A car’s engine accelerating pulled Aki’s attention away from the phone. His eyes grew wide as a red Ferrari 458 pulled up in front of him. The sculpted body and raised headlights on the fenders sent a shiver down Aki’s spine. He was in love.
The door opened, and Shinji stepped out wearing tight black jeans and a red plaid coat with a few more zippers than necessary to give it a rocker vibe. But that car!
“You like it?” Shinji asked, gesturing to the sweetest ride Aki had been able to get close to in a long time.
“Like it?” Aki ran his hand across the warm hood. “I’m ready to propose.”
Shinji leaned over beside Aki and tapped the hood. “She does have one hell of a purr when she’s hot.”
Shinji’s red jacket rode up and revealed jeans hugging his ass like a second skin. He was showing off, but at the same time, Aki didn’t mind. If Nao could sleep with some Russian bastard, Aki could stare at the ass of an attractive guy with an even hotter car.
“You want to drive?” Shinji tossed the keys to Aki, who caught them in one hand.
“You mean it?”
“I don’t tease—at least not outside the bedroom.”
No other keys ever felt like they belonged in his hand. Aki shoved the briefcase in the back and slid into the driver’s seat. He brushed his hands over the fine leather detail. His fingers were made for the steering wheel.
“I always wanted to drive something like this.”
Shinji got beside him. “Murata doesn’t let you drive his flashy cars?”
Aki laughed. “Domestic brands aren’t known for their looks.”
“Jun told us he didn’t buy things not made by Japanese companies, but I didn’t believe him.”
“It’s true—everything from cars to suits. The only foreign thing he touches is his tea.”
“And a good hooker.”
Aki slammed on the gas, peeling out onto the street.
“Show-off.” Shinji grinned.
Aki asked, “Where’s the pawn shop?”
Shinji grabbed on to the door and let out a small laugh. “Good thing we have a deal with the cops.”
“Really? I’ve had a hard time getting ahold of Jun.”
“You have to ask the right person.”
“I see. Who’s the right person?”
“I forgot his name since I just deal with our Russia allies.”
Aki floored the accelerator, speeding through a changing light. “Father Murata is disappointed he hasn’t been released yet.”
“Don’t worry. We don’t want to raise suspicion. He’ll be released by the time we get back from the exchange with the Russians.”
More like get done holding Jun hostage. Nao was right. Something was off about the whole trip.
Aki slowed to a stop at a red light. The engine purred as if crying to be set free. Sports cars weren’t meant to be stuck idling.
Shinji pointed. “It’ll be a right at the next light.”
Shinji’s hair fell in his eyes, and he swept it back. Even with the coat, his biceps bulged. Nao kept his muscles lean, refining them in a boxing ring rather than lifting weights like Shinji must’ve done to get them so large.
Aki licked his lips. Both were appealing in their own way. Shinji probably would look hotter pinning Aki’s hands above his head and would have much more power behind each of his slamming thrusts. He could imagine the marks left on his back from being banged against the wall. Shinji could mark his body anyway he wanted. A small moan left the back of Aki’s throat, and if Shinji had heard it, he thankfully didn’t react, but Aki’s body had.
He blamed it on the car and the way it vibrated when they stopped. Not the fact that Shinji was objectively the hottest guy who’d ever hit on him before. Aki hadn’t just imagined what sex with him would be like for a full light change.
The light switched to green and Aki peeled out, hoping it would distract Shinji enough not to notice the bulge growing in Aki’s trousers.