I Just Can't Stop Loving You (9 page)

“We will,” he said. “Eventually.” He pulled her to her feet and into his arms for a dance. For a white boy, he had some smooth moves. Their bodies rocked sensually against each other and Damien kept his green eyes locked and gazing down into hers. “I’m enjoying this,” he said.

She knew exactly what he meant. His body felt warm and comforting next to hers. Tricia ran some of her test notes over in her head to keep the lascivious thoughts out, but she failed miserably. His body had hers lit up like the night sky.

Damien raised her chin and placed a kiss against her lips. Their dancing took on a more erotic sway as he danced her over toward the pool. “Let’s go swimming,” he suggested. He freed her from his body.

“Where can I change into my suit?” she asked, dizzy from lust.

Damien shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it on a lounge chair. “What do you need a suit for? We’re over eighteen.”

Tricia’s gaze landed on his bare chest. She gulped.
Oh shit. We are going to skinny dip
. She continued to stare at him as he took off his pants and stood before her in a skimpy pair of briefs. He had a nice butt. Damien turned slightly and she got a good look at the front of the briefs. She bit her bottom lip and sighed.
He’s packing some serious artillery
.

“Are you going to stand there gawking or are you going to join me?” Damien asked, rewarding her with a sexy smile.

Tricia gathered her wits. She had a little more clothing to get out of than he did. She kicked out of her shoes and wiggled out of her skirt. A cool breeze touched her bare legs and she trembled. The pool water might be heated, but the patio wasn’t. Finally, she stood before him clad only in her bra and panties. Damien trained his eyes on her and she saw the color deepen to an emerald green.

He lifted his gaze. “I always knew you had a fantastic body with clothes, but I had no idea how stunning you would be without them.”

Tricia blushed. Whether he was feeding her a line, she didn’t know, nor did she care. His words confused her, but she felt comfortable with him. Her mother had taught her respect herself and not to put out just for anyone she didn’t care about. The coy, demur and respectful shit wasn’t working. She wanted to be with Damien, not just spiritually, but sexually as well.

Tricia reached behind her and unfastened the hooks of her bra. The straps slipped down her shoulders, revealing her breasts.

Damien’s eyes widened, but he did not try to approach her. He casually slipped out of his briefs and stepped into the pool.

Tricia gulped again, removed her panties, and followed him into the water.

****

Ichiro sat on the floor in the nursery sipping a cup of tea. His eyes landed on the twin cribs that he had no part in putting together. Damn, he’d messed up royally. He should have been the one to construct the nursery, to paint the walls and to drive his pregnant wife to the hospital. He sipped the tea knowing he couldn’t do anything about the past. But he hoped to do right in the future. The only problem was he didn’t know how to convince his wife to accept his apology. Hell, he hadn’t seen her since she tried to strangle him in the delivery room. He frowned. Although he knew that she couldn’t seriously harm him, he didn’t want to anger her any more than he already had. They were both responsible for two little lives now and eventually, they would have to get together and discuss the babies’ futures. But for the present, the two of them had to name the babies.

Satoshi and Takumijo were nice Japanese names, but he would feel bad about it if either of them became fathers and couldn’t use the names for their sons. He and Shaundra had sat down and wrote a list of possible names, but hadn’t decided since they had no clue what the sex of the babies were at that time. They had been happy back then and then shit had gone downhill quickly after that.

“Mind if I join you?”

Ichiro looked up. Satoshi leaned in the door with a cup of tea in his hand. “Sure.” He patted a spot on the floor. “The more the merrier.”

Satoshi sat next to him. “You will be spending a lot of time in this room shortly. I’ve been told that babies need a lot of attention.”

“I’ve been taking care of you guys for years,” Ichiro replied. “What are two more babies?”

Satoshi chuckled. “You have a point, but you don’t have to get out of your bed at two in the morning to feed and change us.”

“That’s because you guys are usually still out partying at two in the morning.” He sighed. “I was so happy when I found out that we were expecting, but I never got the feeling that Shaundra was happy about the news.”

“She has four other kids, Ich, that she had to raise alone when her first husband died. Tricia told me it was real hard on her mother. She hardly ever slept and she struggled just to feed them and keep a roof over their heads. That had to be hard on her, so put yourself in her shoes. She knows you’re going to be on the road a lot so she faces raising these kids alone too.”

“I know, but I won’t be on the road forever. And besides, I don’t want to part with them right now. You should see them. They are so cute and vulnerable. All I want to do is hold them and protect them from the world.”

“Ah, the bonding thing. So, when are you going to see Shaundra?”

“I don’t know,” Ichiro admitted. “She’s still very angry. I think I might wait until we return from Europe. You know, give her time to cool off.”

“Are you sure?” Satoshi asked.

Ichiro nodded. “Seeing me upsets her and sends her blood pressure soaring. She needs to stay calm so she can be released from the hospital. I would love to see her and see her with our sons. I should be taking pictures and videos to record these loving moments, but with my luck, she’d hit me with the camera.”

Satoshi laughed. “Ich, she barely reaches your chest. What can such a tiny thing do to you but hurt your feelings?”

Ichiro shrugged.

“Okay, I’ll take the pictures. We need memories.” Satoshi paused. “Have you told your family yet?”

Ichiro nodded. “My sisters were so excited. They’re supposed to be visiting with Shaundra today. This is good because I need to visit Daichi and check on the restaurants since we’ll be flying back to Europe in a couple of days.”

“Yes, I have to check in with my family too. I suppose Tae is probably waiting to throw my latest arrest in my face.”

“I don’t understand the rivalry between you two,” Ichiro said.

