I Just Can't Stop Loving You

by Imari Jade

  “You don’t have to answer,” Ichiro said, rising. “We’ll talk again when I get back from Europe.” He walked out of the room.

  Shaundra stared at the door. Yeah, whatever.

  ****

  “I thought you were supposed to stay and help with the babies,” Satoshi said to Takumijo as he watched him put the finishing touches on his hair.

  “The parents have it pretty well under control for tonight, and I won’t be out too late. I’m just going out to see what’s happening in town.” He paused. “You want to join me?”

  “No thanks,” Satoshi said. “I’m tired.”

  Takumijo smirked at him. Satoshi just didn’t know how to have fun anymore. “Are you sure? You might meet some pretty young thing who is just waiting to be swept off her feet.”

  “Not interested,” Satoshi replied. “I think I’ll turn in early in case Shaundra needs me.”

  “She won’t need you,” Takumijo said bluntly. “She has Ichiro.”

  Satoshi rolled his eyes at him and rose from the chair. “Don’t think I don’t appreciate what you’re trying to say, but I know what I’m doing.”

  Takumijo slapped some aftershave lotion on his face. “Suit yourself. But you’re letting your life slip away from you. Two years ago, you used to beat me out of the front door. Now you’re sitting in your room night after night like some senior citizen. It’s just not healthy.”

  “Yeah, but I stay out of trouble that way,” Satoshi replied. He walked out the door and allowed him to finished getting dressed.

  Takumijo looked at his image in the mirror. Brown, tight-fitting jeans, brown and tan shirt, silver chain, check. He looked sweet. He gazed up at his hair. It had started to grow long again, and he had basically worn it in the same style for years. Maybe it was time for a change. He grabbed his short brown leather jacket as he walked out of his room and put it on as he walked down the hall toward the steps. A gentle catlike cry stopped him in his tracks as soon as he made it to the landing. One of the babies apparently wanted to say goodbye to him. Takumijo smiled and continued down the stairs. He opened the door and stepped outside. Moments later, he climbed into his TransAm hoping the engine wouldn’t awaken the other little bundle of joy. So far, having the babies in the house hadn’t been as much of a bother as he thought. In fact, they made the place feel more like a home. He supposed a year from now things would be different when he was tripping over toys or the twins were teething.

  He started the engine and drove toward the front gate. One of the guards approached. Takumijo rolled down the window.

  “Going out?” the guard asked.

  “Yes,” Takumijo said. “For a little while.

  “Will you be requiring backup?”

  “No,” Takumijo replied. “I’m just going to Honsu’s Nightclub.” Honsu was a nightclub not too far away from the compound that everyone frequented, even the guards. Aomori had been going there since the time they became old enough to legally drink.

  “Mr. Hayashi won’t be accompanying you?”

  Takumijo shook his head. “No, he’s tired. He’s probably halfway to beddy-bye land by now.”

  The guard laughed at his joke. “Well you be careful and call us if you need us.” The guard stepped away from the car, opened the gate, and Takumijo drove through and continued on down the street.

  It has started to snow and the white, powdery substance bounced against his windshield and melted on contact. The babies’ first snow, he thought excitedly. He couldn’t wait to build snowmen with them a couple of years from now, and maybe teach them how to sled. He smirked. Listen to me. I sound like a parent. The idea of having any of his own terrified him, but he’d welcome the experience. Maybe he and Amaterasu might have a son or a daughter if their relationship continued to progress the way it was doing. She’d make a great mother because she had a sunny disposition and a lot of patience to put up with him. He wondered how she was doing in Paris. They hadn’t gotten in contact with each other since Aomori left a little over a week ago, but he’d make it up to her the next time he saw her.

  There was a lot of traffic on the street, but everyone drove slowly since the roads were slick from the snow. He passed Cristal’s apartment building. Takumijo gazed and frowned. Tae’s Rolls Royce was parked in the lot beneath her window. Not good. He wondered if this could be the reason behind Satoshi’s self-imposed imprisonment. He never did like Tae. What kind of man would move in on his brother’s girl without giving his brother’s feelings a second thought? And what kind of girl would date two brothers? He didn’t like the answer to either of the questions. And he thought he knew Cristal. Apparently, he didn’t, and she was no different than any other Jezebel in his eyes right now.

