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I glance at my watch. It’s already time for lunch. “Change of plans. Head to Katsuo’s house,” I say to the driver.
“I didn’t say that’s where I am,” Masanori grumbles in my ear.
“You didn’t need to.”
“Don’t come hungry. She’s not here to feed you.” My cousin disconnects the call without waiting for my response.
Shinji grins at me, probably sensing a way to get under Masanori’s skin. “Kori’s working today?”
I frown at him, despite knowing Shinji will find a way to ignore my warning. “Behave or Masanori will make sure you don’t get what you want.” I stare pointedly at the folio with the legal documents in Shinji’s hands.
Ever since leaving the hotel, he’s had a death grip on the papers when his genuine desire is holding the woman sitting inches away from us pretending we don’t exist.
I return my attention to Lakeshia, more annoyed by her stubborn indifference. As light flickers over her chocolaty brown skin and lips, I wonder again, why her? I can’t deny her physical attraction, but Shinji isn’t superficial. He sees pretty faces all the time and has had numerous invitations. Despite the many women with bodies as magnificent as their faces openly soliciting his attention, no one piqued his interest until Lakeshia. I doubt the concussions are to blame. So what the hell is the reason he’s determined to make her our surrogate? Not just our surrogate, but our fuck buddy until she confirms her pregnancy.
A familiar sense of losing control steals over me. I can’t plan for what I don’t know, and too much about Lakeshia remains a mystery, including the effect she has on me.
Within twenty minutes, we pull up to Katsuo’s primary home. Although he has a larger house on the compound, he and his wife, Portia, stay in the smaller house. I doubt they’ll ever move. There are too many memories attached to the home thathelped them heal from their painful pasts. If I were them, I wouldn’t leave either.
I exit and hold the door open for Lakeshia and Shinji, resisting the urge to inhale Lakeshia’s scent as she passes. Soft notes of tuberose and vanilla laugh in the face of my defiance, seducing me with images from this morning of her soft body writhing beneath the sheets, not to mention the unfettered view of her unbound breasts and juicy thighs still slick with her cum…
Shit!I clamp my jaw and try to slow the blood rushing to my dick. Discussing how Shinji and I will do our best to fuck her until she’s full of our seed will strain my usual control. I don’t need to enter the discussion hard and ready to fulfill Shinji’s desire to watch me while I feed her sweet pussy with my essence. Not in front of an audience. As close as Masonori and I are, Shinji’s pleasure is for my eyes only.
Lakeshia shifts, reminding me she will also have a temporary pass to Shinji’s pleasure. Hopefully, she’s fertile and will only need to be in our lives for the ten months it will take to give birth to my and Shinji’s baby.
A caress on my cheek draws my attention to my husband, who winks and kisses my lips before retreating. “Come on, Keishi. You can brood later.”
I shake my head and lead them into the house. Dark, earthy notes of fermented soy make my mouth water. Kori is an amazing chef, marrying Eastern and Western cuisine in creative ways. The scent of shoyu always brings me back to Japan although my last trip there was some years ago.
We follow the aroma to the dine-in kitchen.
Masonori sits with a direct view of Kori as she prepares more food than the four of us will eat.
Shinji sidles next to her. “Did you know I was coming?” He beams down at her and she laughs.
Kori has everyone in the Kimura organization wrapped around her finger, but she doesn’t seem to know. I glance at my cousin, correcting the thought. She has everyone but Masonori willing to be at her beck and call for the promise of food. He seems to want something altogether different.
My cousin stares intently at the little Black chef as she works without saying a word. The atmosphere is always tense when he’s around her. Although he never seems to discuss anything with her beyond his next meal, the way he watches her feels more intimate than if I’ve caught them in a kiss.
“Based on Mr. Kimura’s response when he answered the phone, I guessed you were coming.” Kori rises on her toes to whisper in Shinji’s ear.
“Hontoni?” At Kori’s nod, Shinji wraps her in his arms and swings her around.
The muscles along Masanori’s jaw flex spasmodically as if he’s biting back an angry verbal attack.
“Put me down or you won’t have anything to eat,” Kori laughingly protests.
Once she’s earthbound again, I nod a greeting before leading Lakeshia to a seat opposite Masanori. I sit beside my cousin and Shinji plops on the chair next to Lakeshia. Within seconds, Kori serves us.
As she’s about to leave, Masanori says, “Where’s yours?”
Not once since we arrived has he taken his gaze off her.
Kori stumbles to a stop before turning and addressing him. “I figured you would want privacy to discuss what brought Shinji and Takeshi here.”
“You need to eat.” My cousin nods toward the other side of Lakeshia before directing his attention toward us and settling on me. “I distinctly recall telling you she isn’t here to cook for you.”
“But she has a conscience and cooked anyway. You can’t control everyone. Take it from someone who knows.” I nodtoward my husband who’s a master of doing whatever the fuck he wants regardless of my opinions about his actions.
