Akira Tong for Christmas (11 page)

How long are they here for?”

“They leave the day after Christmas.”

“Oh my gosh. That’s…that’s a whole week.” Several confused blinks later, I asked the dreaded question. “How do you plan to get out of this engagement?”

His gaze became tormented. “Was hoping you might…be able to help me with that.”

“How?” I asked, perplexed.

He sat back in his seat and sighed heavily. “I don’t know…like you did with my other problem.” Oh, great. Faaantastic. I closed my eyes.
I can do this. I can do this
. “Tell me everything about her that you know.”

His hesitation and raised brows didn’t comfort me. “She’s intelligent, a tai chi champion, a dancer, singer, actress…and this year’s Miss Universe.”

My shock came in rapid blinks. Sounded like the biggest exaggeration on the planet, but looking at Akira, the ridiculosity was real. “Oh.” I laughed once. “Tai chi, huh? Well, that’s a relief; she’s no match for my Tae-Bo. But…Miss Universe, now that…is a tough one to beat.” I shook my head, thinking, “I don’t know, Aki. I feel compelled to advise you to marry her. Dump the stupid, fat Miss America and marry the Japanese princess.”

“Sarah.”

I looked at him and found that silly, sexy grin. “This is not funny!” He leaned in and placed his hand behind my head and pulled me to him. I resisted. He pulled harder, putting our lips close. He stared into my eyes, then let his gaze drop to my mouth. He kissed me softly.

Reminding me. “I could
never
…love another woman, Sarah. Ever. I love you so much. I’m scared to death.”

My heart raced. “Why?” I whispered.

“Of losing you.” He shook his head barely. “I can’t imagine life without you now. Please. Don’t do this. Don’t leave me. Don’t let them have me. I need you.”

His every word built an immovable resolve in me to meet those needs. To be that woman. I pulled him in for a passionate kiss. “I love you, Aki. I won’t let them have you. You’re mine, I promise,” I whispered against his lips.

His relief filled my mouth, and his fingers strummed through my hair. I finally pulled away and nodded. “We can do this. Like a team. That’s the key. Never forget…we’re a team.” I met his soft gaze with my determined one and nodded. “Pinky swear it.” I held my pinky out, and he regarded it. “Put your pinky out. Come on.” As soon as he did, I hooked our pinkies together and locked them tight. “A team.

Till we win.”

He stared at our joined fingers, then met my gaze, his eyes filled with a curious awe. “A team. Until we win.”

I nodded again, then released him. “Let’s go, then.” I flicked my hand at the windshield.

He turned with a smile and pulled back into traffic.

Chapter Ten

“How do I greet your father?” I murmured through my smile in the terminal.

“Don’t bow. You’re terrible at it.”

“What? I am not.”

“A handshake is fine. And yes, you’re terrible. I’ll have to teach you how.” I snorted. “Who ever heard of bowing, anyway? Does the entirety of Japan think they’re royalty?” He gave that sexy half smile and hit me with his lazy brown gaze. “You were beautiful that day.”

“Oh, right, except for my bows.”

He faced the crowd coming through the doors. “It’s all I can think about. The first time I saw you.

How hard it was to play the pompous heir.”

“Huh.” I couldn’t stop my smile. “Pompous is right. You were a dignified jerk. And kissing ass now isn’t going to fix that.”

“Mmm. Perhaps kissing that beautiful, wet—”

I gasped and jabbed him with my elbow. Then giggled. “After I suck your delicious, hard…” His gaze snapped to me, and I snickered, biting my lower lip.

He finally returned to watching for his family. “God. What you did…no training could prepare me for.” The confession came on a breath of awe.

I beamed proudly, and then my heart stopped when he stiffened.

“There they are.”

I turned, and immediately my eyes landed on the distinguished group headed our way. Five. The only person I saw was the woman. She was a fucking goddess. I finally took in the elder man who, wow, seemed forty. Then the brother. Walking with a God’s-gift-to-all-women strut. The same vagina-throbbing good looks as Akira.

Only not this vagina.

I panicked when I realized he’d never given me names. Oh God.

