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, lifting 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.
I glance up from looking at Fate and see her mother’s eyes pinned on me like I’m some sort of felon and she’s the police. “What happened, and before you tell me nothing, you’ve been acting weird all morning.”
Over the last few months Ivy and I have developed an amazing friendship. I think everything with the Bears MC and Grizzly stealing her son pushed us into becoming close pretty quick. After she gave birth to Orion and Fate, I was the one checking in on her every few hours, offering a helping hand whenever I could. On top of it I had Amara to treat, but she’s one of those patients who it’s best to leave alone. That woman is a damn coyote.
“You mean you didn’t
hear?”
“Hear what?” Ivy asks.
“Damon stuck Mouser on me when he found out my parents are actively searching for me. Apparently, Damon doesn’t want me going anywhere without Mouser. Cute, right?”
“No shit. Really?” Ivy seems a bit shocked, but I don’t know why she is. I’m learning ever so quickly that men in this lifestyle are complete alphas. While it’s hot, it’s also infuriating.
“Yeah. Mouser is now my roommate too.”
Ivy busts out into laughter at hearing that. “You two fuck yet?”
What in the world. I lose my breath like someone just punched me in the gut. “I . . . uh, why would you— um . . .” I struggle to form a sentence and Ivy’s smile grows wide.
“You know, I was just fucking around with you but I can tell something happened. Spill. Every detail. I need to know something, okay? Kade hasn’t touched me since these two came out because he’s afraid to hurt me. Please, tell me something.”
“I didn’t plan for it to happen. It just kind of did, without warning, shooting down on me like a lightning bolt. One minute I was in the kitchen drinking and the next I was falling on top of him.”
“Like, falling on his dick?”
Now I’m the one laughing, “No, he startled me. I lost my footing and he tried to break my fall . . . and he broke it alright. I was on top of him and he felt me up, gave me a handy, teased me with his lips so close to mine but wouldn’t kiss me. I came all over him, soaked his jeans completely and then he lifted me up on the kitchen island, flipped me around and fucked me silly like some caveman. But that wasn’t all, we kept going until about four in the morning.”
“Oh my God. This is amazing!”
“His dick is huge. I’ve never seen a cock that big in my life and I thought the last guy I was with was well endowed.” I say.
“What do you mean?” Ivy questions, now starting to burp Orion since he’s finished his bottle.
“Mouser’s cock has to be a foot long. I swear. It’s huge. It didn’t even fully fit in me.”
“No. Stop!”
“Yeah, and I’m so sore today I feel like I was fucked by three hundred men.”
“Oh, I’m so jealous.” Ivy complains, frowning.
“I told him it was a one-night thing though, Ivy.”
My friend draws her brows together, “Okay, so what? People have one-night stands all the time.”
I suck in a breath and tell her word for word what Mouser said to me last night. “And he did it while he was hovering over top of me, hissing it out like a starved man, like he was angry at my pussy and wanted to punish it. It . . .”
“Only made you want him more.” Ivy fills in the blanks.
As much as I hate to admit it, she’s right. “Yeah, it just made him sexy as anything to me. But, I’m not good with men, Ivy. I’m not the type who commits.”
“Is it me, or are you jumping the gun here? When did he ask you to be his Ol’ Lady?”
“He didn’t,” I reply.
“Alright, then slow your roll and relax. He’s not saying he wants to marry you or anything. Until he does, don’t freak out. But in the meantime, do us both a favor and get the dick as much as you can. He sounds like he’s quite talented. I’m living vicariously through you, you know.”
“I don’t know if I want to entertain the idea of fucking him again, Ivy.” I admit.
“Why the hell not, because you’re afraid he’ll want more? He’s the youngest guy in the MC, he’s a prospect and he’s been known to fuck clubwhores. Relax, he’s probably just getting a hard on from the idea of fucking you. But, I’m not saying don’t use one another for pleasure. You use him the same way he’s using you, girlfriend. Fuck, you might as well enjoy the time you have with him. You two are gonna be spending an awful lot of time together.”
I nod, “Yeah, you’re right. I hate to do this, but I have to get going and talk to Damon about that. He needs to understand I’m not some woman who needs a bodyguard. I can handle myself.”
“Good luck with that.” Ivy giggles out. She’s only laughing because she knows it’s going to be hard for me to convince Damon I don’t need someone around me constantly. Internally, I’m cursing at my uncle for making Damon even do this in the first place. If he didn’t say anything to the MC Prez I wouldn’t even be dealing with any of this. Everything would’ve been peachy keen. Ugh, that’s family for you, though. Always wanting to protect you in some way.
Chapter Eight
The way you feel when you kiss him for the first time. Like fire within your bones. Like your soul has returned to the water. Like every part of you that came from a dead star is alive again.
