Chapter 13 #3
After the pallet carrying Kayl and the whiskey barrel were dropped off onto the dirt runway, I knelt down by his head. Patting his cheek, I was impressed and pleased when his right eyelid cracked open.
“You know the saying ‘keep your friends close but your enemies closer’? Well, you’re about to meet someone who despises me, likely more than you do.
But he likes me a little more when I deliver him treats.
” I didn’t know how much he was comprehending at this point, but it made me feel better telling him his fate.
“I should probably mention that they’re sitophilia cannibals, which means they like to fuck their food before they eat it.
I hope messing with our lives all these years was worth it. Goodbye, Kayl.”
The smugglers did not drop me off on a runway.
Instead, they did a flyover about four hundred yards out.
I was exhausted, having barely slept on the plane, but there was nothing like jumping ten thousand feet above open ocean to wake you up.
I was also in desperate need of a shower, so two birds, one stone and all that.
As I finally made my way onto the rocky shore, I expected to feel some closure, but I was unprepared for how much. It was the middle of the night. I was still wearing only the pareo from the wedding, though its condition was certainly lacking. From the right angle, I was sure my junk was showing.
Finding a smooth boulder, I parked my ass on it and looked out onto the moonlit waves.
For the past month, I’d been self-destructive.
Going back to Kalea’s had been a mistake, even if it had unintentionally revealed Kayl’s treachery.
Kalea and I were done with, I knew this, and as much as I wanted to take responsibility for her life again as penance for my own sins, I knew I couldn’t. I had to set her, and myself, free.
Clean slate, I reminded myself.
I needed to set things right with Caroline and Samantha, both of whom I had no doubt were my future.
I also needed to give Caroline some credit.
I had not coerced her into that shower. An argument could be made that I should have waited until she was eighteen, but it wasn’t like there was a magic switch that was flipped at eighteen that would suddenly make her wants and desires change.
I would not sleep with her until she was eighteen—if that was the type of relationship she still wanted from me—but that did not mean I couldn’t date her. Be with her, love her with the respect she deserved.
I didn’t know what day it was, how long it had been since the wedding, but I knew that I’d missed our scheduled time to meet up. Since I did not tell the club where I was going or what I was doing or for how long I would be gone, no one would be able to tell her either.
I had a lot to make up for, but I was willing to grovel. But first, it was time to find Aloiki and set that relationship to rights.
By the time I managed to figure out how to get myself back to my warehouse, get my bike and my phone, and then make it up the island to Bacon’s house, it was well after four in the morning. My brain was running on fumes.
I did not knock before entering Aloiki’s room, and despite the hour, I should not have been surprised to find Lu riding Aloiki’s dick.
They were newly married, and weren’t planning a honeymoon until after their son was born.
With the way they went at it, it was a wonder there was only one kid inside her.
Lu looked over her shoulder at my entrance, but she did not stop rocking.
Aloiki’s hands were on her hips, keeping her steady while allowing her to keep her own pace.
The amount of times I’d seen these two fuck, it shouldn’t affect me anymore.
At this point, it was par for the course, and yet my dick twitched—the first signs of real life in a long, long time.
“Where have you been?” Lu asked me, her voice filled with worry.
“Don’t you fucking dare answer that question,” Aloiki growled at me. “Stay or go, I don’t give a damn, but if you distract her, I will castrate you.”
I stepped the rest of the way into the bedroom, closing the door behind me. I could have let them be, but I wanted to stay. I knew how much they both got off on having an audience. Plus, I could not deny how beautiful they were together.
Lu had her hands balanced on Aloiki’s muscular upper thighs, her large belly jutting out between them.
Neither one looked at me, their entire attention on each other.
More than the physical act of watching them have sex, what always affected me the most with them, was their connection, their intimacy.
The way they read each other, knew exactly what the other wanted and needed without having to say a word.
The way they chased the other’s pleasure over their own.
When Aloiki was sure Lu was balanced, he lifted his hands to her nipples. Lu reacted, even though he’d barely touched them. Though with her pregnancy, I was sure she was extremely sensitive.
“That’s it, Hōkūpa?a. Look at how good you ride my dick.”
