My Yakuza, A.J. Llewellyn [best book clubs TXT] 📗

way through crab cakes on black sesame, ginger-tossed cabbage, rock shrimp and island tuna. They ended their meals with coffee and sweet-tart Key lime pies.

“I’m going to Hawaii with Shiro…about time I took a vacation,” Kono said.

“Couldn’t agree more,” Jerrell said, picking up the check. “I’m charging this to the city. It’s a lot less expensive than all the security we thought we were going to need.”

They all slept at the safe house that night and although they slept side by side on a double bed, Kono and Shiro didn’t touch each other once, since Jerrell took the bed beside them.

“You can make it up to each other in Hawaii,” he said, letting out a laugh.

Bastard, Kono thought good-naturedly. He’s enjoying thwarting us.

* * * *

The next morning, they all drank coffee and the chopper came back for them. In the city, Shiro wanted to buy a new laptop and Jerrell took them to the Apple Store to help him pick one out. Kono paid for it in spite of Shiro’s objections.

“I was going to apply for a credit card,” he said.

“It’s my gift,” he said. They said goodbye to Jerrell, the only man in New York to know exactly where they were going.

At La Guardia, they checked in to United Airlines using their new, fake IDs with no problems. They went through security and arrived at the departure gate with half an hour to spare. Kono gladly looked at the images of Kauai on Shiro’s new laptop. He put his nose to Shiro’s hair and inhaled.

Shiro was so ecstatic to be going home. Kono understood that the past few months had been hell for the man he now knew he loved.

He wondered whose ashes lay beneath the rose bush the mayor had so giddily planted at the police memorial service near ground zero and was just glad it wasn’t him.

Jerrell had arranged for all their air travel through to Honolulu.

Once they arrived after a full day of changing planes in Dallas, Texas, then Los Angeles, Kono stepped off the plane with Shiro and felt as if he’d come home.

“Almost everyone is Asian,” he remarked.

“We blend right in, don’t we?” Shiro asked.

“I might blend, babe, but you still stand out. You’re so goddamned hot and I haven’t been able to fuck you for a day and a half.”

Shiro laughed, pressing himself into Kono’s arms.

“I want to meet with my professor tomorrow about my Master’s. I can do everything via the Internet, but we can stay here tonight and fly to Kauai tomorrow. Okay?”

“Very okay.”

They wandered over to the throng of car rental kiosks.

“Let’s go to Dollar. They have deals for locals,” Shiro said.

They waited in line for their car, Kono was tickled when they went to retrieve it and every last vehicle on the lot was a Lincoln Cruiser.

Shiro took the wheel.

Kono thought this was a swell idea considering that he wanted to gawk at the beautiful men and women he saw no matter which way he looked, and he didn’t know his way around. He slid his hand over to his lover’s thigh.

“Is there a Sheraton anywhere on this island? I seem to remember we discussed one about a thousand years ago.”

Shiro’s eyes moistened. “Yes, there is. I can’t believe we’re here, Kono.”

“I know. Me, too.” Kono leaned across the seat and kissed him. “Let’s stay at the Sheraton tonight.”

Shiro bit his lip. “It’s expensive.”

“I don’t give a fuck. I want to stay in a beautiful hotel in Waikiki with the man I love.”

“You…love me?”

“Of course I love you. What do you think I’m doing here?”

“Just checking.” Shiro started the car and they heard island music that instantly made Kono relaxed. Shiro didn’t drive far. He stopped around the airport terminal road outside a long row of lei stands.

Shiro kept the engine on and ran to the first lei stand.

“Stay here,” he shouted over his shoulder.

Kono watched his lover’s fine ass as he ran from stand to stand. He finally returned with two white-flower leis draping one over Kono’s head. The scent was intoxicating.

“It’s pikake, the flower of love. You just got leid.”

Kono grinned. “Not quite what I had in mind, hot ass, but it’ll do for starters.”

Shiro got behind the wheel as the song Somewhere over the Rainbow came on the radio.

“I love this song,” Kono said, hearing the delicate, resonant voice of Iz.

“Me, too,” Shiro said, jumping when Kono’s hand reached across and touched his cock through his jeans.

“I love you, Kono.”

“You fucking better.”

They beat the lights all the way down Nimitz Highway, Shiro pointing out landmarks.

“Where’s the Sheraton?” Kono kept asking. “If I don’t get to fuck you soon, I’ll die.”

They drove down Kalakaua Avenue, turning down a series of one-way streets until they arrived at the entrance for the Princess Kaiulani Hotel.

“She was our last Hawaiian princess,” Shiro said. “I think you’ll like it here.”

Kono already did. The trade winds ruffled his hair. He felt magnificent…at peace. He found himself bidding Aloha to everyone he met. They took a room with a view of the ocean.

“I know how I want you to fuck me here tonight,” Shiro said, gesturing to the balcony. “I want you to put me on your lap and suck my cock, then bring me inside and fuck me.”

“It will be my pleasure.”

“No, mine.”

“No, mine.”

Kono pulled his lover to him and they kissed, throwing off their clothes and falling on the bed together. Shiro took control, licking and sucking Kono’s mouth, moving down his body. When Shiro’s tongue touched his balls, he thought his breath would stop. Shiro was the most sensual man he had ever been with. He loved how bossy he got once they were in the sack. He was a pleasure-loving man and Kono found himself wanting to give and receive all the pleasure he could for the lovely man now immersed between his legs.

He thought of Gen. His only regret. He’ll know I’m alive. He gasped as Shiro’s persistent tongue touched his ass hole. I am