  Takumijo stopped for a red light. No, he had to give Cristal the benefit of the doubt. And besides, he had a lot of nerve. He’d never been in a monogamous relationship before and couldn’t see himself changing his ways any time soon. Amaterasu was nice, but he had to have dessert.

  Takumijo drove into the parking lot of the nightclub and parked in the first available spot he could. He turned off the engine, donned his dark sunglasses, and stepped outside the car. Music filtered out of the door each time it opened and closed. He walked up to the door, showed the bouncer some identification, and entered. It took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust to the dim lights. Normally, he and the others would get a booth, but this time, he walked up to the bar and sat down.

  The bartender recognized him, but was smart enough not to give his identity away. “What will it be tonight?”

  “Cognac,” Takumijo answered.

  The bartender left to fill his order and Takumijo swirled the barstool around to watch the dancers on the floor. It was a young, but a well-behaved crowd. The house D. J. spent a mixture of Korean and American songs, which was one of the reasons he liked to come there.

  “Your drink, sir,” the bartender said when he returned.

  Takumijo reached into his pocket to pay for his drink and then went back to watching the dancers. His eyes landed on a couple of prospects in the center of the room. He lifted his glass and sipped the brandy. It burned his tongue on the way down and then warmed the pit of his stomach.

  Takumijo set his gaze on one particular dancer. Nice and exactly his style with shoulder length dark hair, a slim build, and some impressive dance moves. The cutie was a bit petite, maybe five-feet-seven, but had potential written all over those low-riding black jeans.

  Takumijo stepped off the bar stool and made his way to a booth with his drink so he could get a better look. He never took his eyes from the dancer’s butt as it sensually bounced to the saucy music.

  All of a sudden, the dancer looked his way and Takumijo lifted his glass in a salute. He was rewarded with a devastating smile. Score. Takumijo smirked. The only other person he knew who could draw attention like her was Shaundra. Some people had it and others wished they did.

  The music ended and the dancer walked over to the booth and slid into the other side.

  “Would you like a drink?” Takumijo asked.

  A gentle nod of the head sent the long black hair sailing into the dancer’s eyes. “Yes. Champagne.”

  Takumijo trembled at the sound of the deep, sultry voice. He smiled. “Good choice.” He signaled for a waiter. The young man arrived promptly. “A bottle of champagne and two glasses.” Takumijo polished off his drink. The waiter left and returned several minutes later with their order. “What is your name?”

  “Terrie Jones.”

  Takumijo popped the cork and filled the two glasses. “American?”

  Terrie nodded. “Half. My father was stationed here when he met my mother. They gave me an American name since I grew up in the United States.”

  Takumijo moved his eyes to gaze over Terrie’s oval-shaped face, taking in the double eyelids, the creamy porcelain skin, and the slim nose.

  Terrie met his gaze and made Takumijo’s groin area flutter. “Oh, you have the most beautiful blue eyes I
have ever seen.” What were the chances of finding another blue-eyed Japanese in the vicinity? And the resemblance was uncanny. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear that Terrie was Ichiro’s younger sibling. “Are you a student?”

  Terrie nodded. “I also work part-time as a makeup artist for a local television station.”

  “Oh, which one?” Takumijo asked, amazed he was actually having a conversation with this delightful creature. Normally, they would be out of the club and on their way to a love hotel. But for some reason, he didn’t want to rush. He just wanted to savor the view.

  Terrie told him the name of the station, but he was too busy gazing into those eyes to hear. “My name is…”

  “I know who you are.”

  Takumijo raise a curious eyebrow. “Oh, you do?”

  Terrie nodded. “You’re an idol. Takumijo.”

  “I’m impressed,” Takumijo said, still swept away by Terrie’s devastating smile. “Did you come here alone?”

  Terrie nodded, and dark bangs bounced sensually on the forehead. “I like to dance.”

  Takumijo slid out of the booth and held his hand out to Terrie. “Then dance with me.”

