?"
"How have yer feelings changed?"
"I'm not content with meaningless sex any more. Not that it's not enjoyable, I just need more."
"Like?" His fingertips brush across my cheeks.
"Like things you aren't willing to give me."
"Like what?"
"Like a relationship. Good morning texts. Good night texts. Discussions about our days. Back rubs after a long day. Emotional support during the hard days. Cuddling during a night at home. Hell, quiet nights at home in general. Everything else that comes with a relationship. Things that you as a twenty something have no interest in. Which is fine, I don't need you to do anything for me except let me go."
"Yer worried 'bout our age difference," he breathes, brows furrowing.
"It's part of the problem. We are at two different points in our lives. There is nothing wrong with that. It's time that we start acting like our ages."
"No," he growls lowering his mouth to mine again.
"Pete," I warn.
"I'm not lettin' ya go," he mutters against me. "I love ya."
"What," I gasp.
"Ya heard me," he chuckles nipping my bottom lip.
"You will say anything to get laid."
"I have neva lied to ya," he sighs pressing his forehead to mine, eyes staring straight into mine.
"Never?"
"Neva."
"Say it again," I whisper, a smile pulling at my lips.
"I love ya and I really need to kiss ya."
"Why don't you?"
"Ya won't shut up," he smirks. "Ya never fucking shut up."
"You love it," I snicker.
His lips cover mine and the tension leaves both our bodies. I pull him tighter against myself, needing to feel the solidness of the man. "One thing," he pants as we break apart.
"Hmmm," I hum, my fingers twisting into his t-shirt.
"I don't cuddle."
"That's it? Out of all that I said?"
He nods against me.
"I'm sure you can think of something to replace it," I smirk. "I love you enough to give you time to figure it out."
He tugs me away from the wall and over his shoulder.
"What are you," I start, giggling as my back hits my mattress. "Oh," I sigh as his teeth graze my nipple through the thin fabric of my t-shirt. My fingers thread through his hair holding it away from his face to watch his mouth work the peak before turning his attention to the opposite side of my chest.
"I wasn't aware you had a gentle setting."
I feel him chuckle. His rough fingers slide under the hem of my tee.
"Didn't know ya wanted gentle," he mumbles, his hands sliding my shirt slowly up my torso. His mouth reattaching to my chest as the shirt leaves my body. "Isit what ya want? Love?"
"Now who needs to shut up," I chuckle.
"Maybe I need ta find something else to do wit my mouth," he smirks, sliding down my body. His mouth attacks my lower half, sucking at my cloth covered clit. "I got ya," he groans as I squirm beneath him, pawing at the waistband of my panties. Peeling the material slowly down my legs, he kisses his way back up before parting my slit with his tongue. I throw my head back as he circles my clit setting a slow and methodical pace.
"Pete, please," I beg as he brings me to the edge over and over without any release.
"Whadda ya need Love?"
"You," I pant. "Release. Both."
Sliding back up my body, he strips his jeans. Hesitating between my thighs, his cock brushes my entrance. "Gypsy," he breathes.
Pulling him down, I devour his mouth tasting myself on him as I wrap my legs around his waist answering the unasked question. He groans as he fully sheaths himself inside me before resuming his previous slow rhythm with his hips. His forehead presses against of mine, his eyes boring into mine.
"I love seein' ya so close," he growls. "I love seein' ya come undone even more." His hips snap into me.
Within minutes I am doing just that. "Fuck Pete," I cry, eyes clamping shut as pure pleasure washes over me in waves.
"Look at me, Gypsy," he growls.
I lock eyes with him, his signature sneer in place as his own release overcomes him.
"Pete," I mumble as he lays panting beside me.
"Huh," he grunts.
Reaching over I intertwine our fingers, "Is this okay?"
He nods.
"I'm trusting you, Pete. Don't hurt me."
Bringing my hand to his lips, he presses a kiss along my knuckles. "Neva, Love."
