Kia Ora...

The year is halfway finished... a bit of a scary concept really when in a few weeks my youngest will have turned eighteen and will be getting into the thick of University preparation... applying for scholarships and selecting halls of residences then wondering how we'll pay for everything. But that's life in general right now for most people, and at the end of the day, her not going to university isn't an option.

Updates

• Kings (Crime Lords 4) is sitting at just under 45k words with about 15k left to write or 7 chapters. This book has been a dream to write. Not only has it been fun dropping back into the world of the Crime Lords series, but the words have flowed relatively easily with the procrastination bug that often strikes toward the end of a story, nowhere in sight. Touch wood!
• I have 10k written on the secret anthology short, but ran into a few problems as the pacing of the story was off, with neither of the plot points gelling right. But... I think I've figured it out, and I'll start sorting it out tomorrow.
• Caught (Smoke and Shadows 1) was released on Monday!! The books in this series while interconnected and set in the existing Yakuza Universe will be standalone stories. The next one will be Escape, featuring Tomu and Wu, and all going well it will be written at some point next year. I have four books planned so far for this series.
• Next up on the writing to do list is Runway Riot (House of Bolton 4). This will be my first FF romance, and I'm excited to get stuck into the story.

Caught (Smoke and Shadows 1)

• Yakuza Heir x Bodyguard
• Age Gap Romance - 20 years
• Twisted, Obsessive Love
• Fun with Knives

Buy Now!

Today's scene comes in the aftermath of a fight between the Kilpatrick Group and the Omori-Vaseliv Syndicate that was seen in Kings (Crime Lords 1).

After the Fight with the Kilpatrick Group - Alternate

“Do we get another kiss better?” Misaki teased as Aidan sat on the couch between him and Kristof. “Because the last one definitely made me feel better.”

Aidan released a frustrated groan at Misaki’s playful banter. He’d been worried what Misaki might do or say after he’d embarrassingly given into the desires coursing through him. So far, it hadn’t gone any further than teasing words laden with innuendo which Aidan knew he could handle.

“But you know, Aidan,” Misaki purred, closing the distance between them. “Next time a kiss on the lips would work far better than a chaste one on the cheek.” The bastard smirked as he said it, no doubt enjoying the heat Aidan could feel racing over his skin.

“Fuck of—” he started to say, turning toward Misaki with a scowl only to find his words swallowed by Misaki as their lips met. A brief featherlight tough that sent sparks of electricity surging through Aidan.

“See,” Misaki murmured as he pulled back, thumb caressing Aidan’s cheek. “Lips are so much better for kissing.”

And as the man leaned in for another kiss, Aidan found himself resisting only for a second despite the voice screaming inside his head. This shouldn’t be happening. He’d sworn to himself not to go down this path… convinced himself that the flickers of desire he’d felt for the men were nothing more than alcohol or adrenaline induced feelings.

They weren’t real. Couldn’t be real.

But despite his minds attempts to deny it all, his body wasn’t so reluctant as it continued to indulge in the soft possessiveness of Misaki’s lips. Lips that pried Aidan’s apart so their tongues could meet in a desperate duel that Aidan had never experienced before. A sensuality of movement combined with the heady taste of Misaki, and Aidan could feel himself slowly becoming addicted to it.

“Kristof…” He’d intended for the name slipping past his vocal chords to be a cry for help, but instead it sounded more like a moan. A ragged pleading for something… for someone else in the brief moment that Misaki allowed Aidan to surface for air.

His body relaxed into the arms that embraced him from behind. Large firm arms that wrapped around his waist and held Aidan tight while a voice whispered huskily in his ear. A voice that promised Aidan everything would be alright even as his lips once more fell prey to their addiction to Misaki’s.

“You have to share, Aidan,” Misaki murmured. “You can’t just kiss me better-” turning Aidan to face Kristof “-Kristof needs your kisses as much as I do.”

Aidan’s brain had gone offline. Short circuited by a heady mess of hormones and endorphins while the voice that had screamed at him, finally fell silent leaving Aidan to enjoy the lust-filled rush surging through his veins. Desire that burned hot and drowned him in its flames.

And Kristof’s kisses were different to Misaki’s. Where Misaki’s had been desperate, overwhelming, and unrelenting. Kisses that tasted sweet, addictive, and ensured you always returned for more… a guilty pleasure that left you gasping for breath. Whereas Kristof’s were firmer, more languid in the way they took control of Aidan’s lips and all he could do was submit to their demands.

