Chapter 3
CHAPTER 3
L akeshia
If I hadn’t gotten sick almost immediately after landing in Serenidad, Takeshi wouldn’t have found me so soon. Why did I risk coming here?
Because the next flight out of Serenidad was hours later, leaving me vulnerable to the Giamettis and the Kimuras.
After deplaning, I even bought a ticket to a vowel state, but my stomach rebelled before they began boarding. When it became apparent that no plane would take me in my state, I took the longest, most uncomfortable cab ride riddled with stops for me to puke by the roadside.
Both the cabbie and I were happy not to see each other again when he dropped me off at the hotel. Once inside, I didn’t leave. It became apparent that with things coming out of both ends, I had the stomach flu. Only late yesterday did I feel halfway decent and almost human. Today I was supposed to fly out on the first flight to Iowa.
Now my best-laid plans are in the shitter and I have one angry and one hopeful man making demands as if my saying yes should be easy like answering the question, coffee or tea when the choice carries more consequences than quenching a momentary thirst.
Agreeing to have a baby threatens my life’s purpose. An experience like that changes a person. Affects their outlook on life. Makes them hope and dream for things they never considered. If I agree to carry their baby, will I be able to pursue my thirst for vengeance? What if giving birth to their child makes me want one of my own?
Worse, what if I end up like my mother? I clear the thought from my head, unable to contemplate that fate right now.
At the moment, my reason for living is to end the Giamettis.
You don’t have to do it alone…And having a longer life expectancy can be a good thing.
I glance at Takeshi and Shinji. Although they have similar coloring, Shinji projects light while Takeshi is brooding darkness. They represent a powerful family with allies equal in power. Their organization is exactly what I need to get what I want.
“Why revenge?” Takeshi asks.
Although his arm surrounds his husband’s shoulders, he emits danger. Has been doing so ever since I woke up to find him with my stockpile of weapons.
“Because everything I do is for that aim.”
“We’ll do it,” Shinji says.
“Shinji, we don’t even know who she’s after.”
“I don’t care. It’s what she needs to give me what I want.”
“I’ve spoiled you too much.”
A devilish smile spreads across Shinji’s face and he whispers something to Takeshi. The only evidence that his husband’s words affect Takeshi is the slight flare of his nostril and the tightened skin around his jaw.
“Fine.” Takeshi turns to me. “We’ll help you seek revenge and you’ll give us a baby.”
I quiet my reservations and nod my agreement. Any sacrifice is worth doing to end my father’s murderers.
Takeshi stands and retrieves a briefcase I hadn’t noticed until now. Inside are papers that look like legal documents. “We have terms. Look over these documents. We’ll address any concerns you have.” He hands me a contract.
“No gentleman’s handshake?” I joke.
He nods at the papers in my hand. Shinji now sits at the edge of his seat.
“Are you trying to hide something in a mountain of legalese?”
“Read it and you’ll see it is all in easy-to-understand English.” Takeshi resumes his seat, his posture more relaxed than when he’d issued his threat to take my life. He pulls Shinji into his chest and rests his hand around Shinji’s waist as if offering him silent support.
My instincts scream that they are up to something. That agreeing to carry their baby isn’t as simple as it sounds. I retrieve a pen so I can formulate questions about anything fishy I see in the document.
I begin to read.
The first stipulation has me glaring up at them, but neither betrays their thoughts. As I continue reading, one thing becomes clear: they’re insane.
I go through the entire document, jotting notes and questions as I go before setting it down on the table in front of me. “Which stipulations are non-negotiable?”
“All.” Takeshi’s words ring in my ear like a church bell’s last notes.
“But you’re…and you can’t expect me to…”
“I don’t. Shinji does.”
I turn incredulous eyes on Shinji. “Why?”
“I want Takeshi and I to have an equal chance at fathering our child.”
“But you’re gay…aren’t you?”
