“What do Mikhail and Lukyan think? Or the twins?” I asked, holding up my hands when she glared at me for seeming to go over her head, and enquired about her older brothers. “Just asking, Sof, calm down. I’m not minimizing your feelings or anything.”
“The twins are off somewhere partying, following in their father’s footsteps. Mik’s up to his neck with the brewery,” she said. “Among other things. And Luk’s in Milan, arranging some deal he can’t talk about, but is apparently more important than Papa’s life.”
“Kon’s perfectly fine,” I said. Both of the women hissed at me.
“You don’t know that,” Clem said. “Even I’ve heard of the Yakuza.”
To prove my point that Sofiya’s dad was alive and well, I called and put him on speaker phone. His robust voice filled the room, with the sound of lively bar noises behind him. I told him I wanted to meet him the next day, and he readily agreed.
“See?” I said. “Still alive.”
“And in danger as long as he’s in Tokyo,” Sofiya snapped. “He won’t return to Moscow, not while he thinks he’s going toget a foothold here. I even told him we could talk about his stupid plans to arrange a marriage for me.”
“What?” I was truly shocked.
Sofiya snickered. “Talkabout it. I’d never do it. But not even that would get him to go home.”
“Why not convince him to come to LA?” Clem asked.
We both looked at her like she was a genius. “We were discussing something along those lines the last time I was here,” I said.
“Yes, he might like that idea,” Sofiya agreed. “I’ve been wanting to catch up with everyone there, too.”
Now that she was blithely planning on visiting LA, I decided it was time to get rid of her. As soon as she took the last sip of her tea, I hustled her out the door with the sworn promise I’d get her dad on a plane to California and out of the Yakuza’s sights.
“You do know he’ll instantly make himself a new enemy the minute he’s in the US, right?” I teased.
Clem thumped me on the back and hugged Sofiya like they were already best friends, and then I finally had my wife all to myself.
“That was an amazing idea to lure Kon to LA,” I said. “And it got rid of Sofiya.”
Her eyes flew wide. “I wasn’t trying to lure Konstantin or get rid of Sofiya. I only want what’s best for your family.”
“Our family,” I corrected, turning her scowl to a smile. I pulled her into my arms. “God, I love you. Brilliant, sweet, and wearing way too many clothes.”
I tugged at her sweater, and she stepped back, giving me a wicked look as she slowly eased it over her head. Her scowl was back as soon as she tossed it aside.
“There’s nothing very romantic about smelling like the airport.”
My eyes honed in on her perfect tits, the smooth orbs swelling above the edges of her lacy bra. She could have been rolling in manure, and I’d still want to jump on her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I lifted her feet off the floor and carried her toward the bedroom, bypassing the bed to deposit her on the bathroom tiles.
Reaching behind her, I turned on the shower and then began kissing my way down the side of her neck. As steam enveloped us, I snapped off her bra and nuzzled her taut nipples as she ran her fingers through my hair. Working my way down her body, I undid her jeans and tugged them down her thighs, pausing to grip the edges of her panties between my teeth.
In another moment, she was naked, beautiful, and wreathed in the hot steam flowing out from the shower. I gripped her hips with an impatient growl, but ignored my urgent instinct to plunge my face between her legs.
Ripping my own clothes off, I picked her up again, both of us laughing as I stepped under the waterfall. With her hair plastered to her cheeks, she gripped the sides of my face, her eyes searching mine before she kissed me. Our bodies slid against each other, and I ran my hands all over her silky skin.
My cock throbbed against her belly, and she gasped as I pressed her against the shower wall.
“Welcome back to Tokyo,” I said, smiling as water dripped off my hair onto her upturned face.
“It’s like coming home,” she sighed, raising on her toes for another kiss.
I nipped at her lower lip, my fingers finding their way down to cup her slippery ass cheeks and yank her closer to me. “We could live here. Just say the word.”
“And have you ended up on a hit list? How would that look to the Koboyashis?”
I snorted with laughter and gave her the kiss she was craving. Reaching for the bar of soap on the ledge next to her, I began to smooth it down her sides. Her soft moan was barely audible over the sluice of water beating down on us. Without breaking our kiss, she raised her arms as I continued to suds her all over, then with hooded eyes, she pulled away.