by Lila Rose
“Taro,” he uttered.
Peering up at him, I cupped his balls and gently rolled them around before I dipped in and sucked his dick down to the base.
“Fuck,” Josh clipped low. He dropped back to an elbow and used his other hand to touch my face, my neck, my hair. Slowly, I grazed my lips up while swirling my tongue around him.
“Christ, Taro. Fuckin’ perfect,” he muttered, watching me bob up and down on his dick. His stomach muscles contracted and loosened as I went. His hand didn’t let up touching me. A moment later, his head dropped back, eyes squeezed tight, as if feeling, enjoying, getting lost in the moment.
Gorgeous.
While sucking him, I took out the tube of lube, opened it, and squirted some onto two fingers. I dropped the tube and touched the slicked-up fingers to Josh’s hole. He sucked in a breath and lifted his head, eyes narrowed.
His dick fell free, and I kissed the base as I ran my fingers over his entrance. “Do you trust me?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said instantly, which surprised me enough to freeze. He snorted out a hesitant laugh. “You’re surprised?” I nodded. “Babe, if I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t be here.”
My chest expanded at the knowledge. I kissed his inner thigh, his dick, his hip and then sucked his dick back into my mouth while I gently applied pressure against his hole. Another harsh breath dropped from Josh, and his brows dipped.
“Relax,” I said before taking him back into my mouth. I sucked, licked, and ran my mouth up and over him as I edged in some more. He was tight. So fucking tight. I was never used to this much tightness, but I knew I could blow his mind when I reached the right spot.
He tensed, so I made sure to spend more attention on his dick, and soon, he was holding the back of my head, moaning my name.
I pushed in further, and when he cursed, hips near lifting off the bed, I knew I was in the right area.
“What the fuck?” Josh panted.
I licked up his dick and smirked. “Josh, I’d like you to meet your prostate.”
When I rubbed over it again, he clamped his top teeth over his bottom lip before groaning, “Holy fuck.”
My dick throbbed. Watching him was… such a turn-on. I would be a few pumps from coming.
“Taro,” Josh muttered, spreading his legs wider. I withdrew my finger and pushed back in, hitting it again and again. His balls drew up, and he cried, “Fuck. Fucking hell.”
Before I could take him in my mouth again, Josh’s body tensed. “More,” he bit out. I rubbed over the sensitive area, and Josh reached out to snag his hand in my hair as his cum shot out over his stomach. “K-Keep going,” he pleaded. I did, and he kept coming.
As soon as his body shuddered with the last drop, I removed my finger and stood. “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen,” I told him. Besides myself, no one I had been with before had been able to come from just prostate play—they needed the dick action along with it—but Josh was as sensitive as I was, and I fucking loved it.
As he tried to catch his breath, Josh’s arm was thrown over his eyes. I laughed when he gave me a thumbs up.
“I’m going to wash—” Josh sat suddenly, wincing a little, but in the next second, his hands were in my pants, undoing them. “Josh, you don’t—”
“Shut it,” he ordered and pushed my pants down to the floor. Next, his mouth was on my dick, and he lapped at my pre-cum before drinking me in, taking my dick all the way in his mouth. I grunted around a moan, watching him take me in and out of his luscious lips.
“I’m close,” I warned. Josh didn’t stop fucking my dick with his mouth. He used his tongue to tease, to drag along all sides of my cock.
“Josh,” I cried before I felt my release explode into his mouth. It didn’t stop him though. He took it, sucked it down, and searched for more. Josh even used his hand to drag out the last drop before he licked it away.
My chest rose and fell rapidly, both from the sudden orgasm and that it’d been Josh who gave it to me.
“That was quick,” he teased with a cheeky smile before kissing my stomach.
I swatted his arm. “Watching you was foreplay for me. I was ready to come in my pants.” I gripped the hair on the top of his head and forced his head back. “Did you like it?”
“The arse play or suckin’ you off?”
I grinned. “Both?”
His eyes darkened. “Loved it.” He dragged me down into a kiss.
