Morning had come with him bending Gianna over the kitchen island and fucking into her. "More, please Nico, don't stop…more," She had begged, her tight heat enveloping his dick, her nails scrabbling over the smooth surface of the marble top. The silky walls of her cunt making each thrust feel like heaven. Nico had kept going and going, sweat flowing down his back as he gave her everything he had. He had fucked her through her orgasm. Hitting her sensitive spot until she was coming again. Her climaxes only seconds apart. It was only then that Nico had emptied into her. His mouth on the side of her neck, sucking a bruise the size of Texas onto the skin, his balls tight as he came and came, filling her up. And Gianna had just lain there and taken it. Her breasts leaving their sweaty prints on the marble.
"Are you headed somewhere in the next hour?" Gianna had asked after they had returned from washing up in the downstairs bathroom, both of them in silky robes. Gianna's borrowed ones hanging loose in places that made Nico want to do sinful things to her.
"No, today I have the rare morning off," He had needed it after dealing with the disaster that was Sergei.
"Why do you ask?"
"No reason really, I just wanted to make you some pancakes," And she had proceeded to do just that. The sight of her moving covered in flour, making Nico stand at half mast without even touching himself.
They had eaten breakfast together. The pancakes so good he had dug in without adding syrup. Half way through the meal he had looked over at Gianna and had almost chocked to death. Most of her food was still on her plate, untouched, her attention on another piece of food. A banana to be exact. She had been holding it tenderly, deep-throating it and then pulling it out and teasing it with her tongue. When she had seen him watching, she kissed the tip, all the while never breaking eye contact. Actions which had led to her on her knees in front him, with him thrusting into her mouth, choking her with his cock. His hands on her head, holding it in place.
"Take it, take it deep. Come on baby, I know you can do it," He had panted as he had thrust into her. Half out of his mind with arousal.
Her moans going right through his shaft and driving him even crazier. He had come down her throat, gripping her hair and not letting go until she had taken every last drop. Choking on the bits she could not swallow, saliva and drool dripping down her cheek, her lips swollen. She hand pulled off with a wet plop. Then she had licked up the drops of semen clinging to her face. When she was done, she had grinned at him and got back up, going back to her breakfast and finishing it like nothing had happened. For the rest of the meal, Nico had alternated between looking at her, and staring at his flaccid cock. Half convinced that he had just had a very vivid wet dream while wide awake.
"Thank you for the lovely breakfast, Nico, it was very filling," She had said after getting dressed. Her heated gaze fixed on his groin, her tongue darting out to lick slowly over her lips.
The look alone had been enough for Nico's dick to rise to the occasion. Gianna had jerked him off her grip steady and sure. Her rhythm breaking only when he had finally succeeded in pulling her jeans down and begun fingering her. Neither of them had been able to hold on for very long.
It was only after she had gone that he had berated himself. The first encounter he could explain away. They'd had actual intercourse, in line with his aim to get her pregnant. But the second one had not served a purpose. He had gotten carried away, lost himself in the moment. The third had just been pure selfishness and lust.
"I need to get this under control,"
Nico was a mob boss. He knew better than most how dangerous it could be to lose yourself in the moment. Which was why he was taking steps to actively correct the issue. To get his head back in the game. Getting dressed quickly, he headed downstairs and found Lorenzo waiting by the car.
"Where to today, boss?" He asked as he munched on an apple. The bruise on his hand from when he had punched one of Sergei's goons showing.
"Nowhere I cannot take myself. You go put some ice on that hand and rest a bit. I will call if I need you,"
Lorenzo gave him a questioning look when he said he would be driving himself but he easily stepped aside, knowing better than to question his don's authority.
"Tell the security detail to keep their distance," He told the other man as he got into the car and started it, peeling smoothly out of the garage.
The drive to the suburbs was short and uneventful. With only the radio to break the silence. The host of the show he was listening to droning on and on about crop circles and how that meant aliens would be invading. It was absolute nonsense, but it kept Nico entertained, so he left it on. He caught sight of his guards once or twice, but just as he had ordered, they stayed back. Not coming close enough to bother him.
When Nico reached his destination he pulled into an empty drive way and got out. The neighbourhood he was in screamed middle class. The sounds of laughing children filling the air, the smells of barbeques and old ladies out and about power walking. Suburbia at its best.
The house before him a bright, welcoming yellow, with a neat lawn and flowers acting as a barrier to its rain garden. There were a few curious looks as he walked towards the porch.
