21. Stopped the Swallow

TWENTY-ONE

STOPPED THE SWALLOW

Koa

T he fact I just stopped her from swallowing is testimony to how ready I know we both are to resume what that vile bitch did to her own daughter, what that weak little man allowed her to do to something that came from him.

I will help her bring down the house of Kāne as it stands now and return a deserving queen to the throne, not some sick bitch.

But first …

“I smell your need, Ku’uipo—fucking sexy. You’re going to come in my mouth, and then I’m gonna come all up in you.”

She swallows hard. I know her family shit has nothing to do with that; she loves me. I knew she would, just as much as I knew I’d drown in her since that first night at the hockey house.

I lean down and lick up her leg, and she pulls the elastic band from my hair. I peer up at her as she slides it on her wrist then reaches down and fists my hair, slowly guiding me to where she wants me.

She whimpers when I lick her hot, bare, swollen little lips.

“You taste so good.” And she does. She’s the best kind of addiction.

I lap at her hot little pussy like a kitten to milk, slipping my tongue just inside her slit. I lick a little harder then slowly up until I’m almost at her clit and then down, teasing her, and repeat. She grows wetter and more responsive verbally with each pass of my tongue heading toward the goal. One more hard lick up, and I circle her, suck on her clit. She moans as her grip tightens in my hair.

“Tell me how it feels, Ku’uipo.” I shove my tongue deeper, lapping at her wet lips.

“Oh good, real good … I think … Oh … I think …” Her knees crush my ears, and she bites a little throw pillow to stifle the noise, just like in college so her sisters in the next room wouldn’t hear.

Hungry—I’m so fucking hungry for her sweet.

I drag her to the bottom of the bed and throw her knees over my shoulders. She sits up and grabs my hair, grinding her hot, wet pussy harder against my face. She’s shaking all over—so hot—and starts to pull back to weaken her orgasm.

“Not happening. This shit is mine.” I wrap my arms around her legs, supporting that little peach of an ass, and stand.

“Oh my God, what …? Shit.” She holds on tight as I press her back against the wall, fucking her with my tongue, sucking her little nub until her body shakes almost violently and she bites her little arm. I don’t relent as she silently pleads for mercy, by way of pulling my hair.

I slide her hot, drenched little cunt down my face, rubbing my stubble against her thighs, and hold her up as I move us back to the bed where I finish getting her naked.

She hasn’t changed much at all. Her naked form is still the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life. It’s the way her curves flow, soft and defined. The gentle swell of her hips, the smooth plane of her belly, and the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she breathes. The softness of her skin, that no matter how cold she claims to be, holds a warmth I crave. It’s the dip of her collarbone, the curve of her waist, the soft heat of her pussy.

She’s not just sexy anymore; she possesses the sensuality and strength to gracefully bear the weight of what she’s had to endure. She’s art in natural form—confident, unaltered, and true.

“You grew even more beautiful, and I wasn’t there to see it.”

She shakes her head. “No, that doesn’t come between us in here either.”

“Never,” I promise.

She lies back and holds up three fingers. “Back to number three; get over here and fuck me, as planned.”

And just like that, I’m back on track.

A smile creeps across her face as she watches me stroke my cock, giving the barbell a tug as I kneel between her legs. I bend down to get a taste of her deep-red, hard as hell nipple as I rub my cock against her soaked seam and decide to slip a finger in to stretch her out. She pushes against my hand slowly as I ease a finger inside her tight little twat and realize I’m gonna have to work at this—she’s so damn tight.

When I push a second finger in, she whimpers, “Yes.” Quickly, her hips begin to grind against my hand. “Kiss me. Please, kiss me.”

“Fuck yeah.” I start at her tits and make my way slowly up her collarbone and across her jaw as my fingers continue working her hard. She’s softening, stretching, and soaking my fucking hand.

She turns her head toward me and nudges my face with her nose. I look up, and she grabs my lip with her teeth. I give her what she’s asking for and open. Her tongue rubs my lips, hot and sweet. I pull back and wrap mine around hers, slowly licking her lips then tasting her.

She reaches between us, stroking me, asking for me.

Reluctantly, I pull my mouth from hers, push up, and hold my body above her, rubbing my cock against the warmth of her opening before pushing in slowly.

“Fuck, you’re too tight,” I groan.

“You going to do this, Koa, or do you wanna roll over an?—”

I slide into her harder than I wanted, but there was no other way.

I bend and kiss her neck as she moves, adjusting to my size … again.

