“Fuck,” he groaned. “Do that again.”
“You first,” she panted.
He did the other cheek and her thighs quivered. The slight sting burst into a jolt of pleasure. And when he was this thick inside her, the feelings overlapped until desire and lust fought to bring her to orgasm first.
Dude reached his thumb against their bodies until he found her clit. She ground against his thumb. He spanked her once more. Her whole body jolted. It was too much: the burn on her ass, the pulsing in her pussy, and the hard press on her bud. Amelia gripped his shoulders and got herself off on his hard cock. When her breasts brushed his face, he licked and sucked her nipples.
She shrieked his name and came. Sitting limply on him, Amelia let him hold her up as he finished with hard thrusts that complemented the sweet buzz of pleasure that thrummed through her.
“Oh, sunshine,” he gasped. “You sure you want to go to Hana today?”
“I’ll tell you what,” Amelia said, climbing off him. “Let me go back to my room for some silk scarves and you can tie me up with them once we get there.”
“And then what should I do with you?” Dude raised himself up on one elbow.
“I was hoping you’d stick your cock in my mouth.”
Dude exhaled loudly and stared at her.
“Still horny as hell.” She smiled and gathered up her clothes. “I’ll meet you in the lobby.”
—
Amelia practically skipped back to her room. Dude was taking her on a real date to one of the most remote and beautiful parts of Maui. Letting herself in, she was careful not to wake Zarafina while she took a quick shower. After packing a backpack with overnight things, Amelia was ready. She almost didn’t recognize the woman in the mirror when she put on a swipe of mascara and lipstick. She looked giddy.
“Don’t fall in love,” she whispered into the mirror.
This was a fantasy, Amelia reminded herself. Reality was searching for an apartment, which she’d have to put off until tomorrow or the next day. She’d talked to her parents the other day and been very vague about her future plans. As far as they knew, she was having a great time on her vacation and would be back on the East Coast next week.
Not if she could help it. She planned to take a boatload of pictures in Hana and upload them to her Instagram. Let the people back home be a little jealous. Maybe even Jay and Quinn would send her a “wish we were there” text. Or “sorry we hurt you.” And then again, maybe pigs would fly out of her butt and start to do the hula.
She ran to the lobby and found Dude waiting for her. He was dressed up, in khaki pants, boots, and a green linen shirt that bounced highlights in his eyes. Flying into his arms, she let him whirl her around. Some other guests were boarding a small van. Hani yawned and waved to them as he checked names off a list.
“Are we taking my car?”
“Nope, my bike.”
Amelia looked down at her bare legs. “Should I change?”
“You got long pants?”
She nodded. “You couldn’t have told me to wear them before I left your room?”
“Sunshine, you just told me you wanted my cock in your mouth. It took me five minutes for my brain to get me into the shower.”
Giggling, Amelia swatted him. “All right. Is there anything else I should get from my room?”
“Your bathing suit. Preferably a bikini.”
“I don’t own a bikini.”
“We’ll have to fix that.” He winked at her. “Just hurry, sweet thing. I can’t wait to have your arms around me again.”
Yeah, not falling in love is going to be a problem.
She was changed and back in record time. While she was gone, the bus had taken off and Dude had pulled his motorcycle up to the front entrance. It was a shiny Harley-Davidson that rumbled with power. Holy shit, that bike must have cost him a fortune. Now she knew where all his money went. Custom leather saddlebags straddled the back of the bike. SJK was monogrammed on them in a decorative scrawl. A clue to his real name? God, she didn’t even know his name. Shaking her head, she got on behind him. Names didn’t matter in her fantasy. Feelings did.
He tossed her a helmet. “There’s a microphone in it, so we can talk.”
“Are we stopping for coffee?”
“And breakfast.”
She hugged him tight and shrieked when the big engine roared to life and he pulled out into the street. All of Maui must be up after hearing them take off. Then she realized they were going to be doing those hairpin turns on a motorcycle.