I wasn’t giving him up.
No matter what, I wanted him by my side, always. I didn’t care that it hadn’t been long. I knew he was mine.
Chapter Sixteen
Ruin
The funeral had come and gone. I had been with Taro the whole time, while Cowboy also stayed in Melbourne and hadn’t left Mimi’s side since arriving. Mimi didn’t seem to mind one bit. They looked at each other with stars in their eyes—when Mimi wasn’t dragged under by painful thoughts. She seemed to be handling it better than I’d thought she would. It probably had a lot to do with her father being a bastard.
A couple of days after the funeral, Taro and I sat early one morning in the kitchen. It was one of the rare moments he’d sent the guards away. They seemed to be more present than they had been. Them doing so had concern sinking into my gut.
“Taro.”
He lifted his eyes from his phone and smiled warmly. “Yes, pet,” he purred.
Hearing his name for me brought my own smile forward. I shook my head and asked, “Is there something coming up I should know about?”
Shifting on his stool, his flirty look disappeared. “What do you mean?”
“With all the extra protection gettin’ around.”
He bit his bottom lip and sighed. “I worry.”
My brows shot down, my gut clenching. I’d figured as much, which was why I still carried my gun with me. Still, I wanted Taro to confirm my fears. “About what?”
He smoothed a hand over the counter my way. I took it in both of mine. He licked his lips and stared down at our hands. “You know the types of businesses I handle within the family.”
I did. Always had. “Yeah.”
He dropped my hand and straightened on the stool. “There are people who want our trade and would do anything to get it. They will see Father’s passing as a weakness, use it as an opportunity to take out the main contender in the city. We added extra protection because of the increased threat. If anything happened to Mother, Mimi, the family… you, I….” He shook his head.
“But you’re not worried about your life?” I accused, already aware he was that type of guy. He wouldn’t care about himself, only others.
Taro smirked and shrugged.
Then I would do it for him. I would protect him.
As I opened my mouth to speak, the windows in the kitchen shattered under gunfire. I was up off my stool, wrapping an arm around Taro’s waist and dragging him down to the floor. “Fuck,” I clipped when the shots didn’t slow. We needed to move, get behind the counter for added protection.
Nothing could happen to Taro.
Fucking nothing.
I took his hand and urged him to move by me. “Stay low. Get around the counter,” I ordered as I ran my gaze over him like he was doing to me. I could only see a few cuts and scrapes from the glass shattering over us, but no large wounds. Taro started forward on his hands and knees, looking back once to check that I followed.
Screams started, more gunfire.
Shouts.
One that sounded a lot like Botan. “Get the fuck out of here and live or die here trying to get to our master.”
“No. Tell your master to come out here.”
“He will not speak to the likes of you,” Ryo countered.
Taro rested back against the counter with a gun in hand. I crouched in front of him, pulling my gun free, and eyed the doorway. No fucker would get in here for him.
Protect.
Protect.
Protect.
It was the only thing that
ran through my mind.
“Who are they?” I whispered over my shoulder, eyes still to the door.
His nostrils flared as he stared at me. “Rivals,” he snarled low. “Stay here,” he ordered.
I pressed into him before he could move. “No, you stay here.”
“Josh—”
“Wolf, come out here, or that room won’t be the only one we shoot up.”
Fuck.
How did they know what room Taro had been in in the first place?
Taro pushed at me, but I didn’t move. He wasn’t going out there. “Josh,” he clipped.
“You are not goin’ out there.”
“I have to. For my people, my family.”
I ground my teeth together. If it was me, I would do the same thing. The thought of him in harm’s way soured the taste in my mouth, and an ache formed in my chest.
“Josh,” Taro said gently as I heard Ryo trying to stop the situation. I turned enough to see him; his hand rested on my shoulder, where he squeezed. “They need to pay for this. For coming onto the property during our time of grieving.”
Drawing in a deep breath, I nodded. “But together.”
“Josh—”
“Together, Taro, or not at all.” I wasn’t giving up on that.
