Dearly Beloved (Siren Publishing Allure) (3 page)

“What about you, Makoto? Do you think I’m crazy for bringing my wife back to Tokyo?”

Makoto shook his head. “No, I don’t. There is now a child involved…a possible heir. We must do what we can to preserve the Nakamura name for the future generations.” He paused. “If she is the one you want, you have my approval.”

Their mother groaned loudly. “I don’t want to have anything to do with her. Why couldn’t you pick a nice Japanese wife?”

“Because I couldn’t find one,” Tomio answered. Both Makoto and Kazuhiko chuckled as if they agreed with him. “That type of woman does not exist anymore. And even if she did, I doubt that I would like her. Ebony makes me happy. She can’t help it that she’s not Japanese. I love her. That should be enough.”

His mother rolled her eyes at him. “What does love have to do with anything? Do you think that the
kobun
will accept a black woman as their
nee-san
?”

Tomio sighed. Sometimes it was hard to remember that she was the woman who gave birth to him. “I am not
oyabun
.” He pointed to his father. “He is still family head, so what the others think does not bother me. The color of a person’s skin, or his or her race, has nothing to do with their character. Ebony is my wife whether you like it or not, Mother. I will respect your right to voice your opinion, but I will not divorce a woman just because you do not like her.”

* * * *

Ebony woke up and found herself in a strange bedroom. It took her a moment to remember that she was in Tomio’s room in his ancestral home. There was a soft knock at the door. “Come in,” she said in Japanese.

The door opened and a young man entered carrying a tray of food. “I’m Sakura. The cook has prepared you something nutritious to eat.”

Ebony’s stomach growled loudly.

“And just in time, I see,” the young man joked.

Ebony propped two pillows behind her back and Sakura placed the tray on her lap. “Thank you.” She began removing the little silver covers, revealing porridge, steamed vegetables, and a glass of milk. “Please thank the cook for me.” Sakura bowed and left. She started eating, hoping no one was trying to poison her. Ebony knew she wasn’t welcome in the home, and hoped Tomio would arrive shortly to take her back to their apartment. The longer she stayed, the easier it would be for one of the others to get to her to do her or her baby harm. Ebony ate all of the food, put the tray aside, and got off of the bed. She went into the bathroom and gazed into the mirror. Her cheek was still red from when Tomio’s mother had struck her. In time, the mark would fade, but not the woman’s hatred for her.

The idea of striking Tomio’s mother back had crossed her mind the moment it happened, but common sense told her that she would not have made it out of the house alive if she had. If the family didn’t like her, fine. She had her own place, and she would just stay away from them. Ebony washed her face and hands, and walked back into the bedroom. The tray was gone, and Tomio waited for her. He walked over and touched her cheek.

“Forgive my mother. She is living in the dark ages.”

Ebony moved away from him. “I want to go home.”

“I suspected that you might,” he said. Tomio led her to the door. “The apartment has been so lonely without you.”

Ebony still couldn’t figure out this man. He could have any woman he wanted. Why did he want her?

There was no one around as Tomio escorted her through the house and out of the front door. Ebony didn’t look back. She wanted to make it clear that she didn’t want anything to do with them either.

Akira held open the car door, and Tomio helped her inside as if she was precious cargo. Or was he just doing this because he suspected that his family was watching from the windows?

The apartment hadn’t changed much in three months, Ebony noted as she walked through in her slippers. The first thing she did notice was that the place was clean.

“I hired a maid to come in once a week,” Tomio said as if reading her mind. He carried her suitcase into the bedroom and placed it on the bed.

Ebony ran her hand over the strange comforter.

“I thought you might like something new when you returned.”

He was so sure that he would find me.
Maybe she shouldn’t have made it so easy for him, and not gone back to America. Ebony opened her luggage and began taking out her things. There wasn’t much, and it didn’t take her long to unpack it and put her clothing away.

“I will have to take you shopping soon for more clothing,” Tomio said.

“I don’t need anything, Tomio. The closet if full of beautiful dresses.”

Tomio pulled her close to him. “No offense, but you won’t be able to fit into anything in that closet in a few weeks.” He rubbed his body against hers.

God, how she missed him, but she didn’t regret leaving. Why couldn’t he have a normal job, like a businessman or a teacher, instead of a Mafioso gang lord? “I will only need a couple of things, but not much.”

Tomio released her. “Nonsense. I will find a seamstress to make your maternity clothing, and we’ll turn the spare room into a nursery. My son will need his own space.”

Ebony sighed. Tomio was already laying claim to the child. She would flee again if she saw one sign that his family would try to take the baby from her.

Tomio began undressing. “I will have to find you a doctor, and get you under his or her care as soon as possible. And I will hire a cook. You will need nutritious meals.”

“I’m perfectly capable of cooking for us,” Ebony reminded him. “Besides, this place is not big enough for more people.”

“Then I will buy a house.”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Ebony said. “You don’t have to go to all of that trouble. The baby and I will be fine. I can do the cooking for the time being, and you can hire someone when I can no longer get around.”

Tomio removed his jacket. Ebony’s gaze landed on the gun and holster. Tomio noticed her looking at it. He took it off, put the safety on the gun, and then put it away.

“Would you like me to draw you a warm bath?”

“Yes,” he answered.

Ebony headed toward the en suite. It took her a while to get used to the Japanese form of bathing. The body had to be bathed and scrubbed before entering the tub. She began filling the tub with water. Normally the tubs were square, but they had lucked upon an apartment that had an America-style soaker. She stepped back into the bedroom to tell Tomio that the bath was ready.

“Come join me,” he said.