  Terrie looked up, surprised. “You want to dance with me? You’re one of the best dancers in the world.”

  Takumijo nodded.

  The D. J. had selected a slow number.

  Terrie hesitated at first and then slid out of the booth.

  Takumijo reached for the small hand and led Terrie to the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around Terrie’s shoulders and her arms went around his waist. A soft head pressed against his chest. Takumijo rocked slowly, leading Terrie around the dance floor. An alluring scent of cologne ticked his nose and made his body harden with desire. What have I found? And how is this night going to end? The song ended, they walked back to the booth, and continued drinking the champagne and talking. A couple of women tried to get his attention, but Takumijo ignored them. An hour passed, and then two. Takumijo couldn’t get enough of the conversation. Somewhere around midnight, Terrie stopped talking.

  “Do you want to sleep with me?”

  “Before I answer, have you been with someone like me before?” Takumijo asked.

  Terrie nodded. “I’m not a virgin.”

  Hmm. Everything about the situation seemed surreal. A beautiful, sexy creature, his body going all sorts of crazy, and a raging hard-on that begged to be taken care of in the most expeditious way, all made him think he’d stepped into a dream. “Are you a pro?”

  Terrie scowled. “No, I don’t sleep with men for money. I just like you. You seem like a real nice person.”

  “I’m not nice,” Takumijo said, rising. “But I never turn down a pretty face.” He grabbed the bottle of champagne and led Terrie out the club. “Where’s your car?”

  “I don’t have one,” Terrie answered. “I hitched a ride with a friend.”

  Young, beautiful, and no car. It didn’t really pose a problem for him, but it might make their time together shorter. They walked to his car.

  “Wow,” Terrie exclaimed. “Is this yours?”

  Takumijo nodded. “Can you drive?”

  She nodded.

  Takumijo tossed his keys to Terrie. “I will kill you if you scratch it.”

  She smiled that sexy little smile and climbed into the driver’s seat while Takumijo slid into the passenger seat with the champagne. A trouble message went off in his head. Takumijo chose to ignore it. Oh well, I can only die once.

  ****

  They were in each other’s arms before the door to the rented room closed. Takumijo kicked out of his shoes and hopped around on one foot trying to get out of his pants.

  Terrie smirked at him and watched, sliding out of the jeans and top, easily revealing the most tantalizing body Takumijo had seen in a while. Terrie had slim legs, pink nipples, and the cutest little butt. Takumijo lay down on the bed and beckoned her with his finger. She smiled at him again and Takumijo’s cock rose.

  Terrie approached the bed holding a belt.

  His eyes widened. “What’s that far?”

  “We’re going to play a little game.”

  Takumijo smirked. He outweighed Terrie by a considerable lot and was much taller. How much damage could be done to him? “Okay.”

  “Hold out your hands.”

  He did so.

  Terrie approached the bed and tied Takumijo’s hands together and above his head with the belt. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, crawling on top of the bed and between his legs.

  Takumijo’s dick disappeared into Terrie’s mouth before he could utter a sound. “Ooh!” he moaned as her lips made sweet sucking sounds. Gently at first, and then it felt like she was trying to suck him dry. He wanted to run his hands through the dark tresses, but the belt kept him from getting any ideas. “Ooh, ooh,” Takumijo said as his behind lifted from the mattress. Maybe he misunderstood who was in charge. Terrie teased his balls and squeezed hard.

  “Am I doing this correctly?” Terrie asked, taking a breather.

  “Yes,” Takumijo said quickly, overwhelmed by the soft, warm mouth and baby blue eyes. “If you improve any more on your technique, I won’t be able to hold back.”

  Terrie smiled, displaying twin dimples.

  “Oh my,” he said. He was a sucker for dimples. “Come here.”

  Terrie crawled to the top of the bed and released Takumijo from the belt.

  He gathered her into his arms for a kiss. His eyes widened as her tongue darted between his lips and moved around in his mouth hungrily.

  “Umm,” Terrie moaned. “You’re the best kisser.”

