“Jesus, and I thought when Rafael had the Cartel shit was fucked up.” Damon grumbles, now pacing the room.
“Now I will tell you something Sakura doesn’t even know. She believes her mother was the one to put the bounty on her head, however that isn’t the case. Her father is the one who ordered it, and Sora agreed.”
“Fucking hell,” I snap in disbelief.
“So, Damon, I need to know that you’re going to do whatever it takes to protect my goddaughter. If you can’t do that, I’ll take her back to Mexico.”
“Mouser, you have the most experience when it comes to guns and tracking people down. I want you to take point on watching Sakura. You will be stuck to her like glue. Is that understood?” Damon speaks up, ever so clearly.
“Me?” I question, a bit shocked. I know he didn’t keep me back to talk about this.
“Yes. You come from a family full of bounty hunters. Am I wrong to give you this assignment?” My Prez asks.
“No, Prez. You can count on me.” I confidently reply.
“Now Eduardo, mind telling me how you were able to discover Sakura’s father is the one who put the hit on her?” Damon asks our ally, who does seem to have very important information.
Eduardo smiles, “I will never reveal my secrets, Damon. I know you understand that, just as you would never do the same.”
Damon curses under his breath but gives the older man a curt nod. “I do.”
“Glad we understand each other. Well, I must get going. There’s quite a bit of business for me to attend to over the border. If anything comes up, or you need my help, do me a favor and reach out.”
Eduardo leaves Damon’s office and the two of us are left alone. Damon’s eyes shift to the ground. The sure signal he’s deep in thought, and while his eyes look at the floor, he begins to speak. “You’re no longer going to be staying in the trailer. I want you to move into one of the guest bedrooms of Sakura’s house, the closer the better. If what Eduardo says is true, we need to be prepared for everything and anything that could be coming our way.”
“Fuck, she’s not gonna like this.”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what she likes or doesn’t. The point is to keep her alive and now that we know she’s been officially removed from the masking program we must be smarter.”
“Alright, when are you gonna tell her I’m moving in?” I ask. Honestly, I don’t want to be anywhere near that shitshow. Sakura can be kind, but she’s a spitfire.
Damon chuckles, “I’m not. You are.”
Chapter Five
You do not just wake up and become the butterfly
~ Growth is a process
Sakura
Thankfully as the sun has gone down it’s gotten a bit more bearable in here. Not too long ago I heard Boog and Cobra saying they were heading out to a home improvement store to get some window air conditioning units. I told them that would be a great idea and they said Mouser is the one who suggested it to Damon. Man, I could kiss him. I’ve taken three showers today just from the amount of sweat that’s been coming out of my body.
Instead of opting to make dinner, it’s a plum wine and ice cream kind of night. I’m in a white ribbed tank top with a pair of silky short shorts. The silk feels so nice against my skin. I crack open the bottle of Umeshu, which is a cheap plum wine and grab the pint size of vanilla Ben & Jerry’s from the freezer.
The plum taste floats over my taste buds before I swallow and I spend the next thirty minutes finishing my Umeshu and a third of my vanilla ice cream has suddenly been devoured. Oops. Walking over to the fridge I grab another bottle and turn the nose, opening it and drinking more. With what my uncle had told me earlier today, needing a drink shouldn’t be so shocking.
Fuck, I should’ve known Lucian would’ve held off on taking me out of his masking program. More than that, though, I should’ve known he wouldn’t have just treated me like a business associate. The man can’t separate his feelings from anything. I want to say it’s why I cut things off with him, but that’s not why. I only ended things because I’m an absolute horror when it comes to commitment. I don’t understand why, but the idea of it scares me. Maybe if I was a different person, a relationship with Lucian could’ve worked.
At the end of the day, though, he knew what we were. Two people who would fuck and that’s it. I never agreed to a relationship with him and he knew from the very beginning it wasn’t ever going to turn into anything.
