Mafia Desire (Erotica)

She held him tight, enjoying the afterglow and the feel of his hard body on hers. Fiona had been right, he was an exceptional fuck. Now she had an experience she could share with her friend in return.

A loud growl rumbled between their bodies.

Kyle chuckled. “Ok, we’ve put off feeding that hunger of yours long enough.” He eased himself from her body and watched her eyelids flutter as he did. She smiled and purred to him as he moved to the side. He slipped off the bed to move into the washroom where he removed the condom and freshened up. He slipped on his shorts and t-shirt.

As he stepped out he bumped into Monique who grinned at him as she slipped around him to close the door behind her.

Kyle picked up his cell and began looking for local food delivery options.

He heard the bathroom door open and saw Monique come out wearing his PJ bottoms and fleece. She had a big smile on her face.

“What do you feel like? Options are limited,” he asked.

“Pizza?”

He smiled and nodded. “That’s probably our best bet on a night like tonight. What do you like on it?”

“Can I get a Margherita pizza?” she asked.

He frowned as he tried to remember the ingredients. “That’s thin crust, tomato sauce, San Marzano tomatoes, mozzarella, fresh basil, salt and extra-virgin olive oil?”

She cheered and clapped. “Very good!”

He nodded with a smile and dialed up a place that sounded promising. He placed an order for a medium Margherita pizza, a medium meat lovers pizza, a dozen medium spice chicken wings and two large bottles of water. Then he gave the address, reading it from a card on the coffee table.

“Ok, forty minutes until we eat,” Kyle announced as he hung up.

She patted the mattress beside her and he reclined on it next to her, propping his head up on his hand as he looked into her beautiful dark eyes.

“Where were you going to go next?” she asked.

He dropped himself onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. Monique moved closer to rest against his side so she could still see his face. He pulled a pillow under his head so he could see her without craning his neck.

He sighed. “I hadn’t actually given it much thought. Even though the tourist visa gives me six months, due to my means of transportation I’m going to have to head back to Canada before the weather turns cold up north. I’ll have to be back there by October at the latest as I’ll need to get the motorcycle into a safe storage facility. Then I’ll have to find something to keep myself occupied until December when I’m flying to England to visit Helen Livingston.”

“She’s one of the ladies you met on the bicycle tour?”

Kyle glanced at her saucy little smile and sighed. “Yes. She was on the bike tour in France and invited me to celebrate Christmas with her and her daughter Skye.”

“Right! The threesome!” Monique snickered.

“Hey, come on! It’s not like I’m some kind of gigolo… even if I feel like one sometimes,” he said with a pout.

She reached up and tapped his lower lip with a fingertip. “Land a plane right here.”

He snorted and she giggled.

“Honestly, these things just happened. I wasn’t chasing anyone and I wasn’t trying to get revenge on Gwen by sleeping around. That’s not who I am and not who I want to be. When it happened, it surprised the hell out of me.” He tapped her on her lower lip. “It still does.”

She smiled mischievously then rested her head on his chest and they rested there together in silence for a while.

“What’s next for you?” Kyle asked gently.

Monique sighed heavily and Kyle felt her breath gust out over his chest. She sat up beside him, crossed her legs, and looked down at him with a sad little smile. “I don’t know. I’m trying not to think about it just yet. I- I need to fill my days with something. The English Lit degree I earned in university is useless. I have no idea what I was thinking when I chose that path. I don’t need to work which I get is a huge advantage over most people. I just don’t know what to do with my life.”

“What would make you happy?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I don’t know. I think I may have gotten married so I wouldn’t have to think of what to do with my life. I’d just be a wife.”

“Just be a wife?” he repeated quietly in surprise.

She frowned. “God, now that I say that out loud I hear how vacuous it makes me sound.” Her eyes came up to look into his and he could see tears pooling there. “Dale wanted a trophy and I stepped up into the display case of my own free will.”

“Come here,” Kyle said quietly and she stretched out over him and sniffled. He held her and rubbed her back as she contemplated her poor life choice and the time lost to her lonely self-imprisonment.

They held each other and Kyle ran his fingers through her hair until she nodded off.

The knock on the door made them both jump then smile at each other. Monique rolled off of Kyle and jumped up to disappear into the bathroom as Kyle rolled off the other side of the bed, grabbed his wallet and answered the door.

He paid the driver and accepted the boxes, which were just a little wet from the rain which continued to pour in torrents.

Locking the door, he went back to the bed and set the boxes down.

“Food’s here!” he called out.

Monique reappeared with a smile and they settled down on the bed with the boxes between them.

Monique opened her pizza box and frowned. “Dried basil?”

Kyle looked at her then frowned. “I did tell them fresh basil. I also said a Margherita pizza.”

She gave him a pout and turned the box to him. Sure enough, it was speckled with dried basil with slices of salad tomatoes on it.

“Poor man’s Margherita for sure,” Kyle agreed.

She tried a slice and turned up her nose. “Ugh! It’s terrible!”

Kyle smiled and pushed the box of wings towards her.

Looking at him doubtfully she picked one up and bit into it. Eyes widened and a big smile replaced the frown. She closed up her pizza box and dragged the box of wings directly in front of her.

“They were for both of us you know,” Kyle said with a raised eyebrow and a slight smile.

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Kyle snorted in amusement and bit down on his slice of pizza. He sighed happily with his eyes closed as the flavors of the pepperoni, Italian sausage, bacon, and seasoned ground beef blended together on his tongue.

When his eyes opened he saw Monique’s eyes were closed as she enjoyed a slice of his pizza too.

“Hey!”

Her eyes popped open and she began to giggle.

He gave her a fake glare and her giggles erupted into outright laughter.

They ate in silence though she did resort to whimpering cutely to get another slice from his pizza.

When they’d eaten all they could, Kyle dumped the garbage into the garbage can outside his room so ‘the stale food smells wouldn’t stink up the room’ according to Monique.

When he came back inside he caught her using his tooth brush. She smiled mischievously.

“Man! Do you always get your way?” he grumbled. She thought about that and nodded happily.

When he was finished and came out of the bathroom, she was already under the sheets watching him. He spotted his PJ bottoms and the sweater on the floor next to the bed. He picked them up and folded them with an annoyed look for her but she just grinned.