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I try to escape in his wake, but don’t get more than one foot in the air when Shinji calls out, “Lakeshia?”
Busted!
Takeshi and Shinji scramble to their feet. Takeshi’s dick glistens and points up, distracting me and making me envious all over again. They don’t even try to be modest by covering themselves.
“Do you need something?” Takeshi is the first to reach me. He extends his arm, but I flinch then stiffen to cover my initial reaction.
If I am going to remain unscathed, I can’t let them see how their relationship affects me. Makes me want things that will never be an option. I go on the attack. “Put your clothes on. We have work to do.” I spin to make my escape, but Takeshi clenches his hand around my arm.
“Not so fast, chiisai senshi no megami.” He peers into my troubled eyes.
No matter how much I try to block my emotions, I know I’ve failed when Takeshi’s usually stoic features crease in a worrisome frown. His perceptiveness can be a real pain in the ass.
“Keishi-kun, maybe we should?—”
“Find out what’s truly bothering Lakeshia? I agree. Come inside.”
Without getting my agreement, Takeshi leads me into the room.Fuck!While on the other side, I’d only had to deal with the visual stimulation Takeshi and Shinji provided. Now, besides watching the natural play of muscles along their naked bodies and the sensuous lines of their tattoos, I can’t help but inhale the pheromones and off-the-charts sexual scents in the room.
Takeshi’s hold isn’t difficult to break, but I’m not willing to risk finding out what happens after I challenge him. I’m beholden to him and the Kimura organization. Without his help, how much longer will I have to wait to exact my vengeance?
“What was that all about? And don’t use work as an excuse. Something else is going on, and I’m tired of you side-eyeing us,” Takeshi says.
He hasn’t released me, which makes my position more precarious when Shinji sneaks behind me, sandwiching me between their naked bodies.
With one last effort to free myself so I don’t have to face what’s happening to me, I say, “If I side-eye you, it’s because you aren’t taking my concerns seriously. Case in point, I found you two fucking like my life isn’t in danger.”
“But Lakeshia.” Shinji kisses the side of my neck and an involuntary shiver takes me. Takeshi’s eyes narrow on my reaction.
“Your life is in less danger because of us.” Shinji’s voice still holds a deep resonance reflecting his arousal.
“Because the danger isn’t the problem here either, Shinji.”
Through Takeshi’s response, Shinji hasn’t stopped planting closed and open-mouthed kisses along my neck. Neither has my reaction stopped. If I pull away, I’ll only press into Takeshi and his still-hard dick.
“Of course it is,” I breathe.
“Don’t lie to us. You’re upset because we’ve denied you. Because while we’ve shown you respect to avoid another episode, Shinji and I haven’t stopped enjoying each other.”
“Fine! You got me! I want you to be as miserable as I am.”
Takeshi cups my cheek and I don’t shy away from glaring at him with all my pent-up frustration. “You should have said something.”
“I did! You weren’t listening. I told you I was ready, but you know me better than I know myself. Far be it from me to question the sage’s wisdom.”
Shinji snickers behind me.
“Enough!” Takeshi studies me, my rebellious stare, and the rise and fall of my breasts. Then he nods as if he’s made a momentous decision after debating with himself.
Could it be he’s had reservations about impregnating me this whole time and took advantage of my reaction? I open my mouth to ask him when he preempts me.
“If you say you’re ready, we’ll believe you. As a reminder, readiness isn’t solely about fucking. Can you handle our connection?”
His question reminds me of the scene I interrupted that sent me running, not out of anger but from having to confront my crazy emotions. I jerkily nod because that is my only recourse now after making a spectacle of myself. I have my pride, and she still doesn’t want to admit to me or these men that somehow they’re changing me.
An excited, “Whoop” from Shinji startles me into Takeshi’s arms, and oh, his skin feels so good. I sniff, though I fail at doing so discreetly.
“We should celebrate now. Lakeshia, you’re overdressed.” Shinji spins me around and slams his mouth on mine.
