Chapter 2
CHAPTER 2
T akeshi
I rub the healed area on my shoulder, not because it hurts but due to the flesh and blood reminder in front of me.
She lies sleeping while Shinji and I sit across from her in a chair. She should be dead right now for laying hands on my husband. Not once, but twice. Why Shinji insists on protecting her confounds and infuriates me.
Whether by luck or fate, we found her and her new identity after three weeks of searching. I squash the flicker of admiration for her ballsy actions. If not for a slight miscalculation on her part, I would never have thought to find her here in Serenidad; hiding in plain sight in a luxury hotel suite.
A moan issues from her parted lips, drawing my attention to her once more. Why lie? I’ve been aware of her presence ever since I discovered where she was staying. This shouldn’t be happening to me. No one besides Shinji has ever affected me this way and I don’t like it.
I would be lying if I said I never noticed her on my previous work trips, but I’m a one-man kind of person. Fiona Mills is unconventional in looks and sex appeal. I appreciated her like one would admire fine art in a museum. A masterpiece for one’s eyes only, not someone to covet, and definitely not someone worth risking my relationship with Shinji. We’ve been through too much of my baggage for me to ever endanger the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
Fiona shifts in the bed, dragging her sheet below her neck. The glimpse of silken mahogany skin is enough to tell us she isn’t wearing pajamas or a nightgown. I glance at my husband from the corner of my eye. He appears calm as he sits on my lap, but the almost imperceptible swiveling of his hips betrays his awareness of her.
Why her?
I want to scream the question but it’s moot. I have long promised Shinji and myself to fulfill his every desire. Two years ago, he’d asked for a baby and I reluctantly agreed, hoping to avoid the subject as long as possible. I thought Shinji perceived my reluctance and let the subject go after he declined a list of agencies whose services included connecting prospective parents with surrogate mothers.
How was I to know he was holding out for her?
She shifts again.
What is it about this woman?
She is not slender or fashion’s ideal image of curvy. Yet she commands the attention of some of the wealthiest patrons in and outside Hawaii. Her curves fit her personality: audacious, bigger than life, and issuing coveted invitations most men would kill for.
I should not be most men. Neither should Shinji. Yet here we are.
In Hawaii, Shinji stayed my hand by saying she was the surrogate he wanted. During the three weeks since, he’s dropped hints about making her ours. I wish my body rebelled with as much fervor as my mind at the suggestion.
“Shinji,” she moans, bringing our attention to her. Her slight shifting has become outright writhing and her breathing has deepened. Poking at the sheets are her hard nipples.
“I bet she’s dreaming about us,” Shinji whispers, his breath fanning my neck.
I wish I could say my reaction is to his hot breath on my skin. I want to attribute my dick hardening to him and only him. In our years together, temptation has never fazed me, turned my head in a way to threaten my relationship with my husband, or left images of another person fighting for any position in my head.
Until now. Until her.
And she’s an unwelcome exception.
Although asleep, the woman weaves a spell around me. There is no other explanation for the heaviness in my balls from hearing my husband’s name on her lips.
Shinji circles his hips, no longer feigning subtlety. He presses his ass into my dick and it is a torturous and heavenly experience.
“She’s dreaming of you. She has good taste. Now stop baiting me.” I hold his hips still.
“Mmm, don’t stop, Takeshi.”
“See? She’s dreaming of us . I knew my instincts were right. She’s the one. You feel it, too, even if you won’t admit it.”
I grunt, not wanting to encourage him or admit to any inkling of truth in his words.
Shinji leans his head on my shoulder and whispers in my ear, “Aren’t you curious about what we’re doing to her in her dream?”
Fuck!
My dick stiffens as an image of the three of us unfolds in my mind. She sits on Shinji’s lap, her pussy on full display with my husband holding her legs out and to the sides. All the while Shinji fucks her with his magnificent dick. A sheen of sweat shines across her dark skin, a beautiful contrast to the hands holding her legs apart.
A surge of jealousy rises in me. Identifying who I’m jealous of is impossible. I bend and lick Shinji’s balls and her flavor explodes on my tongue. I use my tongue to gather her juices and go from her clit down Shinji’s shaft and to his testicles. It’s a journey I repeat over and over with enthusiasm. Their escalating cries have no power over me, just my need to consume them, to satisfy this hunger, this newly discovered concept of pleasuring and keeping two people for myself.
“Keishi,” Shinji’s breath hitches and he grinds his ass into my dick, bringing me out of my fevered daydream.
My body flushes with an odd mixture of guilt and desire.
“I’m so turned on right now. Will you please fuck me?”
I clamp down on the knee-jerk reaction to agree. “You’ll have to wait until after we’ve done what we came to do.”
“But—”
“You don’t fuck quietly,” I growl. “She’ll wake up and we’ll lose our advantage. If you want her to agree to your terms, we do things my way.”
My husband nods and I breathe a little easier.
“I promise to give you everything you need once we settle this thing between us and her.” I massage his hard dick through his pants. “But you need to stay hard for me until then. Think you can manage?”
“Keishi, you should know me well enough by now.”
I smile at his reminder. Shinji will do whatever he needs to gain his reward. Even after our many years together, he still hasn’t realized that I’m not the ultimate prize. He is.