As I stand here sipping on my Umeshu I wonder if my twisted family is behind the reason of why I have such a hard time with commitment. The idea of my mother’s members, or children as I should call them . . . giving up their own families and committing to the Yakuza . . . it just . . . well, it makes everything seem so fucked up. Even from a young age I’ve always viewed commitment as the reason behind giving up part of yourself to gain something else. Is it wrong that I don’t want to give up part of myself, or my happiness? No, it isn’t.
A harsh knocking sound comes to my front door, so loud that I jolt and drop my Umeshu which hits the tile floor and breaks. I decide to leave it where it is for now and head over to the door, looking through the peep hole to see Mouser on the other side. Not thinking about it, I immediately open the door since I know him. “Hey, I didn’t know you were coming over,” I state just as my eyes fall to the duffel bag in his right hand. “Or should I say staying over?”
He shrugs, “I figured you’d have a problem with it. Damon wants me to stay with you. Your uncle told him Lucian took you out of that program.”
“Ah,” I mutter. I should’ve realized this would’ve happened. “I suppose there isn’t any convincing you to head back to your trailer?”
Mouser chuckles lowly, “If I do that my ass will be reamed before dawn, Dove.”
I don’t mistake the pet name he’s just given me. What an odd one at that. I place a hand on my hip and stare up at the man. His cheekbones are high which well define his face. He’s a classic pretty boy. It seems to be an American thing. I watched the original movie of Grease and the first pretty boy I ever saw was John Travolta playing his character. If his cheekbones weren’t enough his amber eyes are enough to cause any woman to melt down into a puddle. Then again, his chiseled 5 o’clock shadow is the real cherry on top. But his eyes, they just scream he’s kind, but everything else about the man says he’ll snap necks in two without even giving it an afterthought.
“You gonna let me in?” Mouser questions.
“Tsk, I was thinking about it. Tell me why you’re suddenly calling me Dove and I’ll allow you to pass over my threshold.”
Mouser cocks a brow before he smirks in a sinful way. One that makes me want to wrap my legs around the other to keep the aching from my core at bay. It’s been a while since I’ve hopped in the sack with anyone, and Umeshu just has a way of making me . . . horny as can be. “You know, what you said can be taken a few different ways.”
Stumbling over my words, I realize just how dirty that could’ve been perceived. “I wasn’t. I mean, I didn’t. Shit. I was only trying to figure out why you’re treating me like some girl you’re flirting with at the bar.”
“I call you Dove, because it’s the literal embodiment of what you are. Small and delicate.”
“Most would argue with that statement,” I say, moving out of the way so Mouser can come in the house. I’m not happy Damon has assigned me some sort of bodyguard, but I know it won’t do me any good to be bitching at Mouser about it. He can’t do anything. When I see Damon tomorrow, I’ll just have to make it very clear how I don’t need Mouser watching me in my house.
Damon should understand considering I’m on his property, under the protection of his club. Hell, the next thing I know he’s going to be telling me someone needs to stay in my bed. They could be that freaked out. Given my family, I do understand why. But you know . . . if the person sharing my bed happens to be tall, dark, and handsome I might not put up much of a fight.
No! I’m not going to be s
ome sex crazed woman right now. Mouser is hot. I’ll give him that, but I’m a fearlessly independent woman who doesn’t need a man. Not that I want him as a boyfriend or whatever, because let’s be honest, I’m a mess. I wouldn’t mind seeing where the rest of his tattoo goes under his shirt. I wonder if it spans down his abs, over his legs and . . .
“You alright?” Mouser’s question pulls me back to the present.
“M-me?” I stammer out.
“Yep. Who else would I be talking to?”
I giggle as a response, not liking getting caught in the middle of my thoughts. “Very funny. I was thinking about how Damon must think I’m pretty fucking useless if he’s sent one of his boys to watch over me, in the one place I’m supposed to get some privacy.”
“Yeah, well, get used to it Dove . . . ‘cause I’m not goin’ anywhere. If I don’t follow his orders, I’ll never become a full patch member of the club and I won’t let that happen. Which one is your room?” He asks, looking over to the doors.
I point to my room and he walks to the door directly beside it. Fuck. This is going to be interesting, and for some odd reason I feel as if that’s the most drastic understatement of the century.