“We’re going to get a lot of coffee, right?”
“I’m going to take us to Paia.” The microphone was so clear, it was like he was talking in her ear.
She shivered at an erotic memory of him in back of her, whispering dirty things in her ear.
“Don’t worry, wahine. I’m giving you the grand tour. You’re going to fill up your camera with pictures. Then we’re going to pack up some snacks and lunch, and that should get us through the sightseeing and the hiking before we get to the hotel.”
“So you’ve done this before?” she asked as they whizzed down the road. The big bike vibrating between her legs added to the wicked feeling of bliss.
“More times than I can count. And I see something different every time. You’re safe with me, sunshine. I know what I’m doing on these roads. Just one thing—you can’t buy out the stores. I only have so much room in my saddlebags.”
“So what does SJK stand for?”
He tensed up. “What?”
“Your engraved luggage doesn’t say Dude. What’s the SJK stand for?”
There was a long pause and for a moment Amelia thought he wasn’t going to answer her. Then he took a deep breath and said, “Samuel Jackson Kincaide.”
Amelia felt her jaw drop in shock. “You jacked the kahuna’s bike?” No wonder it was so amazing. “You can’t steal a millionaire’s motorcycle. That’s grand theft auto or something. Grand theft moto?”
“He ain’t using it. And it’s a shame to have this pretty thing sitting all by her lonesome.”
“Don’t you think he’s going to notice the mileage?”
Dude shrugged.
She pressed her forehead against the center of his back. “You’re going to jail.”
“I promise you I’m not going to jail.”
“Did he give you permission to use it?”
“Would it make you feel better if I told you yes?” Dude came back, laughter in his voice.
“Yes, because then I wouldn’t be an accomplice.”
“Then yes, sweet thing. I have Samuel Kincaide’s permission to use his tricked-out, custom-made Fat Bob Harley.”
“Oh, Lord,” she said. “I suppose he gave you permission to ride his bike when you guys talked yesterday.”
Dude shrugged.
“What did he want that was so damn important that you pushed off your snorkel lesson to Hani?”
“Heard about that, huh?” he said. “He wanted me to meet with a guy.”
“What guy?”
“Tetsuo Hojo. He’s a businessman.”
Excitement raced through her. She’d overheard Kai and Joely talking about him. He was a big shot in Maui. “Isn’t that the guy who wants to buy the resort?”
“Not anymore.”
“Yes.” Amelia gave a fist pump. “Your job is safe.”
“That’s one way to look at it.”
“Why aren’t you happy?” She turned her head to look at the beautiful scenery as they whizzed by.
“I was looking for a change.”
“So it’s like that. You’re a nomad, moving from place to place. I know what that’s like. My mom and dad were in the navy. They moved all over while I was growing up.”
“Must have been hard to make friends.”
“I made them. I just never saw them again after a year or so.”
“That’s tough for a kid.”
She waited for him to tell her about his childhood or somethi
ng about his family, but he was silent, almost brooding. She chattered on to fill the gap. “They finally settled down in Connecticut, at the sub base in Groton, my last year of high school.”
Another beat went by, so she added, “So are you like that, moving from place to place, wherever the wind takes you?”
“Nah, just been here too long, that’s all.”
That was a shame, Amelia thought. But it also made it easier to let him go. She wanted roots. She wanted a place of her own to call home.
“Okay, Mr. Restless, how long is too long?”
“Coming up on a year and a half.”
“An eternity,” Amelia said drily. “You can still leave.”
He shrugged. “That would take more effort than I’m willing to expend at the moment.”
“Do you like your job?”
“It beats flipping burgers.”
“What would get you excited about your job? What would make you look forward to going into work every morning?” She really liked helping people out when they were on vacation or in a strange place. It was fun to give people a good experience. Sure, it wasn’t all sweetness and light, but for the most part she had really liked being a concierge in a Manhattan hotel.
