Order vs. Chaos

by Mary E Thompson

  “Kiana,” I groaned.

  She nipped my shoulder and ran her tongue over it. Her fingers danced down my spine then cupped my ass, grinding me against her.

  “Please, Sawyer. I’ve never come that hard. I’ve never felt this good. I’m not ready to stop.”

  My control was pouring through my hands. I couldn’t keep myself from wanting the same thing she did.

  I kissed her hard, swallowing her moans as she moved her hips against me and drove me crazy. I yanked back from her, not willing to come in my shorts if I had a warm and willing woman to come inside of. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, absolutely. I want you. I want you inside me.”

  My dick throbbed. He was on board. Me? I couldn’t resist her for another second.

  I stripped my shorts and briefs off, barely remembering to grab a condom. She sat up and took my cock in her mouth before I could roll it down my length.

  I hissed, my hands threading into her hair. I tugged her ponytail loose and gave in to the mind-numbing feel of Kiana sucking my dick. She took me in deep, letting me hit the back of her fucking throat before easing back out. She tugged on my balls and swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, and brought me right to the edge of my sanity before I tugged her off.

  She pouted. “I enjoyed that.”

  “Me, too. A little too much. I want to be inside you when I come.”

  A sexy grin turned her lips up. She grabbed the condom, tearing it open with her teeth, then rolled it down my shaft, giving me an extra stroke that had me seeing stars.

  “I’m going to apologize in advance because this isn’t going to last long.”

  She scooted up her bed, propping herself on the pillows and spreading her legs wide, inviting me in.

  I crawled up over her, running my hands over her thighs and her belly and up to her breasts before kissing her. I nudged against her pussy, my dick swelling painfully. Shit, I wasn’t going to last at all.

  “Sawyer,” she moaned, telling me she was already there. “Inside, please.”

  I kneeled and positioned myself at her entrance. I wanted to plunge in deep and hard, but I saw her eyes widen when she saw me, and I didn’t want to hurt her.

  It was no big shock that her ex had a tiny dick.

  I eased in, inch by painful inch. She moaned, lifting her hips to meet mine with each stilted stroke.

  “More, Sawyer.”

  “You ready?” I asked, leaning over her. Our faces were mere inches apart. I could feel her breath on my cheeks. She lifted her hands, running them down my chest, her nails scraping over my nipples.

  “Now, Sawyer. Hard. I want to feel all of you. Don’t tease me anymore.”

  I plunged into her, my shaft fully encased in her hot pussy. I almost came right then, held back only by sheer strength.

  “Fuck, me,” I groaned. “You feel so good.”

  “I might come again.”

  I grinned because, well shit, what guy didn’t want to hear that she was going to come just from you being in her. Even my dick swelled with pride at that one.

  I moved my hips, dragging myself almost all the way out of her. When I slid back in, she moved with me, her channel already tightening around me.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, Sawyer.”

  I stroked again, mentally adjusting the settings on my camera to keep from coming before she did. Her chest rose with each shallow breath, tempting me. I pumped harder and faster into her. Her gasps became pants then whimpers. I cupped her ass, lifting her hips, and she groaned long and low.

  “Oh, yes, Sawyer. Yes,” she moaned over and over again.

  Harder. Deeper. Faster.

  It was working as quickly for me as it was for her. I gritted my teeth, doing everything I could to hold back.

  The sweetest sound ever was her voice rising, my name shouting from her lips. She screamed, her body clenching around me at the same time.

  I stroked hard into her, pinning her hips to mine as my eyes crossed and I grunted out my own powerful orgasm. My body shook with squirt after squirt into her, the longest and strongest orgasm I ever had.

  I collapsed onto her, remembering a second before I crushed her to support myself on my elbows. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me tight to her body.

  We laid like that, the sweat on our bodies cooling. My cock started to pull away, shrinking slightly and beginning to slide from her. I rolled over, finding the bathroom and taking care of the condom.

  I went back to her room and grinned. Kiana stretched, her tits lifting and flattening against her ribs. I loved watching a woman move. Nothing was sexier than a woman who knew how to use her body. Her natural curves on display and no shame in who she was. I knew it was the orgasms that allowed her to be free with herself, and with me, and it was beautiful.

  “Thank you,” she said with a wide grin.

  “For what?”

  “For this.” She gestured to her naked body, still on full display for me. “I needed that.”

  “Well, there’s more where that came from if you let me take you out to dinner again.”

  “Maybe next time you’ll pick a restaurant that’s actually open.”

  I laughed. “Uh huh. I’ll have to do a little more research.”

  Kiana stretched and sat up, looking up at me. “You coming back to bed?”

  I shook my head. “Nope. You need some sleep.”

  Her grin morphed into a confused look. “Excuse me?”

  “Sleep,” I said, sitting next to her. “We work tomorrow. You need some rest.”

  “I don’t think I’ll have any trouble going to sleep tonight,” she said with a grin and a yawn. “But you don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

  I shook my head. “I need to get home. Your brother will kick my ass if I don’t come home after our first date.”

  It was only part of the reason I needed to go home, but she didn’t need to know the rest.

  She chuckled. “He’ll probably kill you anyway.”

  I grinned and reached for my shorts, tugging my briefs back on with them. “True. I guess it’ll be better to get it over with tonight so you have the full day tomorrow to find a new photographer.”

  She laughed, but I could see she wasn’t happy. I wrapped my arms around her waist.

