Kenji
My Tiger's pussy was so good, I almost decided to stay on the island and forget the war.
Almost.
Because I knew what my father was capable of, and I knew what my father would do if I delayed any further. I had to stay focused and get rid of him so that me and Nyomi could have a future.
But fuck, between the scent of her pussy and the memory of her moans in my ear, I wanted to burn the whole world down just to keep this moment going. Her eyes were still glazed from the orgasm I'd just given her.
I kissed her again.
Couldn't help it.
My mouth found hers, and she melted into me like she always did.
Soft.
Trusting.
Mine.
When I finally pulled back, we left the shower.
Goddamn it. I have to beat my father and get back to her. There can be no other outcome.
I handed her a towel and wrapped one around my own waist. Water dripped down my chest, and I watched her eyes track the movement. Heat flared in her gaze, and I almost said fuck it and took her right there against the bathroom counter.
But I had a war to fight.
I sighed. "Have fun when you get your hair braided."
She frowned as if the very idea would be impossible.
My voice came out rougher than I intended. "Go ahead and continue with the plans for the day. Watch the movies with everyone left on the island. Raise the morale among our people.”
She sighed.
“Do not stress about me. I want you to be happy and safe."
“Okay.” She nodded, but I could see the worry still sitting in her eyes.
Toweled up, we walked into the bedroom together, and that's when I heard Hiro's voice.
"And don't forget about finishing up any plans for the party. We can surely have the party this evening in celebration for killing our father."
“What the fuck?!” Nyomi jumped beside me.
I stopped us by the doorway and stared. “Are you insane?”
“Some would say yes.” Hiro lounged on our bed like he owned it. His head rested on Nyomi's pillows, and his bare feet were crossed at the ankles. He had a joint between his lips, and smokecurled lazily up toward the ceiling. A knife sat on the bed next to him, gleaming in the low light.
I frowned. "Are you comfortable?"
Hiro pulled the joint from his mouth and blew out smoke. "Of course. Although I must complain that the noise from the shower was not loud enough to my liking. We’ll have to change that one day."
I sneered.
“Just a small critique, brother. Nothing to get pissed about.”