I looked up at the same time Lu did, and noticed the mirror that was now attached to their ceiling.
It looked like a larger version of the one that had been destroyed in their old bedroom.
The red light around the border was new too, and I figured that meant they were recording.
I took a wild guess that the mirror was a wedding gift from one to the other, because it hadn’t been there the last time I’d been in their bedroom.
“Aloiki,” Lu moaned, that lilt of devotion in her voice setting my heart beating faster. I wanted Caroline to say my name just like that. The fantasy had my dick filling fast.
I leaned back against the door and closed my eyes. My pareo was already in tatters, and shredded easily as I pulled it to the side.
My fingers tightened around my aching cock, driven by the fantasy that it was her soft, delicate hand rather than my rough, calloused one.
I recalled the feel of her electrifying touch, her lips on mine as I devoured her.
I shuddered, the vision of her learning my body, owning it.
I wanted her to feel everything, to find her power and strength, her confidence, in knowing that I was undisputedly hers.
I wanted to watch her ride me as Lu was riding Aloiki, to witness her test her control before she finally took it.
To experience the joys of sex, rather than the weaponization.
My balls were close to bursting at the very thought of her using me to find her ultimate pleasure. I wanted to watch her fly!
Gasps and moans picked up within the room, fueling my fantasy.
Aloiki’s demands for Lu to come echoed in my head towards Caroline as she rode my dick so perfectly.
I was oozing so much precum at this point that I was easily able to convince my brain that the vice around my dick was her hot, wet pussy.
I was not that far behind them as they cried out their releases.
It shook me to my core. Not watching two of my best friends fuck—that was so normal in my life that it was almost sad, though this was the first time I’d ever masturbated to it.
No, what shook me was the intense determination I felt to make that fantasy a reality.
I knew in my soul that I would do anything and everything to make it happen.
Just because I was present did not mean Aloiki skipped taking care of Lu.
He held her tight, talking her down from her orgasm, while settling her on the bed.
I used the rag that had once been my pareo to clean myself up before heading to Aloiki’s closet to get another one.
My hips were wider than his, but that was the beauty of sarongs.
Unless you were Yooko’s size, they were generally one-size-fits-all.
Once Lu was settled, Aloiki journeyed into their bathroom to get a wet washcloth. He eyed my new attire but did not say a word as he walked back to his bed. I gave Lu the respect of privacy as Aloiki cleaned her up, taking the opportunity to use their bathroom.
Aloiki was sitting up in bed, running his fingers through Lu’s long, black hair. She was now curled around a snake-like pillow with a sheet draped over her nude body. I didn’t think she was asleep, just blissfully resting.
“My hoku wahine woke up horny. What’s your excuse for being awake at this hour?” he asked me.
“Basically been awake since the wedding,” I confessed, turning off the bathroom light. “How many days ago was that?”
Aloiki did not look happy at my question. “It’s Monday morning, which you would know if you were at the hospital like you were supposed to be.”
I frowned. “Why would I be at the hospital?” Then I remembered the ambulance from the wedding. I’d been so preoccupied with the discovery that Kayl was Kalea’s blackmailer that I completely forgot about it. “Shit. Who got hurt? It wasn’t Lu, was it? You two still got married.”
“I would have married her regardless of location,” Aloiki stated boldly. “But no, Beetle was shot protecting Lu.”
I felt my body jolt like I’d been the one shot. “Fuck…” I ran my hand down my face. It was a good thing I didn’t grow facial hair quickly, or I’d be full of fuzz by now. “How is he?”
“He’ll survive. Which you would know if you were at the hospital where you were supposed to be.”
“Why do you keep saying that? I knew nothing about Beetle getting shot, and other than leaving the parking lot at the same time as the ambulance, I had nothing to do with it.”
Aloiki studied me for a moment. “We all assumed you’d left the wedding to be with Beetle at the hospital, but then no one could get a hold of you. I forgave your absence to look after our Prospect until I discovered you weren’t where we thought you were, and Beetle woke up alone at the hospital.”
Fuck. Certainly not the way I wanted to repay his sacrifice for taking care of Lu. I laced my fingers behind my head. “I went after Kalea.”