Raising a hand he waved at his neighbour, an elderly man in a rocking chair "Hello" He called out, pasting his best 'just a harmless every day guy' smile and the old man relaxed, clocking him as a none threat. The simple act worked on the others too. The peeping Toms and Janes losing interest and going about their business. Within the hour most of them would have forgotten what he looked like.
The house was empty, the couple he paid to live there already at work, but as expected the package he had ordered was already there. Left out in the hallway, he took the box and walked back out. Waving goodbye as he passed, not wanting to rouse suspicion just because he had gotten what he had come for. The whole thing over in less than a minute.
After dropping the package off at home, he headed for the office, where he proceeded to spend hours doing paperwork and looking into new 'legal' business ventures to clean up some of the family's not so clean income. Doing everything in his power to not think about the package waiting for him at home.
He knocked off at around five, and after a quick shower he headed to the kitchen. Apart from the guards, and the weekly cleaning company, Nico did not hire anyone additional staff. Too many people with access to his home, meant too many opportunities to be taken out. So when he did not order in, he cooked.
Which was what he was currently doing. His phone lit up, announcing Gianna's arrival. He carried on chopping the tomatoes for his sauce. The pasta dish he was making being for comfort, if things worked out, it would be a celebration dish. If not, it would be a pick me up.
"In here," He called out when he heard the door open. Moments later she was standing in the doorway, watching him with wide eyes.
"You cook?" She asked, sounding like she could not believe what she was seeing.
"I am a man of many talents," He told her, laughing at her genuine shock.
"Take a seat," He gestured to the stools tucked into the island, and she slipped onto one. The strap of her flowery dress slipping off her shoulder as she sat. She pulled it up, leaning forward and trying to peak into the pots.
"What are you making?" She asked, her open curiosity endearing.
"Pasta," He told her, finishing the last of the tomatoes and moving on to the dough.
Sauce simmering away, pasta dough resting. Nico washed his hands and turned to her. She straightened, sensing the shift in what was previously a relaxed mood.
Deciding not to beat about the bush, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a long box and placing it in front of her. The reason for his secrecy earlier in the morning. He had ordered an entire pack of test, and had it delivered elsewhere. Not wanting anyone to cotton on to the fact that he was trying to have a baby.
"We have been trying for a while now. I think it is time to see of our efforts have been a success," That was the purpose of their whole engagement, but the words still left him feeling like he was saying something awful.
She looked from it to her, her eyes widening. Was that fear? No…he dismissed the thought. Not fear, shock, she had not expected him to spring a pregnancy test on her. But they had been sleeping together for over a month now and he needed to know if their efforts had borne fruit.
"Wow, talk about an attack out of left field. I was not expecting this at all. A pregnancy test presented in the kitchen. Gives the whole 'bun in the oven' thing credence, doesn't it?" Gianna laughed lightly, but it was forced, her fingers inching towards the source of her discomfort at a glacial pace.
She took the kit with trembling hands, then silently slid off the stool, the test clutched in a tight grip.
"You know where the downstairs bathroom is right? Just two doors down from here," He told her, feeling like a fool, of course she knew where it was. The two of them had showered there together. But Gianna did not call out his stupidity, she just nodded, and headed out.
The minutes ticked away without her return and he turned back to his cooking. Glad that he had something to keep busy with. If he were to just sit around and wait, he would have been tearing his hair out. He had just started rolling out the pasta when she returned her face downcast.
She held out the pregnancy test, showing him the single line that meant negative. She was not pregnant, the wave of disappointment was overwhelming. The already tense mood souring.
"I-I…" She stuttered, her lips trembling, tears in her eyes and Nico was by her side instantly. Running his hands over her back, cradling her.
"It's no big deal," It absolutely was. But he never wanted to see such a crestfallen look on her face if he could help it. It was not her faults, lots of people took a while to conceive. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel like a failure over a failed attempt.
"We can try again," They could and they would, for as long as was necessary.
"We'll change a few things, eat better, laugh more, love more" He was just saying things now, throwing random thoughts out there but she was no longer shaking so he took it as a win.
" Maybe you should find someone else, someone better than me," She told him, stepping back from the hug.
"No," His ferocity surprised even him, but he persisted. They had never discussed monogamy as part of their deal. But he knew she was not sleeping with anyone else. The thought of just discarding her after one failed try. Of moving on to the next woman like she was just a car model he got tired of. That did not sit right with Nico at all.
"We just need to make this less stressful for you, its hard to conceive under pressure," She seemed to be having an internal battle, but she finally nodded, embracing him once more.
"Ok, we will try again,"
Holding her close, Nico tried not to think about how devastated she would be when he took the baby from her. That was a conversation for another day, another time.