I followed Akira toward them, hoping three steps behind was a professional distance. I made it through the brief introduction without incident. Except for the kiss his brother Nobu gave to my hand when I went for a shake. I didn’t look at Akira, not wanting to see his expression. And Katsumi. My heart was sick when I saw how much she liked Akira. My God, how would I keep him? She seemed to be in love with him, mixing her singsong Japanese with random statements in perfect English. The one thing that stood out like a tack in my mind was the
remember
such and such. He knew her. Anger gave me the courage to suffer through the disgusting procession from the airport to the hotel where his father would occupy the presidential suite, and the fiancée and brother would stay in their own prestigious suites.

The second we were alone in his suite, I let him have it. “You know her?” This while I poured me a nice big glass of wine.

“Of course I do. She’s the daughter of one of my father’s business acquaintances. But that doesn’t mean I know her beyond that.”

“Just how well do you know her? She seemed to have a lot of catching up to do with you.” His stormy gaze hardened as he closed the space between us. His arm went around me, and he crushed me to his body, making me gasp and fire ignite inside my center. “Don’t, Sarah,” he whispered, peering into my eyes. “Don’t do this to me.”

His desperate tone turned my anger into passion in a second. I pulled his face to mine, and our desire erupted. He angled his lips, and his tongue slid in, deep and demanding. Our eager fingers pulled at clothes, fighting to get to hot flesh—hard, soft, any and all of it.

“God, that bastard put his lips on you,” he growled, ripping my blouse open and filling both hands with lacy breasts. He lowered his head and sucked the tops of my tits, then fisted his hand in my hair and pulled my head back. He licked the column of my neck, then nibbled along my jaw. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast this time.” He bit my chin, and I moaned and whimpered at his urgent tone.

Had he been fucking me slow and soft before this? “Do it, Aki.” We tore off the rest of our clothes, and our bodies clashed in a fervor as I wrapped my limbs around him, and he held me up with those hard fingers on my ass, pumping my heat against his hard abs. I moaned and helped grind my pussy on him as he watched, mewling noises filling my throat.

He laid me on my back and knelt between my legs. He wasted no time grabbing hold of my waist and lifting me up on his cock. I watched, my mouth open. And just as he promised, he plunged into me. I cried out, staring into his turbulent, passionate gaze as his fingers dug into my waist and he fucked me. No other word for it. God, he pounded into me, his eyes moving from his cock to my bouncing tits to my face, like all of it added to the ecstasy for him. “Rub your clit for me,” came the growled rasp.

When my fingers began their familiar dance, he gasped and stopped pumping into me, clenching his eyes shut. He opened them again, still struggling for control, again watching me. His gaze roamed my body, always ending on my fingers wiggling between my pussy lips. Something else he couldn’t prepare for, I think. “You look so fucking good doing that, Sarah,” he half groaned.

“Mmm,” I moaned, giving him more by using my other hand to stimulate my nipples. His eyes narrowed, and he hissed at the sight. “Yes, baby, make it feel good. God, you’re so beautiful.” Sounded almost painful.

“Fuck me, Aki.” My gaze locked to his. “Make me come.”

His eyes slowly shut, and he obeyed. He paced his strokes, going slow at first, watching my fingers on my pussy and the way I rolled my nipples. I arched into my fingers, jutting my breasts up. When his thrusts became smacking, I let the tips of my fingers brush my nipples as I rubbed rapid circles over my clit. I gasped, feeling my orgasm coming fast, not wanting to stop it.

“Oh God, Sarah. Yes, rub it. Come for me.”

“I’m coming. I’m coming!”

My orgasm arced through me, straining every limb. Akira returned to his initial pace, frantic, fast, and hard, body hitting against mine. I couldn’t suppress the scream. Akira’s orgasm came at that moment.

His muscles went rigid, his entire body locked in climax. His mouth opened, and he gave that feral growling roar, lips pulled back in a snarl over perfect teeth.

He was born for that orgasm.

“Yes, Aki, yes,” I coaxed, in awe watching his beautiful mouth remain open with astonishment, his thrusts slowing. I raked my nails over his chest. “Mmmm, you look so good when you come in me.” Spent, he opened his eyes, then fell half on me. I snuggled in his possessive embrace, feeling safe and loved and cherished. Feeling like anything and everything was possible. The dark cloud followed right after. The forced marriage. It crept right in and sapped the warm reassurance from the beautiful moment, whispering,
You don’t own anything but maybe his heart. His fiancée and his father own the
rest of him.

The woman’s perfect face filled my mind, followed by the determined glint in his father’s dark eyes.