“Sunshine, that’s not the definition of work.”
“So enlighten me with Dude’s words of wisdom. What is work?”
“Work is something that eats at you until you are crushed by the wheel of the machine or you learn to leap over the wheel and escape.”
“That’s very deep. Which one happened to you?”
“Look around you, sweet thing. I escaped.”
“What did you used to do?” Amelia pictured him as a carpenter or a handyman. He had the body for it.
“Lots of things.”
She waited, but nothing else was forthcoming. He put on the radio and the sounds of slack key and steel guitars filled up the silence with happy music. Just as her eyes were starting to drift shut, he pulled into a parking spot.
“You hungry?”
“Shoots.”
He laughed as he helped her off the bike and slung the saddlebags over his arm. The restaurant had a line out in front, so she steered him toward a coffee shop that had big bins of beans on display.
“Aloha,” Amelia said. “Can I have two cups of your house special?”
“That’s the chocolate macadamia nut mix.”
“Sounds perfect. Cream and sugar for me, and…” It struck her that she knew how his mouth tasted in the morning, but not how he took his coffee. She looked up at Dude.
“Yeah, me too.”
While she waited for the woman to make their coffee, she gazed at the shop’s setup. “Have you guys ever thought of opening up another location?”
“Sure. But rent is expensive for a place like this.”
Amelia nodded, her mind racing. “What about a coffee stand in one of the hotels on Kaanapali beach?”
“Amelia, what are you doing?” Dude said.
She waved her hand at him to shush him.
“Starbucks has cornered the market in the big chains.” The woman handed her the coffee. Amelia passed Dude’s to him without looking at him. The woman was about her age. She had long black hair braided down her back. Her skin was flawless, and her dark brown eyes smiled at all the customers. Even though they were busy, the woman managed to welcome everyone who came in.
“The Palekaiko Beach Resort is looking to expand into specialty food items.”
“We are?” Dude said.
“That’s an all-inclusive resort,” the woman pointed out, giving Amelia a you’re-not-putting-one-over-on-me smile, all the while mixing up some cappuccinos for a couple in hiking gear.
“Whose coffee is bought at OfficeMax.”
The woman goggled at her.
“I know,” Amelia said, and took a big sip of her coffee. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. This coffee was nirvana. It was so Hawaiian to her taste buds, and it quickly replaced Quinn’s swill in her heart. “What’s your name?”
“Noelani.”
“I’m Amelia, and I really think you should consider opening up a coffee bar inside the Palekaiko. I can put you in touch with the manager, Kai.”
“Kai’s not—”
She elbowed Dude in the gut to stop what he was going to say next.
Amelia reached into her purse and scribbled Kai’s name on the hotel’s stationery. “Please think about it and give him a call. You’ve got nothing to lose.”
“I’ll think about it,” Noelani said, tucking the paper into her pocket.
“What the hell was that all about?” Dude asked while they got on line for the restaurant.
“Do you find her attractive?”
“Who?”
“Her.” Amelia jerked her head back toward the coffee shop. “Noelani.”
“No.”
“Perfect.”
“Why does it matter if I find the barista hot?” Dude blinked. “Oh, never mind. No, you are the one I want in my bed.”
“My coffee doesn’t taste like this.” She held the cup up and wiggled it.
Leaning in, Dude whispered in her ear. “It’s not your coffee I want to taste.”
Heat flooded her. “How far away is the hotel?”
“About two hours on a straight drive. But it’s going to take all day because we’ve got a lot of stops to make.”
“I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping much tonight.”
“Sunshine, I was kind of hoping it would go that way.”
