Deep down, I think maybe we want to be caught. Sneaking around isn’t awful. It’s definitely kinda fun. But we don’t wantto do this forever. There needs to be a time when we can be together openly.
Then again, I’m not in a huge hurry for my dad to find out. Iknowthat’s not going to be easy to get through, and I have no interest in the day it happens. While I don’t want to miss out on all the little moments and memories Laiken and I make in the beginning of our relationship, I’d really like to fast forward to the point where everyone knows and we live happily ever after.
“You ready?” Laiken asks.
“For your dick in me? Yes.”
His chuckle is low and sexy. I can feel the vibration of it travel through my chest, down to my groin, where it turns warm. “It’s beenhours, Lie. Hours.”
“Why are you not sharing?” I grumble.
“When do I get to ride your dick?” he counters.
The image of him bouncing on me, that big cock waving like a flag in surrender, has me shivering. Yes, please. “When I get my fill of you. Then it’s your turn.”
“I hardly think that’s fair,” Laiken says. He kisses my lips quickly and pulls away. I watch as he slides the door closed. “You’re being selfish with your dick.”
One of my favorite things is that he’s completely opened up now that we’ve truly decided to pursue this between us. There’s no holding back. No hesitation. He’s as obsessed with me as I am with him, and he’s not afraid to let me know.
Laiken takes my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the back of it, his eyes on mine. “We’re not in a hurry to do everything,” he says. “Our days aren’t limited.”
I sigh. Sometimes, it still feels like an ending is looming ahead of us, somewhere close yet so far off that we can’t see when we’re going to reach it. That’s always in relation to thinking about my father.
But comments like this assure me we’ll be fine. We’ll get through it all together. I nod, feeling a little choked up for some reason.
“Let’s go. We’re going to be late.”
Laiken releases my hand, and we leave through his front door, walking toward the docks. Bane Island and Keone Reef have a small number of private bungalows on the beach for the resort. There are checkpoints to reach them where all technology is handed over and not allowed within those boundaries.
There’s also a disclaimer that if one of the guests ventures into the residential part of the two islands, they’re forfeiting some of their privacy because residents have their own technology. Over the years, I’ve gathered that those who choose to stay on Bane or Keone Reef do so to get away from the crowded, busy, and loud atmosphere of the other islands. They want peace and alone time.
I’ve never talked to many of the guests who stay on Bane or Keone Reef. Unless they stop in one of the restaurants or other businesses on one of the islands, there’s little reason to run into them.
“I can’t believe you have friends other than my dad,” I say as we walk down the road.
Laiken laughs. “Nason has more friends than just me.”
I look at him with horror, making him laugh again. “I’ve never seen a single one. That’s a lie.”
He shakes his head. “I didn’t say he hangs around with them, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have friends outside of me.”
“Yet, we’re going to hang out with a friend of yours outside of my dad. I think you’re cheating on him.” I sniff.
“You’re ridiculous.”
Smirking, I glance at him. “Tell me how you came by this friend? Someone you knew before moving to Kala, right?”
“No, actually. Deryke came into the Hinky Dinky one night a couple years ago when Whiskey Horizons was playing. He became a fan of theirs and returned frequently to listen to them over the course of a couple of weeks. As you can imagine, Benson got all up in arms and made sure to tell him they’re not gay, so Deryke can sniff around someone else. That’s the one time I removed Ben from the bar for talking to a patron like that. I apologized to Deryke, who assured me it wasn’t a big deal. We became friends.”
I shake my head. Ben is such a dick.
“He’s since learned that I’m serious about kicking his ass out if he pushes me.”
“You haven’t kicked him out for treating Cash like shit,” I point out.
He sighs. “I know. It’s a combination of it being family drama and not, you know, Ben attacking a patron, and Cash being unfazed by Ben’s tantrums. Maybe it’s also a little bit of letting him self-sabotage because people see what he’s doing and no one is going to sign that shit, regardless of how much talent they have.”
“I really wish Onyx and Bryce would just replace him. He’s entirely replaceable. He may not believe it, but he is.”