Chapter Six
You have no idea how many times I’ve wondered what it would feel like to kiss you
~ Unknown
Mouser
Still can’t believe this shit. I’m in Sakura’s house, lying down in the bedroom next to hers, staring endlessly at the ceiling fan spinning. Essentially, I’m on lockdown with a woman I’ve been dreaming of fuckin’ for the last few weeks.
At first, I hated her. Boy do I mean it. I loathed her existence because she was an outsider. Someone we didn’t know and you can never trust people. We sure as hell didn’t trust Eduardo, so when he left her with us . . . well, I think it was enough to cause alarm. Eduardo wouldn’t have been the first man to send a pretty woman to do his bidding, tearing the club apart from the inside out.
I’ve been toying with the idea of waltzing out of this bedroom, back into the living area just to taunt her a bit more and see where I can get. It’s only a bit past ten and if I’m lucky I’ll crash around one in the morning. I’m one of those guys who no matter what only seem to need a few hours of sleep.
Guess my mind is made up. I get off the bed, tear my shirt off and leave my cut on top of the dresser. Heading out of my bedroom, I spot Sakura in the kitchen. She’s leaning over the island and her pert ass is on display ‘cause those damn short shorts are riding up a lil bit. Not that I mind.
I move my hand down to my groin to shift my cock as it grows harder while I venture up to her. “Thank God the a/c is back on, yeah?”
Sakura jumps, obviously shaken by my sudden arrival and slips. She starts to fall down to the right, but I catch her mid-air. It’s not enough to keep me from going down with her, though. My back crashes onto the floor but I keep my arms securely wrapped around her so she doesn’t get hurt. Once her eyes land on mine, I realize I’m pinning her right against my erection.
The way her eyes widen tells me she’s felt it. “You alright?” I question.
She nods quickly a couple times, “Yeah. Are you? You took the brunt of it.”
I chuckle, “Dove, it’s gonna take a lot more to hurt me.”
“You’re human, just like I am. We’re more fragile than you think.” She argues.
“You would know,” I state.
Sakura is a nurse practitioner, so in my eyes she’s pretty much a full-on doctor. In a sense it’s smart she’s here. She’s been helpful in a helluva lot of ways. From Amara’s gunshot wound to helping Ivy with the twins.
“Yeah, well, you’re right.” Sakura bluntly states, staying right where she is.
I look over her thick black eyebrows, down to the way her lips have that natural pout. It’s a rarity to see since we’re in Vegas and everyone loves plastic surgery a bit too much down here. Her robust breasts aren’t confined by a bra and I can’t help but stare. No one would be able to blame me. Her nipples are hard as rocks, almost like they’re begging me to take them in my mouth and circle my tongue around them.
“See somethin’ you like?” I taunt, cocking a brow.
Sakura blinks a couple of times, keeping her silence. So, I decide to act, sliding my hand up her back until I’m at the base of her neck and pull her down to me. I don’t kiss her at first. Instead I keep her mouth a mere inch away from mine. I want to tease her, to taunt her until she’s catapulting into something with me.
Sakura’s breath grows heavier, panting like an animal. I want to tease her, but a part deep inside me wants to know what it’d feel like to slam my cock into her pussy. I won’t even lie, I’ve been thinking about it for far too long. Little does she even realize she’s the one who’s been taunting me.
Sakura remains quiet, so I take it as an invitation to explore her body a bit more. Skimming my hand around her neck, I glide it over her breasts and wait until I’m at the bottom of her ribbed white tank top. I hook my thumb underneath it, waiting to see if she objects. Sakura doesn’t, so I continue. My hand flutters along her soft skin. Skin that’s covered with a small sheen of sweat from the heat, but even that won’t stop me.
If anything, it makes this even hotter. Drifting my hand higher, I go over her breast and feel her pert nipple and decide to bring my other hand underneath her shirt. She groans out in pleasure as I start to roll them between my fingers.