*

With the delicious noises Kristof was pulling out of Aidan, Misaki wasn’t prepared to simply watch while waiting for his turn for more kisses. He dragged his hand over Aidan’s still clothed body, itching to remove every layer that separated him from the man’s skin, but he was afraid it would take too long and give Aidan a chance to think about what was happening. Misaki didn’t want Aidan to think… he wanted the brat to feel and enjoy. His gaze drifted lower and Misaki grinned at the sight of the bulge straining against the zipper of Aidan’s pants, one that matched those sported by him and Kristof. Misaki brushed his hand over it teasingly, relishing the moan that escaped Aidan’s throat before being swallowed by Kristof.

And fuck he loved how responsive the brat was proving to be. Aidan might try desperately to deny this connection developing between the three of them, but the truth was the brat wanted it… needed it… and by the time Misaki was finished with him, Aidan would fucking crave it.

Sliding to the floor, he nudged Aidan’s legs further apart and nestled between them. His hands reached for the fastenings of Aidan’s jeans, flicking the button open before lowering the zip and tugging them easily from Aidan’s hips with a little help from Kristof. So far, everything was progressing easily, Kristof managing to keep the brat’s attention distracted from the steps that were being taken by Misaki. He licked his lips and stared at the impressive bulge still encased in the cloth of Aidan’s boxers—a present that he’d been longing to unwrap since Misaki had witnessed Aidan’s physical prowess at the gym. Now that it was in front of him, Misaki couldn’t stop the moan of appreciation that escaped his throat.

Desperate to taste Aidan, to feel the weight of him on his tongue, Misaki didn’t waste time with teasing. It wasn’t as though Aidan was a virgin with no sexual experience at all. His own digging into the brat’s life had pulled up references to several girlfriends—none who’d lasted longer than three months—and a predilection for hook-ups that rivalled Misaki’s own and fitted with the playboy reputation Aidan had worked to hard to cultivate. But Misaki planned to drown the brat in a pleasure and make him wonder why he’d never considered sex with a man before.

Misaki peeled back Aidan’s tight boxers and slid his lips down the man’s hard cock until his nose was buried in Aidan’s pubes.

*

“Fuck…” Aidan gasped as pleasure surged through him in unrelenting waves and crashed over him like the rocks at the bottom of a cliff. “Fuck… Misaki,” he moaned, no longer capable of words as he watched his cock slid in and out of Misaki’s mouth. Watched as Misaki lavished his cock with attention… pressed kisses along its length, swirled his tongue around the head and dipped it under his foreskin. Fingers caressed his balls as Misaki deepthroated him… and when Kristof’s hand stopped caressing his face to tangle in Misaki’s hair all semblance of control Aidan had faltered. His hips jerked, fucking deeper into Misaki’s mouth while the words tumbling from his lips ran together until they were no longer intelligible sounds and the heat rushing through his body, chased along by sparks of lightening, picked up speed. “Fuck… I’m not going to last much longer.”

“Then come for us, Aidan,” Kristof whispered huskily while his fingers remained tangled tight in Misaki’s hair.

The commanding tone of Kristof’s words was all it took, and Aidan spilled down Misaki’s throat. His brain remained offline, entangled in the lustful haze that had wrapped around it tight… because that was the only reason Aidan thinking that the trickle of cum escaping Misaki’s mouth was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

“Misaki… let me have a taste of him too,” Kristof rasped, tugging at Misaki’s head and drawing him into a searing kiss. Aidan couldn’t process why watching Kristof kiss Misaki was just as arousing as when they kissed him… or why the mere thought of Kristof being able to taste him on Misaki’s lips had Aidan’s cock twitching once more.

But slowly the haze of desire began to fade, and panicked thoughts ran to fill the gaps it had left behind. The voice that had gone quiet in his head made itself known once more, shouting desperately at Aidan. What have you done? This wasn’t right? I’m not gay… so why did I let them…

Aidan stood up quickly, knocking Misaki out of his way and fumbled with his pants. His mind was a mess of complicated emotions, but the dominant thought racing through his head begged him to leave. To leave now.

“I-I’ve got to go,” he stammered, rushing toward the door on unsteady feet.

“Aidan… slow down and breathe,” Kristof tired to reassure him while not moving from the couch. “Let us know when you get home. Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay,” Aidan replied before disappearing out the door.

*

“Fuck… the little brat left us hanging,” Misaki whined.

“We might have pushed him too far.” Kristof wasn’t happy about the situation either, but he also couldn’t blame Aidan for leaving when this was all new to him.