“Not in the least.” Shinji’s revelation floors me. From everything I’d heard about the couple, their commitment to each other was absolute.
Ten seconds pass before I recover from the bomb he dropped. “That doesn’t require us to have sex to make it happen.”
“I require it.” His eyes heat as he peruses me. “And from what we saw and heard before you came so hard you woke yourself up, you aren’t too averse to fucking us, either.”
Heat blossoms in my face. Sex doesn’t embarrass me, but knowing they witnessed the most erotic wet dream I’ve ever had does. The memory alone causes my clit to throb with renewed need.
I clear my throat. “Don’t you think this three times a day is excessive?”
“At a minimum. Shinji and I have healthy appetites and you’ll have both of us to satisfy.”
“So these won’t be quick, slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am fuckings?”
“If the situation calls for it, sure, but don’t expect it to be the standard.”
“I’d like to make a stipulation if I agree to enter this agreement with you. These insemination sessions will only occur during my ovulation window.”
Shinji and Takeshi glance at each other, then begin a heated debate as if I’m no longer in the room. I try to listen in but the motherfuckers aren’t even speaking English anymore.
Takeshi pats Shinji’s knee and Shinji relaxes within his loose hold. “We can add it to the agreement,” Takeshi says.
A twitch at the corner of his mouth puts me on guard. His sincerity seems authentic, but I don’t trust his amusement.
I don’t hide my skepticism from them. It’s all in the narrow-eyed glare I send their way. “Since we agree on sex during ovulation, there’s no need for this clause about me sleeping with you two every night. We can limit it to insemination nights.”
Shinji surges forward as if to protest, but Takeshi’s hand on his chest stalls him. “Non-negotiable.”
I wait for an explanation. Silence ticks by making it apparent that Takeshi will not elaborate on his response. I break down and ask, “Why? Every married couple needs one-on-one time. I’ll be in the way.”
“You’ll need to get used to us, see how we interact together and apart. Once we confirm your pregnancy, we’ll need reassurance about your progress. Don’t worry about Shinji and me, we’ll get what we need from each other. However, the three of us will sleep together at night.”
I get the sense he’s leaving something out in his list of reasons, but I don’t push. Not knowing what’s got my intuition on high alert means I don’t know what to ask. Whatever Takeshi is withholding from me, my instincts are telling me it won’t endanger me.
I pick up the document and start walking in circles around the room while my thoughts run amok in my head. “Sex will be with both of you every time? We’ll be on a schedule?”
“I’d prefer if we did things a little more organically,” Shinji says. “There will be times it’s you and Takeshi, me and you, or all three of us. I know I’ll want to watch while Takeshi fucks you with no need for a turn.” Shinji whips his head around for a silent communication with Takeshi.
“I’m on board.” Takeshi’s voice is thick and his eyes heat as he watches his husband.
What is he picturing? An image of myself trapped between his stare and Shinji’s embrace unfolds in my mind. My breathing deepens and my skin prickles with goosebumps. I rub my arms to dispel the arousal and to hide my stiffened nipples. Any sane person would run from this arrangement, yet here I am contemplating all the wrong things.
Like, will they demand to come inside me every time? How will Shinji’s hair feel fanned against my skin? Will Takeshi let me ride his face and make a mess of his mustache and beard before letting me lick him clean? Damn, I need to focus.
We continue to discuss their terms and I go down the list of questions I’d jotted on the papers they gave me. They do not budge on most items, but I do get one other concession out of them.
“I want to be the one to end the life of my enemy,” I say.
Takeshi’s body tenses, his nostrils flare, and he pinches his lips. Shinji says something to him in soothing Japanese, which works to clear Takeshi’s agitation.
“As long as you aren’t pregnant, we can agree to your terms.” Takeshi rises and heads to my bedroom. “We’re going to see my cousin Masanori.”
“Why?” I follow behind him.
Takeshi begins packing my suitcase. He folds my clothes with more precision than an engineer.
