Down and Dirty (19 page)

“You mean like Satoshi?”

“No. He and I are just friends.” She didn’t know why she had to explain herself to him.

Kioshi glared at her. “Then he is very stupid. There’s no way I can only be friends with you. Business associates maybe, but never friends. It’s lovers or nothing.” He stormed out of the office.

Izanagi blushed at Kioshi’s outburst.

“What’s his problem?” Cristal asked.

“I think he has the hots for you,” Hiroyuki explained.

“Then throw some water on him because there’s no way he’s sexing me up in the bedroom. He’s barely pubescent.”

“I will talk to him, Miss Cristal,” Izanagi said.

“Thank you. Someone needs to talk some sense into him.”

Izanagi bowed. “I will see you tomorrow.” He left, taking Hiroyuki with him.

“Ooh, he’s so arrogant,” Cristal said after they left. She got back to work. “Women’s work, huh!”

****

“What are you guys doing here?” Satoshi asked Ryoto and Raiden as they lay in their seats in the den.

“They’re visiting,” Ichiro said.

Satoshi bent over and tickled both babies under their chins. “And where is Mommy?”

“She had a doctor’s appointment,” Ichiro answered.

“Is she okay?” Satoshi asked, straightening up. “She’s not sick, is she?”

“No, she’s not sick. It’s just a checkup and Daddy is spending time with his boys.”

“Where’s Dae-Hyun?”

“Off. Shaundra says he needs a rest.”

“How long a rest?” Satoshi asked.

Ichiro shrugged. “I really don’t care. All I care about is these two guys.”

Raiden gooed at him.

“That’s right, young man. Daddy plans to spend a lot of time now with you guys. I’ll teach you how to fix hot pot for Uncle Satoshi. He just loves it.”

“Where’s Tak?” Satoshi asked.

“He’s at the stylist,” Ichiro told him. “He wanted to get his hair done before we all rush in tomorrow.”

“Smart move. Why didn’t I think of that?”

“How was your lunch date with Cristal?”

“It was okay,” Satoshi said. “She didn’t kill me.”

“Well, I’m glad the two of you are getting along.”

“Well, we’re not back one hundred percent, but we’re getting there.”

“It’s all in your court,” Ichiro told him, taking Raiden out of the seat and cuddling with him. “Just tell her how you really feel and someday you can have one of these with her.”

Satoshi smiled. “Maybe so.” He picked up Ryoto. “But until then, I’m going to spoil the heck out of my godson.”

****

“You’re looking well, Mrs. Yoshida,” Doctor Ito told Shaundra after he finished examining her. “Your stitches have healed and physically, you’re very fit.”

“I’ve been exercising and a friend has been teaching me martial arts.”

“Always a good exercise. Your blood pressure is down, and all your lab work looks good. How are you sleeping? Are you getting any rest?”

“I’m getting a lot more now that the boys are sleeping through most of the night.”

“How are the nightmares?”

“Few and far between,” Shaundra said. “Most of my memory has returned, and I haven’t passed out since having them.” She stretched. “I’ve never felt better in my life.”

“I’m glad,” Doctor Ito said. He wrote out a prescription for her high blood pressure medicine and handed it to her. “Any problems in the area of sex?”

“None,” Shaundra said. “Everything is working as good as new.”

“I’m sure Mr. Yoshida is happy for that. He is still the talk of this hospital, and all the nurses are still in love with him.”

“I won’t tell him that part,” Shaundra said. “That is too much young competition.”

“You are not old, Shaundra. And if you keep up whatever you’re doing right now, you’ll be around for a good long time.”

“Will I be around long enough to see the twins graduate from high school?”

“It’s possible,” Dr. Ito said. “But you know that’s out of my hands.”

“Yeah. I’m just hoping I haven’t run out of favors with God.” Shaundra thanked the doctor and left his office. She stopped by to see Keiichi Wantanabe before calling Ichiro. “I’m on my way home,” Shaundra told her husband.

“Can I drop the babies off later?” Ichiro asked. “Satoshi and I are still playing with them.”

“Sure,” Shaundra said. “I’d like to take a nice relaxing bubble bath for a change.”

“So loving the visual,” Ichiro told her. “Get some rest. I’ll call you before I come over.”

“Okay,” Shaundra said.

“How was your checkup?”

“I got a clean bill of health,” Shaundra told him.

“Good. I want you healthy for the next tour.”