“Fuck, I shouldn’t be—” She starts to say,
“Shh, enjoy it.” I encourage her, deciding to lift her shirt up so her breasts are free. I bring her right nipple into my mouth, circling my tongue around her while my fingers continue to tease the other. Meanwhile, I take my other hand down her stomach, slide it under her silky shorts and am met with a bare, slippery pussy.
I think it’s sweat at first, but as I push my fingers between her lips I can see she’s obviously aroused. “Mouser, we shouldn’t.”
I pull my mouth free for just a moment, “We’re both adults. Why shouldn’t we? Hmm?” I ask while I brush the tip of my index finger against her clit and she starts to roll her hips over mine.
“You’re s-supposed to be g-guarding me. We. I don’t. I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Oh, you don’t?” I ask, dipping three fingers inside her. I fuck her with my hand while my thumb is now rubbing against her clit. Her juices start to flow in a steady pattern over my hand. “Your body seems to be enjoying this, Dove.”
“I . . . fuck. This is a one-time thing. Tonight and that’s it. Just o-one night,” She moans, growing still as I feel her on the verge of releasing over my hand.
“You say one night now, but you’re gonna want more of me, baby. I can guarantee it.” I cockily respond, fucking her with my hand even harder than before until she’s gushing all over my hand. When she’s done I pull my hand from her pussy, bring it up to my mouth and smear her essence over my lips and then hers before crushing her lips down onto mine.
I want to fuckin’ kiss her, and I want to taste her at the same time.
Fuck, does she taste good, like a fresh piece of peach pie. So sweet, so soft, and so fuckin’ delicate.
Our tongues meet for minutes, kissing the other with heat and haste. Meanwhile, I release her nipple and pick her up, laying her down on the stone counter in her kitchen. It might be hot in here, but that stone must feel cold against her tits. Yanking her shorts down, I insert a finger back into her wet cunt while I free my cock from my jeans.
Normally, I use a condom. Especially when it comes to women in the club, but not with Sakura. She’s not a fuckin’ whore. Plus, I wanna feel her pussy bare against my cock. With one swift movement I pull my finger from her pussy and shove my cock inside her. She groans out loudly, grabbing the sides of the island and I look down to see my entire cock isn’t even inside her. That’s what happens when your cock is practically a foot long— and no, I’m not joking.
“F-fucking hell,” Sakura moans, lifti
ng her ass up a little higher, practically begging for more.
I snicker under my breath, gliding my thumb over her essence and bring it to her ass, circling the hole. “Lemme ask you a question, Dove. Has anyone ever taken this ass of yours,” She doesn’t answer me at first, so I pick up my pace and fuck her even faster. “I asked you a question.”
“N-no. Never.” She confirms. I smile bigger than I have in weeks, pushing my thumb through the virgin hole and fuck her ass with my thumb while I’m in her cunt.
“You mean not yet, Dove. I’m going to take this ass of yours. Not tonight, but soon.”
“This is o-only a o-one n-night thing,” She tries to say again.
I lean my body over hers so my chest is against her back and place my lips next to her ear, rolling my hips against her. Just as I knew she would she begins to moan, louder and louder until her pussy is gushing for me yet again. I’m not gonna stop fucking her, not until she gives me every bit of cum she has in that sweet cunt of hers. “Baby, you’re never gonna wanna let this cock go. It’s magic.”
Chapter Seven
I want to taste you again, like a secret, or a sin
~ Unknown
Sakura
“Sakura, you feeling okay?” Ivy asks me from across her living room. Kade is out and she never minds having an extra hand here to help. Plus, it gave me an excuse to run out before Mouser got up this morning. After last night, I need some air.
It started with that fall. Fuck, I hate that I’m so damn clumsy. I’m sure the alcohol didn’t help the matter, though. He used his hands and cock on me so many times last night I feel like I’ve got third degree burns on my cooch.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Totally fine.” I’m quick to respond while I pull Fate up a little higher and finish feeding her a bottle. Man, this little girl looks just like her momma. She has the darkest black hair I’ve ever seen, somewhat of a caramel tan skin and on top of it all the ice blue eyes set her apart. When she grows up she’ll be a gorgeous woman, that’s for sure.
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