I didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath. The song was slow, but she also tired easily. I also didn’t tell the photographers to start shooting or my crew to start filming. I hopped up on stage next to mywahine.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered, tugging on the knot of my sarong. It fell to the stage floor, leaving me completely bare. Some of the guests made gasps of surprise, but if they didn’t see this coming, then they werelolo. We warned them that dinner and condoms would be provided.
Dinner had been served, and the condoms were in bowls on each table.
Lu, though, shook her head. I raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what was going through her head. She was slightly short of breath, but hadn’t even worked up a sweat.
Working the knot of her own sarong, Lu let it fall to the stage behind her as she stepped towards me. She wrapped her fingers around my cock, my sensitive, heated skin feeling the smoothness of the bandage she still had on her palm.
Her gaze was steady as she added in a low, sultry voice, “Get onyourknees.”
There was some chortling from the audience, but it was as insignificant as birds chirping to me. The only other person in my world was this incredible woman in front of me.
I fell to my knees before her, the hard slap of the wood beneath me audible to those even at the back of the room. Lu traced one finger around each of my nipples where the indent of her teeth was tattooed into my skin. Her breasts were still covered by her bra, but I did not disturb her.
I’d let her have her moment, her fun. Because all too soon, I would get mine.
She touched me everywhere, leaving behind trails of fire in her wake. She ran her fingers through my hair, over my jawline, down my throat, around to the hard ridges of my back, up my arms, and crossing onto my chest. Exploring all of me, scraping her nails along my flesh. I touched her too, little nips, little squeezes. I loved seeing her power, the confidence to order me to my knees in front of our friends and guests.
Lu bent forward, dropping her hand lower to grab my raging cock again. “Legally, this is mine now.”
My smile was wolfish as I gripped her hips. Her fucking incredible hips that had captivated me for the past decade. “That was never up for debate.” I squeezed her hips, dragging her even closer to me. I latched onto her left nipple through her bra. She gasped, letting go of my cock to grab my hair with both her hands. When I released her, she swayed. “The real question is what are you going to do with your cock?”
It took her a moment to focus. She pulled my head back by my hair. “I’m going to ride it. Right here, right now, in front of all these people.”
No sexier words had ever been spoken.
Epilogue
Aloiki
2 Months Later
The knockon the hospital door had multiple of us raising our heads. The door cracked open, and Doodles stuck his head in. “Bad timing?”
Lu, sleepy but elated, shook her head. “No, please come in.”
The Prospect opened the door the rest of the way and entered, a black bag over his shoulder. He looked to me with my hours-old son, Kiai, in my arms. Despite the hospital rules, I’d squeezed onto the bed next to Lu as we took turns holding our son. The longest fourteen hours of my fucking life. I’d never been so terrified, but the hospital staff said it was an ‘easy’ delivery. Fourteen fucking hours waseasy?!
They were all insane. Fuckinglolo, because no way in hell was I putting Lu through that again. The concept of her being pregnant was fucking hot, but not if fourteen hours of ‘easy’ labor was the result. No. Fucking. Way. We were one and done.
Most of Kiai’s uncles and aunts surrounded the bed, which made our hospital room a bit claustrophobic, but Lu wanted them here, so here they would remain. I’d give her the fuckingmoon right now if she asked it. I’d already passed aroundKauaicigars, which Lu had forbidden us to light up in here. Gifts were piled up in two of the four corners of the room, including the new surfboard I’d commissioned for Lu as a push gift.
Doodles wormed his way through the throng of people to get to my side of the bed, but his attention was on Lu. “Ho‘maika‘i ana, Lu,” he said, congratulating her.
Myhaku wahineblinked tiredly up at him. “Mahalo.”
I used my free hand that wasn’t supporting my son to help tuck the covers around her more. It was the only time I could ever remember trying to cover her beautiful body up more, but my need to ensure she was warm enough after the ordeal of childbirth was driving me.
Doodles turned his attention to me, eyeing my son in my arms wearily. “You sure you want to do this here, Paniolo?” The others were now giving him looks, wondering what was up. “Now?”
I nodded once.
Lu’s tired face scrunched in confusion. “Do what?”
Doodles had been my tattoo artist since before Lu and I met. When he decided to prospect for the club, I was all for it because I knew he was someone reliable. Also, free tattoos. We were still down to four Prospects after February, but I’d been a little busy with Lu and helping Tangaloa the past two months to concentrate on recruiting.
“Get your name tattooed on my dick,” I explained.