Shaundra chuckled. “We’ll see.” She hung up and drove through town. A familiar-looking car drove up to a local love hotel. Shaundra stopped at the red light. It looked like Amaya’s car with Harper driving. The light changed and she drove by the hotel. She chuckled.
Harper wouldn’t be caught dead with Amaya’s crazy ass
.

****

“Come up for air, Ich,” Shaundra told her husband after he’d sent her over the edge twice with his sexy mouth.

Ichiro crawled up to the top of the bed and lay down next to her. “I was just checking out the plumbing. Everything does seem to be in working order.”

Shaundra rolled over on him. “This is the only sure way to test it.” She sank down on his swollen member. “Oh my gawd, I miss this so much.” Ichiro filled her completely. Shaundra moved her hips slowly forward and backward, rubbing until she got him into the perfect position.

“Pregnancy has been kind to you,” Ichiro said, reaching up and rubbing her flat abdomen. “You’re ever bit as beautiful as you were the first time I saw you when you entered that lounge when you arrived in Japan.”

“I was a lot skinnier then,” Shaundra said. “I didn’t have so much junk in my trunk.”

Ichiro gripped both her hips, pulled her toward him, and let his cock sink in deeper. “I’m not complaining.” He squeezed her hips and then moved his hands behind her and cupped her ass while she continued to ride high in the saddle.

“Oh!” Shaundra moaned.

“Are you okay, baby?” Ichiro asked.

Shaundra’s body shook through another stomach-quivering orgasm. “Yeah,” she said hoarsely when she could speak. “I’m better than okay. I’m straight.”

Ichiro chuckled, moving his hips below her to get her back into the game. He moved in and out of her.

Shaundra moaned again. “This can’t be happening. I’m coming again.”

“I’m not complaining,” Ichiro said, riding this one out with her. He slid her off him. “My turn.” He flipped her over on her stomach. “Bottom’s up.” He ran his hand over her ass before positioning her on her knees. Ichiro crawled between her legs and unloosened her hair until it cascaded down her back in auburn waves. He entered her.

Shaundra moaned as he impaled her with his long, thick cock.
Fuck an old man
. She’d take a young and virile twenty-year-old any day.

Ichiro yanked her hair gently as he rode high on her rump.  “Ooh, Mrs. Yoshida. Your ass is to die for.”

Shaundra backed her butt up on him, taking him in deep.

“Aw, shit,” he said. “You are going to make me scream.”

“Just make sure you call out the right name this time,” she teased.

“Are you ever going to let me live that one down?” He popped her on one of her butt cheeks.

“Ooh,” Shaundra said. “That feels good.”

“Kinky wife.”

Shaundra chuckled.

“That sounds so sexy.” Ichiro slapped her on the other cheek.

“Ouch, now that one hurt. I won’t tease you anymore.”

Ichiro went back to work on her, humping her like crazy until she went off again, taking him over the edge with her.

Ichiro pulled out, drenching both of them in semen. He rolled on the side of her, breathing hard. “I think I’m empty.”

“Nonsense,” Shaundra said, crawling between his legs and taking his soft dick into her hands. “The night is still young and I want to play.”

“Oh my gawd,” Ichiro said as Shaundra wrapped her lips around his cock. She licked him clean and then went to work on his balls.

“Ooh!” Ichiro said. “Maybe, just maybe, I still have a little left inside of me. Maybe we can make a set of girl babies this time.”

“Dream on, stud,” Shaundra told him when she came up for air. “You’re all the baby I need. She touched the tiny hole beneath his ass, reducing Ichiro to a trembling mess.

****

Yori drove home but did not stop. He just sat there idling, staring up at the two silhouettes on his bedroom window. One he made out as Amaya’s. The other, unmistakably a white guy…
Harper
. He’d suspected the two of them were having an affair for a couple of weeks now. Amaya was always coming home late and immediately running into the bathroom to shower, and then there were all those wrong numbers when he picked up the house phone, and the numerous pages to her cell phone. He wasn’t stupid, just giving her enough rope to hang herself.

Yori drove down the street and headed toward the farmhouse. He didn’t even plan to run into the house and bust them. If she wanted Harper, fine, she could have him. All she had to do was ask for a divorce and he would have gladly given it to her. And he never even saw this coming. She was so busy accusing him of sleeping with Shaundra when she was the one with the dirty little secret. He chuckled. His father didn’t raise a stupid son. He had all the proof he needed. He patted his pocket. Money couldn’t always buy happiness, but it could buy some very expensive surveillance cameras. He purchased some so small no one could notice. And he had them planted all over the house.