“You’ll see. Watch what happens as your boys grow. Speaking of which, they were pretty big. I hope Shaundra didn’t suffer much.”

“I was a big baby,” Ichiro said. “You never think about things like that when you’re expecting. I’ve spoken with her doctor and he assures me she’ll bounce back physically, but it will take some time. She’ll probably have to exercise and continue to watch what she eats.”

“Are you worried that she won’t be able to lose the weight?” Satoshi asked.

“No. I’d love her at any size, but it’s not good for her health. I’ll begin working on a healthy diet and an exercise routine for her when I return from Amsterdam.”

“I hope she’s speaking to you by then. Little Satoshi and Takumijo need both their parents.”

“Oh, that reminds me. There’s something I need to do in town.” While it was fresh on his mind, he needed to register his marriage to Shaundra.

“Anything I can help you with?” Satoshi offered.

Both men rose to their feet.

“No. It’s something I should have done months ago. I’ll see you later.”

Satoshi nodded and Ichiro dashed out of the nursery and out of the house.

****

“Are you sure we’re alone?” Tricia asked Damien as they splashed in the warm pool.

He swam over to her and wrapped his arms around her. “Yes, why?”

“I don’t know. I thought I heard a noise.” His silky skin rubbed against hers, inciting fireworks through her blood stream. She suspected if she could see inside her head, she’d see bottle rockets soaring and flaring colors like the Fourth of July.

“That’s just your imagination,” Damien said as he rubbed his body against hers. “You are so soft and you feel so good in my arms.”

Tricia tightened her arms around his neck. “Don’t go getting any ideas, my prince, unless you have a diamond engagement ring and a tiny Justice of the Peace in your pocket.”

Damien chuckled. “I don’t have pockets at the moment.” He kissed her on the forehead.

True, they were skinning dipping in his father’s pool and his cock was having its way with her navel.

“But I’m not opposed to finding a Justice of the Peace and making an honest woman of you if it means I can finally get between those chocolate thighs.”

“Ooh, stop it. You romantic words are driving me wild,” she teased.

Damien chuckled. “I love your sense of humor.” He swept her up his body for a kiss.

Tricia had to wrap her legs around his waist to keep from falling.

Damien’s hand lost its mind and traveled down her buttocks to gently squeeze one of the cheeks.

Normally, she would have been offended and probably slapped the shit out of him, but she had chosen to be naked and her booty to him was free game.

He moved her around until she had no choice but to hold on for dear life. Her pussy pressed into his stomach and his cock touched dangerously close to her asshole. “I’d like to see this ass showcased a thong,” Damien told her.

“I don’t own a thong,” Tricia told him. “I’m an old-fashioned girl.”

“Nonsense,” Damien replied. “I’m going to go shopping and buy you all the sexiest lingerie your heart desires.”

Hall and Oats’ ‘Out of Touch’ played on the stereo. Tricia couldn’t help herself so she bounced to the music.

“Oh, don’t do that,” Damien said, trying to move her around his waist to a comfortable position.

Tricia continued to dance on him, ignoring his plea.

“I’m not playing,” he warned. “I’m having enough trouble balancing you this way.”

Tricia danced and rubbed her butt against his swollen erection.

“Ooh,” he groaned. “You’re killing me.”

Tricia sang the chorus to the song. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.”

“Too much,” Damien groaned.

The next thing she knew, she was airborne. Her arms left his neck and her body sailed into the water. Tricia made a big splash and then came up for air drenched from head to toe. “Are you crazy? I could have drowned.” She looked up at him just as he tried to hide his engorged cock from her with both his hands. “Oh,” she said. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he said, walking over to a deeper part of the pool. “It will go down.”

Tricia smirked. “Maybe you should get out of the warm water and try a cold shower.”

“Very funny,” he muttered. “You have no idea what this feels like.”

True, she didn’t. And she really wanted to help him out, but she’d promised herself to stay out of his bed until they graduated from college. And if she didn’t get her ass home  and continue to study for tomorrow’s exams, she wasn’t going to graduate any time soon. “You were the one playing with my butt,” she said as she swam toward him.

Damien was just about to respond when the patio door slid open.

Tricia looked up. Two middle-aged police officers stepped out with their guns aimed at them.

“Is there something I can help you officers with?” Damien asked.

The officers lowered and re-holstered their guns. “The silent alarm went off, Master Kehoe,” one of the officers said.

“Sorry,” Damien replied. “I forgot to call you, Max, and let you know I’d be stopping by.”

The officer gazed at her. Luckily, the water covered most of her body.

“Is your father back in town?” Max asked disapprovingly.

“No,” Damien said. “He’s due back in a couple of weeks and I hope you won’t mention this to him.”

The one named Max looked at her. “She’s cute.”

Damien nodded. “Yeah, but she’s a big tease. She wants to save herself for marriage.”

Max laughed. “You’re a smart young lady, but your argument would be more effective if you weren’t naked.”

Tricia sneered at him.

“I thought you guys were my friends,” Damien said. “Hand me a towel.”

The other officer walked over and got Damien a towel.

Tricia watched it all in mock interest and got another glimpse of Damien’s sensational butt as he climbed out of the pool. He wrapped the towel around his waist.

Max saw her and smirked. “We are on your side, but if the young lady wants to wait, what can you do?”

“I suppose I’ll have to marry her,” Damien said. “I have been in love with her since we were kids.”

Max gazed at her. “She does look familiar.” He chuckled. “She almost looks like the woman whose picture is in your father’s bedroom.”

Tricia frowned. How many people had seen that picture?

“That’s her mother,” Damien told the two officers.

“Ah, keeping it in the family, I see,” Max replied.

“Yeah,” Damien said. “Who has better taste than my father?”