With narrowed eyes, he bit out, “Fine.”
“Wait,” I called softly. “Can I shoot them?”
His eyes widened before a soft chuckle dropped from his mouth. A mouth I wouldn’t mind kissing, except it wasn’t the right moment. He shook his head. “Wait until I speak to him, and then we’ll see if we need to shoot them.”
I winked. “Got it.” We crawled out the kitchen and stood in the hallway, heading towards the external door which would lead out to where the stand-off took place.
Before Taro could step outside, I tugged on his arm and moved in front of him, quickly walking outside before him, gun raised.
“Josh,” he clipped low.
At least twenty men were facing off against Taro’s men, and there were about fifteen of those. Ryo and Botan stood at the front of the group. Taro’s men parted, and I led Taro through, shifting the gun to my side with the safety off. I was ready, and if any of the motherfuckers twitched in Taro’s direction, I’d shoot even before they talked. I stopped at the front, and Taro stepped up beside me. He held his own gun pointed to the ground.
“Ah, Wolf, it’s so good of you to join us. I thought you would have stayed hiding behind your people.”
“It’s not I who usually does that, Smith. How did you get beyond the gates?” Taro asked.
Smith laughed. “Easily. You should really check who you have within your walls.”
“What has Jiro promised you?” Taro demanded.
Anger shot to my gut and warmed me. If Jiro was behind all of this, I’d kill him with my bare fucking hands.
The smirk on Smith’s face dimmed a little. The reaction told me enough: that goddamn Jiro was behind this. Smith replaced the smirk and shrugged. “I do not know this Jiro person.”
Taro snorted. “You were never good at lying. Tell me what you demand, Smith. I bore of this.”
Smith narrowed his eyes. “Do you honestly think you have the upper hand here?”
“I don’t think, I know. Hurry up and tell me.” It probably wasn’t appropriate, but the confidence Taro showed turned me on. He was a good leader, seeming calm and collected. Unlike this Smith guy, whose expression showed every thought.
“Leave this house with your family and no harm will come to you,” Smith said.
Taro grinned. “Really?”
“Yes,” Smith hissed.
“Now?” I asked.
Ignoring Smith, Taro shot his grin to me. He turned his back on Smith and stepped in front of me. I looked at him but kept notice of what went on behind him. Taro cupped the side of my face before leaning in to press his lips to mine. “Soon, pet,” he whispered before pulling back. “So eager to kill. I love it.” He patted my chest and faced Smith again, who looked about ready to pop a blood vessel. I rested my free hand on Taro’s waist, tugging his body back into mine.
“You disgust me,” Smith snarled.
“It wouldn’t be the first time, and I’m certain it won’t be the last…. Then again, it just might be.”
“What do you mean?” he clipped.
“I have my own demand, Smith, before I deal with Jiro.”
“What?”
“It’s simple, really.”
Smith’s upper lip raised in a silent snarl. “Tell me then.”
“Leave or die. You have five seconds to rethink whatever Jiro has promised you and run before you and your men lose their lives.”
Smith laughed. His men were more hesitant but eventually joined in.
“You’re delusional. These are not the only men who surround your property. You’re outnumbered.”
“Am I?” Taro questioned.
“Yes!” Smith yelled and lifted his gun, pointing it directly at Taro. My hand clenched on his stomach, which he patted.
“Five,” Taro started.
“Leave,” Smith bellowed.
“Four,” Taro stated, raising his own gun. We all followed suit.
“You won’t win,” Smith said.
“And you won’t listen, will you?” Taro sighed.
“Jiro, get out here, now!” Smith screamed.
Taro chuckled. “Jiro won’t be joining you, Smith. The fool wasn’t discreet when meeting with you. We didn’t know the plan, but we knew something was coming. I made sure Jiro was watched at all times, and when he started arming himself this morning, he and his family were taken into custody. You’re on your own, Smith. Do you still want to do this?”