How would we get Akira out of this? Without ruining people’s lives? Including my own and my sister’s?

“What’s next, Aki?” I whispered, wishing I could get the emotional comfort that should have come with having his body glued to my backside.

He took in a deep breath and sighed. “We’re to have dinner at eight o’clock tonight.” His hand stroked over my ribs, then hip, then leg, and back up again. “I was hoping you’d sit this one out.” I tensed. “Why? And why didn’t you tell me this gorgeous woman was in
love
with you?” He gave a disgusted snort. “Love? She can’t begin to know the concept.”

“Oh, yes, she can. With you she can. Trust me.”

“She’s in love with money and power. Just like my father and her father.”

“That’s not what I saw when I looked at her. The way her eyes followed your every move and lit up when she saw you. It was disgusting.”

“Yes.” The stern agreement came with a comforting rub of his leg against mine.

“I mean, she didn’t even notice me. Guess that’s a good thing.”

“Yes, trust me, it is. And let’s keep it that way. Underneath that fake beauty is a power-hungry-monster whore.”

I wiggled my butt and moaned. “Your brother’s cute.” I smiled a little. His hand stopped caressing, and I giggled. “I’m teasing you, Akira. God. You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen and ever want to see. Mmmmmm. And you taste so good.” I stroked his side and hip, and his cock twitched against my butt. I pressed into the feeling, then turned so that I was on my back, my leg draped over his hip, my arm above my head.

He put his hand between us and sought entrance with the head of his cock. I moved my hips, helping him, and he plunged in deep. The feeling stole my breath, and like a drug, it pushed away all the fears and worries. “God, Aki.” I gripped his hip, ready for so much more.

He fingered my nipple as he pumped in and out slow and deep. His hand slid from my nipple to my clit and rubbed soft circles over it. “Mmm, so firm and wet for me.”

“Yes.” I pushed my hips into that one finger. He got up on his elbow and moved my leg over his shoulder, leaving me very wide open. His full lips parted, and he stared with that agony at his cock going in and out of me. He resumed playing with my clit, his long groan telling me how much he loved it.

“God, you’re beautiful.” The pad of his finger swirled over the hot little bud. He leaned his head and sucked my nipple, making it hard and tall before letting it smack out of his lips. He stared at the result, his cock throbbing inside me. He turned his attention to his pumping shaft, then lowered and flicked his tongue over the tip of my still-aching tit, doing the same with his finger over my clit.

Pleasure heated my entire body. “Aki, so hot. Rub it. Fuck me.” He answered with a hard thrust and masculine grunt, and I rewarded him with a sharp cry, teasing my other nipple till it stood as tall as the first.

His breath came unsteady, and his cock pulsated twice. He turned his face and kissed my calf, then bit it.

Shit, my orgasm was right there. I gave quick thrusts into his finger, feeling my climax lick its way to the surface. “Fuck me!” I pulled at his hip and took over rubbing my clit. “Make me come. Yes, yes. Oh God, now, right now!”

He lifted his hips off the bed and began pounding at that exact moment, grunting and growling, bringing his own orgasm.

I screamed when release finally broke in me, rocking me at my core, at my clit. I clutched the sheet with one hand and clawed his rock-hard biceps in the other, my body writhing and bucking.

Akira came then. His pace quickened, and my cries burst forth with every glorious smack. He gave one roar and thrust with his peak, his head falling back, lips drawn over bared teeth, and all his muscles taut with the pleasure.

I put my hand on his face, his lips, dipping my finger into his mouth a little. He moaned and licked it, then sucked it in rhythm with the remnant waves now subsiding.

A few seconds into the aftermath, I winced. “Oh, my leg.”

“Sorry,” he gasped, eyes still closed as he carefully moved it off his shoulder.

“I should stretch before sex with you.” I moaned at the release of my limb.

“Yes.” He panted, collapsing halfway on my body. “Yes, you should.” I smiled, sliding away the lock of hair in his face. “You’re so beautiful, Aki,” I whispered, caressing his cheek.

“I feel beautiful.” The breathless words came with nibbling lips on my collarbone. He chuckled once. Then twice.

“What?”

He lifted his head and gazed down at me. “Aki! Aki!” he mimicked me.

I gasped and slapped his chest. “Stop it!”

He fell on his back and erupted in sexy, deep laughter. I got up and stared at him with narrowed gaze.

“Why is that so funny?”