When they got a table, Amelia ordered a chocolate chip pancake that turned out to be bigger than her head. Dude had a more modest-sized plate of scrambled eggs and Portuguese sausage. They wound up sharing everything. The coconut syrup made the breakfast, though, and she got a bottle to take home while Dude paid the bill. They walked around for a bit to let breakfast settle, and they ended up at a small grocery store that advertised picnic lunches for Hana. Amelia insisted on getting them lunch and snacks, filling up the saddle bags. She was able to squeeze in a bottle of wine and an opener in her knapsack.
But it had started raining while they were shopping.
“What are we going to do now?” Amelia asked.
“We’re gonna get wet.” He grinned back at her. But just as quickly as it had started, the rain stopped and they were able to get on the road.
“Don’t worry—if it starts again, I’ll pull over in a safe place. Hopefully we’ll get to one of the parks before it starts up again.”
Amelia had researched Hana while they waited for their breakfast. There were more than six hundred of those hairpin turns until they reached their destination.
“So do you want to go hiking first and see some waterfalls, or do you want to lie on the beach and watch the windsurfers?”
“Windsurfers,” she said. She was still stuffed, and walking in the slowly climbing temperature didn’t have the appeal of sitting on a beach.
The rain held off again until they pulled into Hookipa Beach Park. They jogged toward the pavilion, but wound up getting soaked. Amelia didn’t mind, though; the rain felt good. Dude wrapped his arms around her, and they watched the rain come down. It didn’t stop most people from going out into the ocean, and there were even surfers in the water. When the rain finally stopped, she changed into her bathing suit and laid her clothes out on a towel on the sand to dry.
Dude gave her a wolf whistle when she came out. She was wearing a simple halter-top one-piece. It wasn’t anything special, but the way he looked at her made her feel like a beauty queen.
He held out his hand to her and led her to the edge of the water. “Stay behind the break, or you’re gonna go out to sea and I won’t be able to save you this time,” Dude said.
“Can do,” she said, wading in up to her calves.
Dude plunked down in the sand.
“You ever do that?” She pointed at the windsurfers.
“Not here. You pretty much have to know these waters like the back of
your hand to surf here.”
“Amen, brah,” a hot guy said, coming up with a kite-surfing rig. The kite was a giant marijuana leaf. He was no Dude, but he was flawless in the way some native Hawaiians were that just made you want to sigh.
Dude was watching her watch him, so she gave Dude a reassuring wink. The guy went into the water and gave them a nice show. He went airborne a few times.
“Wow,” Amelia said, clapping her hands.
Other windsurfers in the water were also twirling around like colorful scarves in the breeze.
She plunked herself down next to Dude, with just their feet in the water while they watched.
“Don’t try that at home,” Dude said when one kid pulled off a somersault inches before a wave slammed him off his board. The marijuana—or pakalolo, as Dude informed her—kite surfer came back in.
“Back so soon?” Amelia said.
“Gotta go to work,” he said.
“Where do you work?”
“Waiter.” He gestured with his thumb toward Paia.
Amelia tilted her head and looked at him.
“Is Kaanapali Beach good for windsurfing?” she asked the guy.
“Not like this, auntie.”
Auntie?
Dude coughed into his hand, hiding a big smile.
“What’s your name?”
“Mike.”
She cracked her knuckles. “Okay, Mike, what do you think about teaching kite-surfing or windsurfing?”
“Not this again,” Dude groaned, and leaned back in the sand with his arms over his head.
“Where?”
“Palekaiko Beach Resort.”
“That place is busted up.”
“They still have tourists who are looking to do that.” She pointed out to the windsurfers.
“Auntie, I can’t teach them to do that.”
“Why are you calling me ‘auntie’?” Amelia crossed her arms.
“Oh, please don’t ask him that,” Dude said.
“It’s respect. We call all our elders uncle and auntie.”
“Elders?” Amelia squeaked.
“I told you to leave well enough alone.” Dude’s voice was muffled and his shoulders were shaking. Rat fink.
“So how much does this gig pay?” Mike asked, shifting from one foot to the other.
“I’m not in charge of the finances, but the manager, Kai, is.”
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