Rolling my hips, I stretch her further. She holds on tight to my hair as she whimpers against my mouth. I reach between us and feel that little ball of nerves and slowly, lightly rub it. She thrusts against me, and I swear to God nothing—no memories—could have prepared me for this.

Nalani, me, us together is so much more than I could possibly have recalled or remembered.

We move, we fuck, we slow at times and make love, fucking love.

And then she whispers in my ear, “Roll over.”

She’s on top of me, and I’m so deep in her.

“I wanna die just like this.”

She bites back a smile, and I sink my fingers into her tight little ass.

“Nonnegotiable.”

Heat flashes even deeper in her eyes, and she starts to ride. She’s on my cock, swaying her hips, lost in us, and I’m right there with her.

She moves her hand to the base of my cock and plants her feet on the bed, raising and lowering herself, swaying and squeezing the life out of me. Releasing my dick, she plants her hands on my abs, inching her fingers up my body, feeling me. It’s hot as hell.

I push into her, and she bites her lip, brown eyes opening and smiling as I grip her hips tighter again. Then she leans down and kisses me softly as I roll her onto her back and slowly thrust hard and slow, deeper into her. Her pussy clenches as she hisses and whimpers against my cheek, her fingernails biting harder as she quivers—her sign.

I can’t hold back anymore. “Ready?”

“Hell yes,” she moans.

I fuck her hard and wild, just like we always did. Unlike before, though, I don’t go four more strokes before I allow myself to come, not sure I could if I wanted to. I come with her, for her, for us, and I do it so hard I’m not sure I’ll ever come again.

I roll over and bring her with me, rubbing her back as we both pant against each other.

When I finally open my eyes, she’s looking at me.

At the exact same time, we both say, “I love you,” and laugh against each other’s lips.

“I’m pretty sure I just planted multiple seeds.”

When I walk into the apartment, Claire stands at the counter, trying to slice up some fruit while juggling the baby. She looks up, a bit frustrated, but quickly hides it.

I walk over, wash my hands, and then turn and hold them out. “Mind if I hold her?”

She looks at me oddly.

“I’ve held a few in my day. I promise she’ll be safe.”

There’s a little reluctance when she hands her over.

“Hey, Savvy girl, I’m your auntie Lani’s man, and she told me last night that you, your mom, and Paul have been added to the list of people she considers her true family. The other two are Sophie and Noelle.”

She blinks up and furrows her brows as she grabs my hair and gives it a tug.

“Sorry, little one, the hair stays. Your auntie would be pretty upset if I cut it, and so would my mother.” I gently take her hand and grab a toy off the counter, handing it to her. “Back to the family. If Nalani has claimed you all, and I have claimed her as the woman I will love until all the lights go out, that means I’m claiming you, too.”

I glance up, see Claire looking between us, and ask, “You have a brother?”

She shakes her head.

“You do now,” I tell her then look back at Savannah. “Claiming doesn’t mean own. It means your problems become mine. If you need something, you call me. If a boy ever steps out of line, I will make damn sure he can’t ever do it again.”

She babbles something in response.

“Exactly.”

With her free hand, she smacks me in the face, and I laugh.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so so?—”

“Nah, she’s just showing me how strong she is.” I chuckle. “Got it, Savv?—”

“Can I ask that you don’t call her that?” Claire asks.

“Of course, you can—she’s your child.”

“It’s just … that’s what he?—”

“You never have to give me an explanation.”

“I don’t want to come off as rude.”

I look at Savannah and respond, “Asking for what you need and expect is never rude.”

“Thank you.”

I continue a talk that is more meant for Claire than Savannah; she’ll grow up feeling it and already know. “I heard your mom is becoming a part of a new family—the hockey family, the Brooklyn Bears. They’re part of my family, too, and as family takes care of family, they also take care of each other. That being said, any one of the Bears family gives you issues, you tell me, and I’ll take care of that, too.”

“Would you like some?” Claire asks, pushing the plated fruit across the counter.

“Actually, I have a whole routine on game day, and if I break it …” I shake my head, and Savannah takes the opportunity to grab two fistfuls.

“Oh my goodness, little one, no, thank you.”

Claire gasps.

I can’t help but laugh as we both try to disentangle her grabby little hands and seem to be failing miserably.

“What is going on out here?” comes right before a bubble of laughter bursts from Nalani.

“We’re bonding.” I laugh.

Once we’ve got the little one out of my hair, I invite the girls to my place for breakfast.

It takes some convincing and a little lying to convince Claire that the guys won’t be there, but I manage to get them in my vehicle.