“Seriously though, I’m going to get him back for it,” Misaki grumbled, a devilish grin toying with his lips as he clambered onto Kristof’s lap.

Sighing, Kristof shook his head. He didn’t want to know what Misaki planned while knowing that whatever it was, Aidan would complain about it to him later. His more pressing concern was what had occurred between the three of them, the rightness of the situation scaring the fuck out of him. Then again, maybe he shouldn’t place too much importance upon feelings that might fade along with the haze of desire. Physical attraction to the pair was understandable, but the idea that it might run deeper was surely nothing more than a quirk of the hormones coursing through his body.

But dealing with physical attraction was something Kristof could do, not opposed at all to slacking his lust with Misaki. It was made easier to knowing that Misaki was not all fussy about his bedroom partners… a thought that sent an uncomfortable surge of rage through him.

*

Aidan rushed into his bedroom and closed the door firmly behind him. He’d ignored Kenta’s questions, the concern that lingered behind each one on the drive back from Kristof’s apartment. Agitated and confused, Aidan didn’t want to speak with anyone about the emotions rolling around in his head, not when he didn’t understand them

He didn’t understand himself anymore.

Aidan: I’m home

He fired off the obligatory message, not wanting Kristof or Misaki to worry.

Kristof: That’s good. Are you okay?”

Kristof: We’re sorry… and Misaki’s in a mood, so I apologise if he does anything stupid.

Guilt flooded Aidan as he read through Kristof’s message. They had nothing to apologise for. He could have stopped them at any point, but Aidan hadn’t wanted too. Everything had been familiar and yet new… overwhelming, pleasurable, and he wanted to do it again.

And that’s what scared him the most. Aidan had never wanted any of that with a man before, and yet here was lusting over the two of them.

He sucked in a shuddering breath and pushed back at the panic bubbling forth once more. These complicated feeling weren’t entirely new, Misaki and Kristof had managed to elicit them from the very first date, however he’d managed to ignore them, brush them off, and pretend they didn’t exist. Aidan wasn’t sure he could ignore them anymore.

But where they just friends?

Something more?

With one of them or both?

And more importantly… did they want something more from him? Something more than just sex.

Aidan snorted and shook his head. Why would they want him beyond his usefulness to garner the Syndicate an alliance? And he hated that the thought of Kristof and Misaki not reciprocating these confusing feeling, hurt.

Misaki: I’m still horny. It’s not nice to leave me like this.

He rolled his eyes at Misaki’s message having long since gotten used to the flirtatious texts the man sent laden with sexual innuendo. Aidan knew Misaki sent them to piss him off at first, trying hard to scare him into admitting he wasn’t gay. It was like Misaki had forgotten that all of Aidan’s friends were gay… not even the video call Misaki had made the other day had disgusted him. Sparked a flare of jealous anger that should never have existed and made the confusing feelings they elicited in him worse… but disgust definitely wasn’t even close to what he’d felt.

Aidan stared at the message again and switched the screen off without sending a reply. He needed time to think and pandering to Misaki’s moods weren’t going to help him with that.

Except Misaki was in no mood to be ignored as text messages continued to flood his phone, along with several requests to video chat.

Sighing, Aidan eventually relented.

“Don’t ignore me, brat,” Misaki growled. “Don’t ignore us… please.” Desperation bled through the man’s anger, surprising Aidan.

“I’m not in the mood to talk,” he replied with a shaky voice. “I need time to think… to process everything.”

“We will, Aidan… just not yet. You need to see what you do to us,” Misaki said as he switched the camera view, so Aidan now saw Kristof.

“Misaki… don’t—”

“Don’t what, Aidan?” Misaki interrupted with a strangled moan. “Fuck… Kristof.”

Aidan shifted uncomfortably, resisting the urge to touch his cock at the sound leaving Misaki’s throat while Kristof smirked at the camera. He might not be able to see what was happening, but Aidan could easily imagine.

“Show him, Misaki,” Kristof growled. “You said you wanted to show him.”

Suddenly the camera tilted and shifted away from Kristof’s face. He inhaled sharply as the new camera view came into focus, Kristof’s large hand grasped both men’s cocks, precum pearling at their tips. A low curse escaped Aidan’s throat along with a soft whimpered moan that surprised him and delighted them.

He shouldn’t watch.

He couldn’t not watch the movements of Kristof’s hand.

Couldn’t not listen to the sounds they were both making.

Nor could Aidan stop the hand that slipped into his pants and synced its movements with theirs.

And maybe that scared him more than anything else.

______________

Crime Lords Series

Kings: Dukes: Princes