“You motherfucking—”
“Now!” Taro shouted. In seconds, I stepped from behind Taro, lifted my gun, and started shooting. They tried, even managed to get a few shots off—one caught Botan in the leg—but Smith underestimated Taro. Hell, I didn’t even think he had that many men under his command, but there they were, coming from all different places, demolishing the danger in front of us.
Smith hid behind his men like the coward he was, but I saw him aim at Taro. Not realising I’d moved so far from him, I opened my mouth to shout his name, but I needn’t have bothered. In the next second, Taro pulled another gun free and shot Smith square in the forehead. The man dropped to the ground, and the gunfire settled.
In the stark silence of the ceasefire, I stalked to Taro, turned him, and searched his body for any wounds. Besides the earlier scrapes, there was nothing. My heart slowed, and I relaxed my shoulders, pulling him into a hug.
He shifted back, brows drawn low, worry filling his gaze. But he shook his head and moved from the embrace to call, “Let’s get the injured to the infirmary. Ryo, call the doctor. Mark down if we lost any. We will mourn their deaths and make sure their families will be well cared for. Those who aren’t injured, help with the clean-up.” He started for the house, and Ryo fell into step beside him.
“Taro,” I called.
He didn’t look over his shoulder. He didn’t stop.
Something was fucking wrong.
I caught up with him just inside. People ran about, helping with whatever they needed. I ignored them and grabbed Taro’s arm, turning him towards me.
“What the fuck?” I bit out.
He tugged his arm free. “We’ll talk when I’m done.” I caught Ryo’s wince when Taro went to move off.
“Don’t walk away from me,” I said, hands clenching at my sides in frustration.
“I have things to do.”
“I can help,” I told him.
He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a breath. Straightening, he pointed towards a room. “Go and see if Mimi is okay for me, please. I’ll meet you in the room.”
“I want in on talkin’ to Jiro.”
“It’s a family matter.”
That cut. It cut fucking deep. I thought we had something, and we’d be partners, but I was
wrong.
No. Fuck it. I wasn’t wrong.
He was stressed, and something was eating at him, but he wasn’t ready to talk. I wouldn’t take what he’d said to heart. I wouldn’t. Still, it didn’t stop the dull ache in my chest. All I could do was stare at him. If I opened my mouth, I’d say something I didn’t mean. With that in mind, I clamped my mouth shut.
Taro looked at me for a while longer before he walked off again. I didn’t follow that time. I stayed right where I was as concern twisted my gut.
When I reached Mimi’s door, I knocked, and Cowboy called, “Who is it?”
“Ruin.”
I heard the door unlock before Cowboy swung it open. I stepped in, my gaze settling on Mimi. “What happened?” she asked. “You’ve got cuts on you.”
“I’m fine. That’s nothin’. All I know is that Jiro made a deal with a rival, and it didn’t work out the way they expected it. Everyone’s safe though.”
She let out a shaky breath. “Good.” She shook her head. “Goddamn Jiro.”
“Who’s he?” Cowboy asked. I told him that and what else Jiro had been doing and saying.
Cowboy snarled, “Fuckin’ cunt.”
“Exactly.” I nodded.
“Are you okay?” Mimi asked me.
I moved over to the couch in her room and sank down onto it. Clasping my hands in front of me, I rested my elbows on my knees. “Yeah, fine.”
“Is that why you look worried and yet pissed?” she questioned.
“It’s nothin’, sweetheart.”
“Bull, it’s my brother. If he’s pushed you away, it’s because the scene would have worried him. I’m sure whatever he’s done or said, he didn’t mean it.”
“I know.” And I did, but… yeah, it fucking hurt he didn’t want me at his side after what just happened. I stood. “I’m gonna get in another shower. Probably still got glass and shit all over me.” I moved to the door.
“You can stay a while if you want,” Cowboy offered.
“I’m good, brother. Thanks, though.” I didn’t go to Taro’s room. I still had clothes in mine, so I headed there, grabbed some new gear, and showered, hoping it’d wash away the depressing thoughts.