Despite the curious looks I’m likely to receive, I retrieve the only item that has never left my side since my twelfth birthday, my only remaining connection to my parents.
Shinji’s and Takeshi’s gazes follow me to the bed as I unearth my baby blanket from under the covers. To a stranger, the unevenly stitched, misshapen cotton blanket with its faded colors isn’t worth treasuring.
Nevertheless, no amount of money will convince me to give it up. Some may consider it cursed. After all, my mom went into labor while finishing the last stitch and she never made it home. Then my father died while retrieving it for me when we should have been running for our lives. These traumatic events don’t matter in the long run. Without my blanket close at hand during the night, sleep eludes me.
“Masanori oversees all Kimura legal enterprises, including the Serenidad branch of our law firm,” Shinji responds, going to the weapons Takeshi confiscated.
As he packs away each item, I run an inventory in my head. I really had no chance against them. Takeshi found every weapon in my arsenal. I’m lucky they need something from me or else I’d be dead right now.
Maybe having two men used to this life watching out for me won’t be such a bad idea after all. I doubt anyone will get the drop on me with these two in the same room with me while I sleep.
I glance sharply at Takeshi but I can’t glean what he truly thinks about me. He furrows his brow, betraying his concentration as he handles my panties and bras.
Better not to dwell on what may be going through his mind.
I focus on Shinji who is practically bouncing in place. Now that he’s gotten what he wants, I wouldn’t put it past the man to skip everywhere he goes. And one of those things he wants is to protect me.
Since I made such a big deal of not wanting their protection, I bet the sensation I had earlier about Takeshi withholding information has to do with my safety. I can’t even bitch about their underhanded ways…
“What if I change my mind and accept your protection? That way we won’t have to worry about all the headaches of the baby contract.” My breath stalls while I wait for their reaction.
Shinji’s down-turned mouth and sad eyes implore me without words to retract my question.
“That offer is no longer on the table,” Takeshi says in a tone that could cut through diamonds. He straightens to his impressive height and folds his arms.
Well, shit. I truly shot myself in the foot with my stubbornness this time.
The sheer breadth of him probably should intimidate me, but I’m oddly aroused by the strain of his well-fitted suit against his muscled arms.
Fuck!
“Well, what’s your decision?” Takeshi asks in the ensuing silence.
“I’ll get my toiletries from the bathroom,” I say.
One step. That’s all I get in when Shinji swings me to face him. Without warning, his hands clamp around my face and his mouth descends on mine. His enthusiasm overwhelms me and his desire incinerates what will I thought I had.
I open to him. He thrusts his tongue inside my mouth and, oh God, I want to feast on him forever. I can’t believe Takeshi is willing to share Shinji because he tastes of all my favorite indulgences in one undeniable package. And he’s calorie free?
Our tongues duel because I cannot get enough of him and neither can he. He pulls me tighter to him while I tunnel my fingers into his hair, loosening his hair tie. His loosened strands curtain my face, feathery and cool to the touch. My body is on fire and I burn hotter when he presses his hardened dick into my stomach.
When we part, we are both panting, with dilated pupils and swollen lips. I am no closer to recovery when Takeshi approaches with determined steps.
He grabs Shinji by the hair and without breaking eye contact with me, he says, “My turn.”
Takeshi plunders Shinji’s mouth, bites at his lips, and growls his satisfaction. His eyes remain open and focused on me while he ravishes his husband.
I’m burning up, my knees are trembling, and my pussy is leaking from the visual stimulation. The first time I saw them together, I thought they were insanely sexy and that was with zero sexual contact. If they don’t cool it soon, my ovaries will be useless to them because they’ll have exploded from cum deprivation.
They slowly separate, and Shinji’s body falls into Takeshi with a delighted moan. In the circle of Takeshi’s muscular arms, who wouldn’t?
“She tastes good on you,” Takeshi says.
And there goes the first ovary.