~ Nikita Gill
Sakura
“Damon, you and I need to have a chat.” I declare, strutting right up to the president of the Reapers MC Las Vegas charter. He’s standing in front of his Ol’ Lady, which is essentially a term for the club members’ girlfriends, fiancés, or wives. His mouth is hanging open and I see he has something small in his hands. It looks like a photo, but as I grow closer, I realize that isn’t just a photo. It’s a sonogram picture.
“Is this for real?” Damon asks, staring down at the photograph.
Kat is his woman, and she’s an interesting character. Like Ivy, she’s experienced the cruelest parts this world has had to offer. “I wouldn’t joke with you about something like this. Maybe cancer, but not a pregnancy.” Have I mentioned she has the darkest humor ever?
Damon chuckles before he breaks out into a huge smile and wraps his arms around his girl. “We’re having a fucking baby. Holy shit.” He turns around, clears his throat and announces to everyone in the room, “We’re having a fucking baby!”
Dixon, Cobra, Izzy, Chaz and I are the only people in the clubhouse right now besides Kat and Damon. “Congrats to the both of you,” I say.
“Thanks,” Kat replies.
“Thank you,” Damon responds. “Didn’t you need to talk to me or something?”
I nod, “Yes, I do. Although, I’d prefer if we could go into your office and have this discussion.”
Damon brings his lips together and forms a stoic expression. I’m sure he can tell whatever I’m about to say to him is going to irritate him quite a bit. Men like Damon don’t appreciate hearing women can take care of themselves, or that the way they tried to help isn’t what they want.
“Fine. C’mon,” Damon leads the way and I follow him through the club until we’re both in his office and he’s shut the door. Before I even have a chance to speak, he’s already talking again. “I’m naturally assuming this has something to do with Mouser being your keeper, and you wanting me to take him back?”
Mind reader much? “Yes,” I confirm.
“I’m not changing my mind, Sakura. Mouser is going to be glued to your fucking hip until your parents are either dealt with or are no longer a problem. Speaking of Mouser, where is he?”
I ignore Damon’s question and instead choose to figure out what he means. “Out of curiosity, how do you plan on handling my parents? You know, my father is the Emperor of Japan, and my mother is the Dragon, the leader of the Yakuza. So please, tell me how you’re simply going to deal with them.”
Damon takes a couple steps toward me and looks down at me, directly in the eyes. “You came to me for protection, so don’t stand here and ask what my plan is like you don’t believe we have the power or resources to effectively do what we were asked. If you didn’t believe in us, you shouldn’t have ever asked. So, save me the sassy treatment you’re spitting out at me right now. We both know it’s an act and the only thing you’re pissed about is Mouser.”
He’s right. I was the one who asked Damon for protection, and I know they have allies . . . but how many. How are the Reapers’ allies going to be able to help me against my parents? “How are we going to keep me safe now? What’s the plan?”
“You don’t need to be worried, Sakura. I can tell something’s eating at you.”
“Obviously.
I’m concerned because no one has said shit to me. Instead, you’re acting like I’m some damsel in distress and I’m certainly not one of those.”
Damon shuts his eyes, turns and walks over to his desk, taking a seat behind it. “As far as MCs go we’re allies with plenty of them. The Iron Vex in New York, Skulls Renegade in Tennessee, the Raiders out in California, the Sons of Gods in Alabama, and the Devil’s Riot MC. They’ve recently become allies with the Royal Bastards Baltimore charter, so I’ve reached out to their Prez so we can be on the same side. What you might not realize is that the Skulls have a direct tie to the Romanian mafia. If we don’t have our hands in the pot somewhere, we have someone who does. And should I even bring up your godfather and the ties to the Mexican Cartel? You have no reason to be worried, Sakura.”
I take in a deep breath, now understanding the lengths of the Reapers reach. However, it’s as though Damon is dismissing every threat with my parents because of it. There’s a reason I asked for protection. There’s a reason I fled my family and ran to my uncle. Every decision I’ve made since I left Tokyo was calculated and had reasoning behind it which others may not understand.
I’m running from my family, but more so, my duty to them. You see, I was never just their daughter. I was their ‘doctor’ in a sense. I fixed their men and women who were hurt. I also acted as a political pawn for my father since he’s the Emperor. I’d go to galas and eavesdrop on other people. I’d ensure I was at the right place at the right time, and I know I had a hand in certain individuals’ deaths.
The truth of the matter is that I couldn’t live with myself anymore. Knowing that I was the reason behind acts of violence when I went to school to help people. It ripped me apart. Most of all, I knew that if I stayed with my family . . . I’d lose every sense of who I am.
“Lucian had you in a masking program, right?” Damon inquires.
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