As we’re about to cross the Brooklyn Bridge, Nalani asks, “Why did I think the infamous Puck Pad was in lower Manhattan?”

Thankfully, I don’t have to lie further because Claire says, “I thought so, too.”

I throw in a bit of trivial shit to the conversation so they don’t become suspicious, but more because I’m nervous as hell about this, but not a pussy. “Your place to the arena is only five or six miles, but game nights, it can take an hour, sometimes more.”

“That’s insane. Why would you live in the city then?”

“Found a place near the Lincoln crew, and it seemed right.”

“What were they thinking?” she asks.

“Starter houses that would increase in value, maybe?” I offer.

“Makes sense,” she says as I take her hand and kiss the back of it.

When I pull into the driveway, I hit the garage door opener and pull into the empty spot, happy to see that the delivery was made this morning, as promised.

“I thought you didn’t have a Jeep,” Nalani says as I open the door and get out.

“I don’t,” I say as I jog around the front, open her door, and grab the back passenger door, too. I hold my hand out for Nalani, and she takes it.

“I was not expecting the Puck Pad to be more of a freaking palace. No wonder they kept breaking in.”

“People break in here?” Claire asks as we walk to the door.

Nalani tells her the story as I walk over and punch in the code for the garage entry and open the door.

“Ladies first.”

“Holy shit.” Nalani laughs as she leaves the little entryway and walks to the first living room.

“This is a stunning home,” Claire says.

“It’s …” Nalani pauses as she turns and sees the wall of glass leading outside to the river. “You guys have freaking water?”

“To be fair, most places do have water,” I joke.

She points. “Water water. This place is … No wonder the modern-day Pua Kāne’s try to plant roots here. Hell, she would ditch my dad to move into a place like this.”

“How big is this?” Claire asks.

“It’s nine thousand square feet.”

“The tiny bedroom I pictured him sleeping in is actually bigger than our apartment,” Nalani says to Claire, who smiles and slowly turns to me.

“How many bedrooms?”

“Nine,” I answer, and her lips tip up.

“Fuck the bedrooms. Come look at this kitchen island,” comes from that direction.

“Impressive.” Claire smiles knowingly as she moves in that direction. When she busts out laughing, I quicken my steps and just shake my head when I see Nalani sprawled out, covering maybe half the surface, doing what appears to be a snow angel.

“What on earth are you doing?” I ask, trying not to laugh.

“Giving you a visual to erase any others you may have from shenanigans on this island,” she says, serious as shit, arched accusatory brows and all.

I shake my head as I walk to the fridge to make sure everything was delivered that I requested. “I can promise you there have been no women, or even a Dash, on the island.”

“I call bullshit.” She sits up, looking around as she hangs her legs over the counter and swings her feet.

I set a carton of eggs and a basket of fresh vegetables beside her, take her chin, and give her a quick kiss. “Now, there’s been a little something.”

She smiles and slides down. “I’ll cook you breakfast.”

“I’ve got this. Go explore.”

I lift my chin to Claire. “She asleep?”

She nods.

“Set her car seat on the island and go explore with her.”

“Will do.” She shakes her head.

I mouth, “ Thank you .”

Twenty minutes later, I’m worried they’ve gotten lost, and when she appears, face tear-streaked, wearing one of her old hoodies with her letters, with Claire behind her, looking much the same, wearing another of Nalani’s sorority shirts, she smiles so damn big I don’t even see the sun.

She runs up and jumps in my arms. “When did you …?” She sniffs.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you how this happened.” I laugh as I hug her tight.

She leans back and grabs my face. “Try me.”

“Don’t want to sound cliché, but I had a dream with an old lady on the beach and?—”

“Did she say, go to him ?”

I cock my head to the side and set her ass on the countertop. “What?”

“Was there an old lady and a bonfire, and did you ask her a million questions, and all she said was, go to him ?”

I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me, but the old woman, the beach … I answer an unbelievable, “It is time.”

“You’re serious?” She bats away tears as she digs into her pocket and pulls out her phone. A few seconds later, I’m staring at something I know I’ve seen before.

“Was it her?”

“Nalani, I?—”

“This is Mele, my grandmother. Was it her?”

“Looks familiar, but …” I pause. “Did you post that picture? Send it to me back then?”

She holds it to her chest and shakes her head as I pull her into a hug, wondering what in the world is going on.

“She was in a dream. She told me, Go to him , right after I found out everything she’d done.” She hugs me tighter.

“Unbelievable,” I whisper against her cheek.