Ebony removed her clothing and caught Tomio looking at her stomach. She followed her husband into the bathroom. Tomio sat down on the stool and Ebony washed and scrubbed his back for him, and then his front. She rinsed him off by using a big scoop. Tomio stood, and Ebony sat down on the bench. Tomio washed her back first, and stepped into the tub while Ebony washed the rest of her body. When she was ready to soak for a while, he got out of the tub, helped her into it, then dried off. He walked out to give her some privacy. She was just getting out of the tub when he returned.

“You should have called me. You might fall getting out.”

“Is this how things are going to be for the next five months?” she asked.

Tomio wrapped a big towel around her, picked her up in his arms, and carried her out of the bathroom. “Yes.” He finished drying her off once he stood her on her feet in the bedroom. Tomio had turned back the covers and put on some music. They climbed into bed and Ebony laid her head against his massive chest.

“I’ve missed you,” Tomio said rubbing his fingers through her thick brown hair.

“I’ve missed you too,” Ebony said, enjoying the feel of his touch. He didn’t ask any questions about why she’d left. She suspected he knew the answer.

“I would never let anything happen to you,” he said in a low voice. “I will protect you and our child with my life.”

Yes, he knows
. “I know,” Ebony said. She offered no explanation either. She just moved down his body and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

“Oh my,” Tomio said as Ebony began sucking and stroking him gently. “I have never met a woman quite like you.”

She had been an innocent when they met, but Tomio had taught her how he liked to be pleased. Ebony hadn’t been very good at oral sex in the beginning, but she had learned quickly. She flattened out her tongue and ran it up and down the length of his shaft.

Tomio moaned loudly. She surprised him by cupping his balls and squeezing them. “A warm mouth and soft hands are just what I need.” He began moving his hips, sending his dick down her throat. Ebony didn’t gag anymore either when he did this. She continued to suck and stroke until he grew rock hard in her mouth. She liked the way Tomio tasted and his scent. For a guy, he had some pretty soft skin. He wasn’t overly hairy, except on his head, and he had a big cock. He stopped her before he came and changed places with her. Then he did a un-Tomio thing. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her stomach. “Our child will want for nothing,” he told her. “He will attend the finest schools, and be the envy of every child in Japan.”

Ebony didn’t know how rich Tomio and his family were, but she believed that he would do everything in his power to uphold his promises. He went down on her, twirling his tongue inside of her. Ebony gasped. It had been so long. She gripped the sheets and arched her back as he inched one of his fingers inside of her. Tomio had long, thick fingers, and he knew just where to rub to make her go off. “Tomio!” she screamed as the first wave of the first orgasm rippled through her. Tomio kept stroking until she relaxed. She was so glad that they had an American-sized bed instead of futons. Ebony hated those things. She needed support for her back and her head. Tomio climbed upon the bed, spread her legs, and guided the head of his cock to her damp hole. He thrust once, but not as hard or deep as he used to do.

Ebony wrapped her legs around his waist and sank down on his shaft. He completely filled her. She felt Tomio’s body shuddered as she began moving beneath him.

“Easy my wife. I am just as excited as you are.” Tomio eased out and thrust inside her again.

“You do not have to be so gentle with me. The baby is protected,” Ebony said to him.

Tomio still took it easy on her. They made love slowly. She enjoyed the feel of him, his scent, and the music playing on the radio. Before she knew it, she was erupting again. Ebony moved her body faster. “I’m coming, Tomio,” she said loudly.

Tomio just grunted, cave-man style, while she soaked his cock with her juices. He began moving again, sliding his dick in and out, slowly at first, but after a few minutes, he must have remembered what she had told him and he started thrusting deeper. He stopped. “I can’t do it this way. I’m afraid I’m going to crush you.” He pulled out.

Ebony rolled over and got on her knees. She put two pillows beneath her stomach. “Is this better?”

Tomio came up behind her and entered her again. “Much better,” he said.

Ebony moved her bottom to seduce him.

“Uh,” Tomio moaned. “Woman, you know what that ass does to me.”

Ebony back up on him taking his cock in deep and then sliding to the head. Tomio let her take control for a moment. She worked her ass for him, grinding into his pelvic area. Tomio grabbed her by the hips and took control again. He humped and thrust and teased her insides until she felt like she was about to come again.

“You’re squeezing me so tightly,” he said as he fucked her.

“I think I’m about to come again,” Ebony replied.

“Me too, you little vixen.” He moved her body quickly in time with his. They came together without making a sound. Tomio had taught her how to do it. She just had to enjoy the feel of her pussy quivering while he came inside of her. Strange as it may seem, it worked.

Tomio eased out of her slowly and crawled to the top of the bed. Ebony rocked back on her knees, removed the pillows, and joined him. He pulled her to him and they went to sleep in each other’s arms.

Tomio picked up his phone after looking down at the display. It wasn’t often his father called. “Hello? Yes, I understand. I will see you then.” Tomio disconnected the call. Damn. The police had raided one of their gaming dens, seized the money, and arrested most of their employees. He quickly dialed Makoto’s number. His younger brother picked the phone up on the first ring. “This is Tomio. Trapps just got raided. The cops got everything, including the employees. Be prepared to go over to the jailhouse and bail them out. I’m heading over to the place to assess the damage.” He and Makoto hung up. Tomio leaned forward in his seat. “Head to Trapps,” he said to Akira, knowing that his driver had heard his conversation.

Less than fifteen minutes later, they were in the heart of Kabukicho, the red light district. They had just passed the Golden Goddess and everything looked okay there. He had thought about calling and telling Kazuhiko what had happened, but the less family members involved the better.

The traffic in the area was horrendous, as usual. The sidewalks were also crowded with folks from every walk of life. Bouncers stood outside the other local businesses trying to draw in customers to enter their establishments. Hosts and hostesses strutted out in front of the clubs, passing out handbills and trying to seduce men and women into entering to buy drinks.