Ichiro’s car was noticeably missing. So was Takumijo’s. Satoshi’s car sat alone, next to the vans and limousines. Yori entered the house. Satoshi came down the stairs to greet him. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Satoshi said, grabbing his jacket.

They were going out on the town alone…something they hadn’t done in a long time. Yori was in the mood for dancing and Satoshi needed to get out of the house and meet some pretty young thing to get Cristal off his mind for a while.

“Where to?” Satoshi asked as he locked the door.

“None of our usual haunts. I heard about this new club in town that features live bands.”

“Sounds like fun,” Satoshi said. “I feel like dancing.” He climbed into the car and Yori got into the driver’s seat.

Yori put on his sunglasses. “Red-light district, here we come.”

****

“Why in the hell did I listen to Yori?” Satoshi asked the next morning as he entered the dining room feeling like death warmed over. Takumijo looked worse than he did, and Ichiro just looked tired.

“Because you are an idiot,” Ichiro told him. “I sure hope he wasn’t out drinking all night.”

“I had one beer,” Satoshi said. “I’m aching from dancing and whatever.”

“Whatever?” Takumijo asked, suddenly interested in the conversation.

“Yeah, Yori took me trolling for women.”

“You guys went trolling for women without me?” Takumijo asked.

“You’re in a relationship,” Satoshi told him.

“So, that does not mean I’m dead,” Takumijo said, disappointed.

“Technically, it does,” Ichiro said. He poured Satoshi coffee and Takumijo tea. “And why is Yori trolling for women? He has a wife.”

“I don’t think he got lucky. I think he did it for me. He was more like a big brother chaperone.”

Ichiro gasped. “He took you to a whorehouse?”

“No, he took me to a soap room.”

Takumijo laughed. “Male or female?”

Satoshi scowled at him. “Female.” He paused. “I think.”

Takumijo laughed. “Yeah, sometimes it’s hard to tell.”

“Anyway, I got my rocks off covered in bubbles from head to toe.”

Ichiro turned up his nose. “Gross.”

“Not really,” Satoshi said. “They had some really cute girls there.”

“Aren’t you afraid the fans will find out about it and ruin your reputation?” Takumijo asked.

“What reputation?” Satoshi asked. “When was the last time any of us went to our website to check on our fans?”

“Not lately,” Ichiro answered.

“Me either,” Takumijo confessed. “I’ve been busy.”

“Well, we better get unbusy,” Satoshi said. “Before they forget about us. After tomorrow, Distraction will be the new top idols.”

“I don’t know why you keep harping on them,” Ichiro said. “They’re cute and you know what we were like starting out. I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to retiring one of these days. And stay out of the soap rooms.”

“You’re just saying that because you have a fine ass wife who’s great in bed,” Satoshi said.

Takumijo turned to Ichiro. “Are you and Shaundra really back together?”

“Not officially,” Ichiro said, rolling his eyes at Satoshi.

“When is she moving back here?”

“Probably after the New Year,” Ichiro said.

“Are you sure? Or is she just leading you on?”

“What is up with you?” Ichiro asked Takumijo. “Shaundra is not leading me on. We had a very pleasurable evening last night being parents to our kids.”

“She was here last night?” Takumijo asked.

Ichiro shook his head. “No, she no longer feels welcome here. We were over at her place.”

“You missed it, Tak. Ichiro and I had the babies all day yesterday.”

“They were here?”

“Yes,” Ichiro said. “Shaundra had a doctor’s appointment.”

“Where was Dae-Hyun? Why couldn’t he watch them?”

“Shaundra gave him some time off,” Satoshi answered.

“Time off. Why hasn’t she fired him yet?”

“Why are you so worried? It’s not like she’s your wife,” Ichiro said.

“Because…” Takumijo said.

“Because what, Tak? I know you don’t like her, but you can at least be civil.”

“I don’t dislike her,” Takumijo said. “I just don’t like the things she does to you.”

Ichiro said down next to him. “What has she done to me?”

“She left your ass, twice.”

“Why? Because I treated her badly and then I kissed another woman. You, my friend, are angry at the wrong person. I did all of this to myself. Shaundra did what she had to do to protect herself from me.”