“Oh, shit…fuck that’s hot.” Shinji sits forward, directing all his attention to the occupant of the bed.
I shift my focus as well. A blistering heat sears through my body.
The woman is no longer writhing mindlessly in bed. From the movement of the sheets, she is plunging her hand into what I imagine is a wet, hot pussy. The bed linen is now at her waist and her large breasts are on full display. Her other hand abuses her breasts and nipples, pulling and plucking at them.
I lick my lips wishing for a hint of her taste.
Her soft moans become deeper, more gut wrenching. Movement below the sheet picks up speed. Her desire perfumes the air drugging me and pulling me even further beneath her spell.
How is she able to sleep through this?
Her body shudders, and with one last cry, she wakes, panting and moaning after releasing her endorphins. Although I have not come, her release affects me. My desire no longer threatens to boil over. It is at a simmer which allows me to think more clearly, to exert my usual control over my mind and body.
I wait for her to catch her breath, an excuse I use to calm myself, but I doubt she will notice the two men in her bedroom until she does.
Once her breathing evens, I ask, “Do you still like your odds, Fiona? Or should I call you Lakeshia now?”
She lunges for her pillow.
“Looking for these?” I point to the pile of weapons I confiscated while she slept. Shoot me once, shame on me. I won’t give her a second chance. I’ve seen the results of her accuracy when she focuses on her target.
She relaxes and folds her arms over her breasts. “Congratulations. You found me. Now what?”
I quiet the protest at having my view obstructed, then I nudge Shinji. He has the best shot of convincing her since I have reservations about the entire situation.
“We have a proposition for you.” Shinji doesn’t disguise his eagerness as he straightens his back.
“You can hold your breath. I already know. You offered me protection before but I no longer have anything you want so I can’t accept.”
I clench my fists but remain quiet.
“That’s where you’re wrong. You and only you can give me what I want. And you do owe me after inflicting trauma on me, twice.”
She frowns at the accusation. “How is that my fault? You barreled into my life uninvited.”
“Be that as it may, I’ve suffered two concussions at your hand. The least you can do is hear me out.”
Seconds tick by while she measures us. With a sigh, she throws the sheet off her body. “I can’t talk to you while lying in bed.”
She shamelessly walks to her suitcase.
“I checked your suitcase for weapons, too. Even the hidden compartment,” I say.
She extracts a long t-shirt and puts it on while glaring daggers at me. I don’t want to be turned on by her fierceness, but fuck me, I am. Another box on the unbeknownst-to-me checklist of wants my subconscious has kept hidden. I’ve never gone for the damsel in distress. This woman keeps proving Shinji’s point and I don’t like it.
She enters her bathroom. If she expects to find her switchblade or pistol, she’ll meet with disappointment. Running water from the faucet tells me she is washing her hands. My gut clenches with regret at not being the one to clean her essence from her fingers.
“Alright, follow me,” she says as she reenters the room. “No offense, but I prefer inviting people into my bedroom, not waking to find interlopers there.”
“Fair point,” I say as I collect the cache of weapons she had hidden in the hotel.
Shinji and I follow her into the living area of the suite where she sits in a high-backed chair and Shinji and I sit across from her on the sofa. I curl my arm around my husband’s shoulder and study our quarry.
“What is it that only I can give you?”
“A baby,” Shinji replies.
“Ha! You’ve got to be joking.” She burst into a fit of laughter.
Our serious expressions quell another round of amusement, and she straightens in her chair.
“You’re serious?”
“Very.”
“But…how am I the only one who can give you this?” she sputters.
Good question.
I watch Shinji, also curious about his response.
“Because I felt an immediate connection with you from the first time we met. I feel it now. And…” Shinji takes my free hand in his and squeezes it while staring into my eyes. “I want our child to grow up knowing it wasn’t some random stranger who gave us the most precious gift we will ever have.”
She clears her throat. “I can tell this means a lot to you, but like I said before, I don’t want your protection.”
“Then what do you want? The life you’re living isn’t a life. You were running from someone when we met five years ago. And a few weeks ago your business was shot to hell. By the way, you’re welcome. We took care of the three dead bodies you left behind.”
“Another debt you owe us,” I say. “Before you reject our offer again, think about my generosity thus far. If you can’t give Shinji what he wants, you are of no use to me.”
I’ve hardened my heart against her and my brief escape into fantasyland will not change my mind. I have no need for another person in my life to divide my loyalties.
“So my choice is either agree to have your baby or die?”
Shinji turns angry eyes on me. “That’s not what we agreed.”
“We agreed to convince her it’s in her best interests to be our baby’s mother. If she refuses, the only thing left between us is reprisal for the two concussions she gave you.” I swivel my head to face her. “Now tell us what you want in exchange for giving us a child.”
She eyes the pair of us in the ensuing silence. Neither Shinji nor I move. His hope is on display in his wide-eyed stare. He wants this bad. I want him to have what his heart desires, even if it means going against my instincts.
She nibbles her lips. Watching her biting into the soft flesh is like watching a sledgehammer hitting the wall I’ve built to protect my soft emotions from overruling the ultimatum I laid at her feet.
I will wear ruthlessness like my second skin and be diabolical if it gets Shinji what he wants.
“Revenge,” she says.
Shinji and I look at each other before staring at her for clarity.
“That’s my price. I want revenge.”