In the en suite, Noah made quick work of showering and cleaning himself up, making sure his body was properly washed off. He was pedantic about smelling nice and fresh, too. When he was done fifteen minutes later, he wiped himself dry with a fluffy white towel and then headed out the door, stark naked.
He was grinning from ear to ear when he was back in the bedroom, and his smile became even wider when he saw Haru did a double take at him.
“What... What the heck...” Haru uttered, his eyes large and his face flushing hot.
Stroking his wet, dark hair back with his fingers, Noah eyed the boy and noted that Haru wasn’t wearing what he had offered him earlier. The boy had donned one of Noah’s navy with white striped work shirts he usually wore under his suit jacket.
Fuck! Just holy fuck, but Haru was so cute wearing his shirt that was way too big for him. It looked like the boy was
HaruNoah was such a good kisser, and despite my experience learned from Aiden, I still found it hard to keep up with him. He was vigorous and intense; every tongue stroke, caress, and lick was exquisite, sending ripples of pleasure surging through me and driving me mindless.I shuddered, a flourish swirl of bliss dancing inside me as he stroked his tongue around mine in one full motion, feeling all of me, and then sucking at me. Meanwhile, his hand hotly trailed down my body to my already hard cock, and he groped it in his palm.“Ngh...” I groaned out softly, loving the way he was caressing me down there.When he finally released my mouth, allowing me to breathe properly, he turned his attention to my neck where he then kissed, sucked, and licked my skin.I wrapped my arms around him, just feeling his body against me, loving the heat exuding from him and the hardness of his form. He felt stern
MasonMason felt his stomach churning sickly when he received the text message from Haru. It said: Mason, just want to let you know I’m on St. Joseph Island with Noah. Please don’t worry about me. I’m fine.He could only stare at the message. Just how the hell did Haru end up on St. Joseph Island with Noah?He texted back, demanding answers. Haru promptly replied with: Something happened and Noah brought me here with him. Everything is fine. Please don’t worry about me.Just how was everything fine when he was on St. Joseph Island with Noah alone? Mason wondered. That bastard second brother of theirs was undoubtedly going to confess to Haru and then fuck the hell out of the boy; he knew it.Fuck! He clicked on Haru’s name and pushed on the call button, but it went unanswered. Haru was probably busy talking to Aiden.Mason raked his fingers
HaruThe first time I met Aiden Davis was when I was eight years old, when Mom, my older half-brother Reo, and I had just arrived in New York and landed at the airport. It was during winter, and I had a terrible cold during the entire flight.Aiden, who was sixteen years old at the time, walked up to me, took my small cold hands into his large warm ones, and said, “Hello, Haru. My name is Aiden. I’ve heard so much about you from Dad, and I’m glad to finally meet you. We’re going to be brothers soon. Isn’t that great? I’m going to take good care of you.”All I could do was stare at his refreshing smile, mesmerized. For an eight-year-old half-Japanese boy who had lived in a small town all his life where there were hardly any Westerners around, I found the sight of Aiden fascinating. I thought his blond hair and hazel-green eyes beautiful.I felt drawn to him.Brothers? We were going to be brothers, he said, and it made my heart swell with joy that we were going to be one big happy famil
Aiden“What’s wrong?” Reo Ono asked from across the dining table as he set his cup of coffee down, his smoky-dark eyes on Aiden Davis, the family’s eldest brother.Aiden raised his blond head and gave his stepbrother a querying look. “What do you mean?”“You seem preoccupied.”Aiden glanced at his cell phone, noting it was already ten to eight. “Am I?” he asked, now glancing at the door for signs of Haru.Reo sighed, knowing all too well what was bothering him. “If Haru is going to be late for his job, then it’s his own fault.”Aiden said, his voice firm, “I’m his eldest brother. I can’t let him be late for work.”Reo leaned forward on the table. “You’re not his mother, Aiden. Stop pampering him and start finding yourself a permanent girlfriend already.”Noah, who appeared at the door at that moment, said, “I concur.”Aiden frowned. “How the hell are those two related?” He picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip while Noah and Reo looked at each other.When he put the cup down agai
HaruThe feeling of Aiden’s warm hand around my arm made my heart race and my stupid dick respond in the most inappropriate way. Shit! And I had just jerked off in the shower, too, all while imagining doing it with Aiden.Youth could be so damned hard to deal with.I moved my arm away from his touch. My face hot and probably red, I said, “All right. All right. I’ll have breakfast.” Just so he would leave me alone.Honestly, the only way to make Aiden rest his case was to do what he demanded of me. In this instance, eating breakfast.Taking a step back, I raised my gaze to his face and said insistently and clearly, “But you don’t have to drop me off. It’s not that far anyway, and biking doesn’t take long.”With that declaration firmly out of the way, I turned my back on him and took a seat beside Isaac.As I reached out and got myself a slice of toast, I spied him taking his seat across the table. I could sense that he was watching me intently, like a mother hen, making sure I ate enou
HaruAiden’s deep timbre came firmly, which drew my attention to him.“Isaac, stop leading Haru astray. Haru is fine the way he is,” he said, which instantly made me blush.Yeah, I blushed a lot in front of him and knew it wasn’t normal. Girls blush when a hot guy talks to them. An eighteen-year-old boy shouldn’t blush when his older stepbrother was talking to him.He continued saying, “I’d worry if he goes and does things like that too soon. His body is too fragile.”Fuck me! I could only sit there and stare at him in astonishment. What the hell? Did he think I had a chronic sickness or something?Reo looked as though he couldn’t contain himself and laughed loudly. There were even tears in his eyes. When he managed to stop, he said, “Daddy Aiden is worried his daughter Haru will grow up too soon.”I went bright red and snapped, “Oy! Can we stop talking about me now?” I turned to Aiden and said clearly, “For your information, I am not fragile and am perfectly healthy.”Yep. I wanted t
AidenAs Aiden stepped across the threshold of the apartment, he said, “Tadaima,” the Japanese phrase meaning I’m home that Haru had taught them when he was eight. At the time, Aiden had insisted to his brothers they incorporate Japanese daily expressions into their lives so that both Reo and Haru would be able to quickly settle into their new environment. After all, he wanted them to feel at home, as a part of the new family as soon as possible. Of course, it didn’t take any of them long to learn all the phrases, and once they started using them, they never stopped, and as Aiden had predicted, both Reo and Haru quickly and smoothly settled into their new life with their new stepbrothers.For Aiden, the phrase Tadaima gave him a sense of comfort because home was where he and the people he cared about most could be with one another and spend quality time together.“Okaeri.” Noah said the phrase meaning welcome back from the kitchen door. “Was he late for work?” he asked, with an amused
HaruTokyo Club Restaurant & Bar was once again busy and jam-packed with customers for a Saturday. Tonight, I estimated about eighty diners already on the premises, enjoying themselves, eating and drinking with family, friends, and loved ones. I was rather glad that neither Jess Taylor nor I were rostered on at the bar area, because that place could get rather rowdy with all the drunk patrons abound. Not to mention some outrageously flirty ones who couldn’t seem to keep their hands to themselves. They particularly liked to feel up staff members’ backsides, especially Jess’, and oddly enough, mine.Honestly, every time that happened, especially to Jess, it pissed me off because that type of thing was just not on. I had to admit I was very protective of Jess since she was my best friend, and a very beautiful one at that, especially when she was wearing that waitress uniform of a white blouse and black pencil skirt, which perfectly fit her slender figure, showing off her stunning body.B