  Takumijo wrapped his arms around the petite young hottie. “I’m an even better lover.” He rolled her over. “Let me show you.” He moved atop her, kissing from her lips down her chin, to her neck and then sucked on a spot near her throat.

  Terrie wiggled beneath him. “I’m ticklish.”

  Takumijo chuckled deeply. “Let me see how much.” He continued downward, licking Terrie’s body and flicking his tongue over her pert nipples and then her navel.

  Terrie continued to giggle.

  “Now that I have your attention, let me introduce you to my fingers.” He stuck two into his mouth to wet them. Takumijo found the spot and inserted one finger into her hole.

  Terrie gasped. “Your fingers are so big.”

  “You’re a little tease,” Takumijo said as he moved the finger in and out.

  “Yeah, I know. Ooh!”

  He lowered his head, ran a tongue around Terrie’s abdomen, and then tickled the cute little navel to distract Terrie while he inserted a second finger.

  She stopped giggling and gasped. “Oh my.”

  Takumijo moved his tongue lower.

  Terrie gasped as his mouth replaced his fingers.

  “You taste so sweet.” He went back down, making love to her with his mouth.

  She moaned and thrashed above him as he rotated between his mouth and his fingers. Her hips lifted and Takumijo removed his mouth.

  “Not yet. I need to suit up.” He slid off the side of the bed and rummaged through his wallet until he found a rubber. And then he rejoined Terrie on the bed.

  “Let me help you with that,” she said, taking the little foil package.

  A couple of seconds later, Takumijo felt the plastic slide over his dick. He shook his head. He’d never met anyone like Terrie. Besides being cute, tasty, and ticklish, she knew just how to please a man. Takumijo took back control of the situation. “On your back and spread ‘em.”

  Terrie smiled that alluring smile again and obeyed like a wide-eyed little puppy.

  Takumijo lifted Terrie’s hips, found the mark, and then pushed the head of his cock inside. So tight.

  “Oh,” she gasped. “You’re going to split me.”

  He backed out slightly and then advanced. He inched more of his dick inside and then slid out slowly to tease.

  Terrie responded with a lusty moan.

  That’
s all the encouragement Takumijo needed. He reared up, raised Terrie’s hips, and thrust deeply.

  Her eyes widened in shock and then settled back into that alluring stare. “More.”

  Takumijo was only too willing to oblige. His legs shook after several more minutes of deep thrusting. Normally, he was good for a couple of hours of lovemaking, but Terrie had him fully aroused, throbbing, and about to bust a nut. “I want to take you from behind.”

  “I like it that way,” Terrie said, rolling over.

  The tantalizing little ass jotted out for his inspection. Takumijo ran one of his hands over both cheeks, admiring the softness. “I’m going to love rocking these,” he said as he ran a finger down the crack of her ass.

  She trembled beneath him. “Hurry. I need you deep inside me.”

  Takumijo eyed the tiny pink hole again, wishing he had some lubricant so he wouldn’t tear Terrie’s delicate flesh. Spit would work just fine. He lowered his head, sampling the delicate flesh. “Ooh, you taste like a million dollars,” he told his trusting bedmate. Terrie just giggled innocently. The sound went straight to Takumijo’s heart. “I’ll try to be gentle.”

  “I trust you,” Terrie replied as Takumijo spread the cheeks. She jumped slightly when the head pushed through.

  “I’m sorry,” he said. She was so tiny.

  “I’m okay,” Terrie assured him as their bodies moved together.

  Takumijo ran his gaze to the back of Terrie’s head, transfixed by all the long black hair as it bounced along her pale shoulders. He reached out to touch it while he rolled his hips. The hair felt like silk. “Arg,” he groaned, trying to stay the orgasm churning in his loins. He fought hard, trying to concentrate on anything that would help him to keep from exploding. But Terrie kept grinding against him, taking him deeper. Takumijo bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning aloud as his dick slipped in and out of the tight little hole.

  Terrie rocked back on him, taking more of his cock inside.

  “Oh shit,” Takumijo said. He gripped Terrie around the waist and humped harder.

  She whimpered but did not stop grinding against Takumijo’s groin. They were both sweating profusely from the passion and both trying to give the other what they needed.