Page 20 of Who Said Mobsters Were Scary?
But what is a foreigner doing here, fighting in the wars between daimyo?
This is all it takes him. My moment of shock and stupor is his opening, the distraction causing me to stumble over a protruding root and give him the upper hand. With two precise movements, his blade slices through my armor, leaving me just in my undershirt and pants.
“I will not be your bodyguard!” he roars, aiming for my heart.
I raise my katana and somehow block him. I do trip then, surprising us both with my ungraceful fall that sends us tumbling down suddenly sloping ground. We lose the katanas in the process, and at the bottom of the incline, grass and weeds cushion our fall. He ends up pinned under me.
Heaving as I fight to catch my breath, I stare down at his beautiful face. It’s scrunched in defiance, but there is a wild spark in those mesmerizing eyes that sends a wave of heat right to my core.
“Who sent you?” I grind out, keeping his hands pressed to the ground above his head with one of my own.
He thrashes under me, trying to get free, but my thighs have a firm hold of his body. “Fuck you.”
I lick my lips, pressing my body into his to keep him still. “Who sent you?”
He raises a blond eyebrow, scoffing, and then tries to slip away again by wiggling his lower body and arching off the ground. Grunts and groans accompany his attempt, but all he manages to do is line our cocks together and cause a hint of friction between them. I harden almost immediately, our thin undergarments doing little to get in the way.
“Fuck you!” he repeats, smirking as if he’s the one pinning me down. “You are not going to win. You will have to kill me before I agree to be your bodyguard!”
What nonsense is this man, who clearly came here to attack my lord, spouting?
Looking for a more comfortable position, I roll my hips experimentally and make us both moan hoarsely. His body arches up of its own accord, causing his ripped shirt to slide down his wide shoulders. An expanse of smooth skin reveals itself to me, toned and calling out to me totouch it. The urge is too strong to resist, the tingles it causes across my skin pleasant and encouraging.
Heavens. Why is thismanthe most alluring thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on?
Senses scrambling to understand what has gotten over me, I lower my mouth to one perky nipple and tease it with my tongue. He moans, the sound like honey, and rolls his hips just like I did. My hand is between us a moment later, rubbing us both. He tenses under me, biting off cries of pleasure.
“Do not waste your time trying to torture me! I will not surrender, I told you. Just kill me and get it over with.”
The way his voice dips has my heart racing. When I peek up, his expression is dark and inviting. Goosebumps prickle my whole body, and when he tenses under me on a whimper as I slide my hand in his pants, the tight, buzzing sensation takes over me entirely.
It’s like nothing I’ve felt before and it makes me ravenous.
“I have a better idea,” I profess, kissing my way up his neck.
He chuckles, shaking his hips. “Ooh, I didn’t know you were into this, considering your track-record of sex exclusively with women. Interesting. Also, curious. But I’m still not going to be your bodyguard.”
I grab him by the shoulder and turn him around so he’s on his stomach. Or at least that’s what I intend to do, but somehow I’m the one who ends up on my stomach and under him. I only put up a token fight that lasts until he’s worked us both out of our clothes and pressed our bodies together.
“Whoa,” he says, pulling on his bottom lip as my hand jerks him off. We are both on our sides now,facing each other, and his fingers are rubbing and squeezing me with enthusiasm. “You like this, don’t you? Yeah, you do. I bet the real deal feels even better. You think he’s a talker? Shit,” he groans, his hips bucking. “Oh, oh. You are close.” He leans in, raking his hand through my hair. “Guess it’s time for the fireworks. Too bad you won’t remember them.”
Chapter 11
To say that Iam grumpy the next morning would be inaccurate. The erection I wake up with is both annoying and amusing, and while I don’t exactly remember what caused it other than the fact that it involved a dream about feudal Japan and Leo pretending to be a samurai, I can guess where things went.
Curious, I browse through a porn site on my phone, clicking the thumbnails that intrigue me. All of them include blond guys. I’ve never really watched gay porn, but as I skim through some of the content mostly for research purposes, I realize that it turns me on as much as regular porn usually does.
I take care of my hard-on while imagining Leo is the one in the video I’ve loaded up, then get on with my day. As much as I try not to fixate on him, I can’t help but wonder what he’s up to and when I might see him again, so we can talk.
It turns out I don’t have to wait long for a second chance to convince the bratty exchange student that he most definitely wants to be my bodyguard.
I run into him in the evening at the club I’m visiting. He’s with a group of eight or nine others and he hasn’t noticed me yet. My skin crawls with goosebumps as he laughs and his entire face lights up, even if I can’t hear what his laugh sounds like because of the loud music.
Aran is sitting across from me in the VIP booth on the glassed-off second floor, the two of us here to negotiate with the owner about the security contracts renewals next month.
“Don’t even think about it until the contracts are signed,” he warns me, craning his neck so he can get a better look at Leo.
“But I canafterthat?” I follow up with, tearing my eyes from Leo as the elevator dings and the club owner heads our way. He’s a stocky man with glitter across his cheeks and a velvet suit.
