The knowing smile in the open window’s reflection told me that she knew I was behind her before I wrapped my arms around her growing middle. Resting my head on her shoulder, I looked down into the pan.
“Um,Hokupa?a, I don’t think it’s supposed to look like that.”
I was right about the burning smell, despite the fresh breeze. Lu frowned at the pan, where a very black and very pink piece of tuna seared. It looked like she’d tried to add some honey and spices to it too, but those were now burned globs at the edge of the pan.
“No,” she insisted, shaking her head. “I like it this way.”
I chuckled. She was such a fucking liar. Lu might not be able to cook, but she loved food.Goodfood. And what was currently burning in that pan did not lookgood. I was glad she was trying to add some protein to her salad. Her vagina doctor stressed theimportance of getting enough protein in her diet. But she should have just kept to the salad until I was here to cook for her or asked Bacon for help, seeing as Holly was even worse than Lu in the kitchen.
I reached over her to turn off the burner. Of all the smells through Lu’s pregnancy that had set off her stomach, I was genuinely shocked that burned honey tuna with—was that cilantro?—wasn’t one of them. But then I’d been learning a lot of new things about the female body since Lu became pregnant.
Lu’s protest as I removed the pan from the cooling burner was a small growl that was no more menacing than that of a puppy. I slapped my hand against her left ass cheek. She rounded on me, slapping my chest with the butt on her spatula. Hot oil splattered my skin as a red mark appeared where the utensil made contact with me.
As Lu’s eyes widened at her actions, I raised an eyebrow. I had gotten several new tattoos since Lu came back into my life, including permanent impressions of her nail marks in my back, scratch marks on my ass, and teeth marks around both nipples. The oil didn’t burn as much as it would have if it was fresh from the pan, but it still stung. I’d thought getting her name tattooed on my dick would be my next tattoo, but now I wanted to get dots across my chest where the oil had hit me.
Good thing I liked a bite of pain with my pleasure, and Lu’s surprised expression as well as her attempted growl had me hard as a rock beneath my board shorts. Taking the spatula from her hand, I cut off the start of her apology with a hot, searing kiss. I might like pain, but that didn’t mean her ass wasn’t going to pay for her actions.
Wrapping one arm around her waist, I secured her front to mine as I lifted her off her feet. I could feel her hands on my chest, trying to wipe the splattered oil off my skin. Her handbrushed the bandage, and she wrenched her mouth away from mine.
“What happened?” she demanded, eyes fixated on my arm.
I spun us, settling her ass against the island counter. I knocked food, a cutting knife, and a cutting board out of the way to clear a space for her. Lu gasped, a mixture of surprise and arousal as I forced her knees apart and settled my hips between them.
I ignored her question. My bandage was in no way a priority at the moment. I lifted the spatula in front of her face. It was silicone, which was too bad. If we’d been in my old house, it would have been wood. “Did you just smack me in the chest with this?”
Her cheeks flushed, but she met my eyes full on. That was one of the things I loved most about Lu. She was not afraid of what turned her on. I was on fire around this woman, all day, every day. She was so fucking perfect—for me.
Dipping her hands into the back of my shorts, she squeezed my ass cheeks. “Maybe,” she sassed. “What are you going to do about it, Aloiki?” Lu was the only woman in my long history of sexual partners who I was ever at risk of losing control around. I would live inside this woman if I could.
My voice deepened an octave as I answered, “Fuck you until you scream my name and come so hard you do it again tomorrow so I will punish you all over again.” Lu’s breath caught. Before she could respond, though, I leaned in, hands on the counter on either side of her hips, and ordered her, “Take off that fucking shirt. It’s going in the trash.”
I could care less that we were in a common kitchen. Samantha and Caroline would be asleep at this hour, and the others had all seen everything Lu and I had to offer before. They were used to walking in on Lu and me in intimate situations. Hell, if we were in the barn, we’d be making money off it. Aftermy house was destroyed, the barn became our club’s new porn studio. In deference to the children now in the house, I tried to limit when I fucked Lu outside our bedroom to when I knew they were not around.
Lu crossed her arms around her middle and worked the white shirt over her head. She was naked underneath. Her breasts hadn’t just grown in size since her pregnancy had started. Her areolas had too. Something about the baby finding it easier to breastfeed? I didn’t know how accurate that was, but I certainly was more drawn to them. I was even looking forward to tasting her breast milk when it finally came in. I didn’t think I had a lactation fetish, but I certainly was curious. Plus, why the fuck not?
I cupped her breasts, reveling in their new weight, before changing my position to roll her nipples between my callused fingers. “Are you still hungry, baby?”
She nodded, her eyes heavy lidded. “Hungry for you,” she clarified.
The neediness in her voice made me chuckle. Using the end of the spatula, now completely cool, I tipped her chin upward. “Then remove my shorts.”
After another squeeze on my ass, which sent fire straight to my balls, she moved her hands around inside the waistband to stretch them enough that gravity pulled them down my legs. I left them pooled at my ankles.
Once free of its restraint, she grasped my dick, standing at full mast towards my muscular abdomen. Her dark chestnut eyes were lit with mischief as she used her palm to collect the precum off my tip to moisten her hand.
I let her play for a few moments, let her think that her punishment was a simple blowjob. Picking the spatula back up, I ran it over her chest as she continued to pump my cock in her fist. I caressed the flat bottom between her tits, down andaround her baby bump, trailing gooseflesh along her rich bronze skin. She shivered as I brought the cooking utensil past her hip and over her upper thighs.
Just as I moved my hands under her knees in anticipation of hiking her feet up onto the counter, Lu leaned over and licked what remained from the splatter of oil from my chest. I let her, savoring the feel of her rough tongue, the velvet of her lips, and the scrape of her teeth along my skin. I could so easily lose myself in this woman. Some would say that she had too much power over me, that they would never allow a woman to affect them so. Me? Fuck that. I was not so fucking fragile that my masculinity rose or fell based on what Ialloweda woman,mywoman, to do to me.
But that didn’t mean I would allow her to distract me from my very naughty plans that I had for her body. I honestly didn’t give a shit that she’d smacked me with hot oil. She’d done worse to me with hot wax. I was not, however, going to let mywahinego hungry at four in the morning.
Lu emitted a startled gasp as I lifted her feet to the edge of the island. She was normally extremely flexible and well balanced, but now her stomach was larger and her body ached in a variety of places that it hadn’t before. I was less hasty with my manipulations, and gave her time to adjust as I moved her body where and how I wanted it.
“Hold your ankles,” I ordered her. Her eyes flared with surprise as she removed her hand from my dick, obeying me without question. Guilt might drive her a little, but it was mostly arousal. She knew me better than anyone, even Tangaloa. I didn’t bluff, and I always delivered on my promises, especially when it came to orgasms.
I kept a hand on her lower back, offering her support as she got balanced. Her body was fucking incredible, and yeah, I definitely had a breeding kink now. Ilovedseeing her pregnant,loved seeing the evidence of what I had done to her body. It made me beyond hot, beyond impatient to do it all over again. My son would not be an only child.
Her ankles were wide on the counter, her long, smooth legs creating an odd-shaped M. She had to adjust her ass on the marble a couple of times before she felt secure enough in her balance to nod at me. When her long, midnight hair fell forward in front of her eyes, I brushed it back behind her ears.