  “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry so much. He won’t kill me.”

  She shook her head, and I knew something else was bothering her.

  “Hey, what’s going on?”

  “Nothing,” she said. “We’re good. You’re right. We both need some sleep, and we don’t need to piss off my brother more than we already have.”

  Her words were right, but her tone was off. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I knew I was missing something.

  “Are you sure?”

  She nodded, giving me a smile. “Yeah, of course.”

  “I had fun tonight,” I said, leaning in for a kiss.

  She let me kiss her, my tongue sliding alongside hers in a way that made me want to strip her down and sink into her all over again.

  She pulled back, ducking her head away from me. I tilted her chin up, kissing her gently once more.

  “We’re going to do this again, right?”

  She nodded but didn’t say anything.

  Something tingled in my brain, but I still couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Kiana yawned and looked like she was ready to fall asleep on her feet.

  “I’ll head out,” I said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  She followed me to the door. “I guess we need to tell people about us.”

  “I don’t want to hide this, Kiana.”

  She smiled. “You’re right. We should tell everyone.”

  “Thank you.”

  I said goodbye and kissed her again. It was hard to leave, but I knew better. Ethan taught me a few things about women. And maintaining a relationship.

  Starting with listening to what she doesn’t say when she wants you to get out.

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nbsp; Kapena was sitting outside when I got home. He gave me a look I couldn’t read. With a sigh, I went to sit with him.

  “How’s my sister?”

  I nodded. “Good.”

  He was silent for a long minute, sipping his beer. He huffed. “This is fucking weird.”

  “Yeah.”

  “You know I’ll kill you if you hurt her.”

  “Noted.”

  “Good. Where’d you take her?”

  I laughed. “We ended up at Ben’s. I tried to go to Aloha Grill, but—”

  “They’re closed today.”

  I nodded. “Yep. I found that out when I pulled into the empty parking lot.”

  Kapena laughed at me. “Kiki loves Ben’s. She also likes Ohana Cafe, MJ’s, and Big Island Breakfast.” He paused. “I don’t ever want to hear about you taking my sister to breakfast.”

  I snorted. “Trust me. I won’t tell you.”

  “Shit,” Kapena muttered. “I don’t know about this. What do I even know about you?”

  “What did you know about Anthony?”

  “You’re not making me feel better.”

  “Okay, fine. What do you want to know?”

  He shrugged. “Are you going to fuck with my sister?”

  I shook my head. “Nope. I like her. I’m not saying I’m gonna have you walk her down the aisle to me anytime soon, but I like her. I want to see where things can go.”

  “Why did your last relationship end?”

  I sighed. I didn’t want to tell him everything, but I was the one who opened up the conversation. “I was involved with my boss. It was a bad idea from the start for a lot of reasons, but we gave it a shot. I saw her every few weeks, and it wasn’t enough to sustain a real relationship.”

  His eyebrows went up. “Your first real relationship ever is with my sister. And you’re how old?”

  I breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn’t going to push for more about Amanda. “I’m thirty-seven. And I dated girls in high school and college, a little since. My old job required a lot of travel, so I wasn’t in one place long enough to keep anything going. It’s been a while since I’ve been involved with anyone I wanted to see more than a few times.”

  “This was your first date,” he scoffed. “How do you know you want to keep seeing her?”

  I shrugged, keeping my face neutral. Kapena did not need to know all the things I did to and with his sister. Or how much I was looking forward to doing them all again. “I’m not ready to run yet.”

  “Yet? What about when you are?”

  I pulled in a breath. “I don’t know. All I can tell you is I wouldn’t be getting involved with her if I didn’t think she was different.”

  “Maybe you’re just horny,” Kapena growled. “Looking to screw my sister twice.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I’m not trying to screw her over.”

  Kapena gave me a look that said he knew I’d purposely omitted the other kind of screw. I couldn’t stop the laugh that burst out of me.

  “You didn’t want to hear about that. I know you don’t trust me. I get it. I wouldn’t either if she was one of my girl friends.”

  “Girlfriends? I thought you said you didn’t have girlfriends!”

  “No, I meant friends that are girls. Female friends.”

  “How many ‘female friends’ do you have?”

  “A lot. Which means I know how to treat a woman. I had a lot of women telling me the way they should be treated.”

  “Did you listen?”

  I laughed. “If I knew what was good for me.”

  Kapena huffed and grinned. “I think I like these women. Are any of them single?”

  I shook my head. “They’re all married, engaged, or on the verge.”

  “Damn. I could use a woman to keep my bed warm for a little while.”

  “What about Ada? You seem pretty protective of her.”

  Kapena rolled his eyes. “Please. She’s Kiki’s best friend.”

  “And?”

  “No,” Kapena said. “She’s not the kind of woman to take the edge off. She’s a forever type. You know what she does for a living.”

  I shrugged. “She’s an officiant. So?”

  “She marries people for a living. She’s the definition of commitment.”

  “But you like her, right?”

  “Not like that. She’s a good kid.”

  “Seriously? That’s it?”

  “What do you want me to say?” Kapena snapped. “That she’s hot as fuck and I want to bend her over my couch and have at her? No. That’s not the case. She’s the kind of woman who wants a man to cherish her. She’s going to wait for the man who can wine and dine her. I’m not her kind of guy.”

  “Maybe you are and she just doesn’t know it.”

  “Why are you pushing this? I told you there’s nothing there.”

  I shrugged. “I just thought there was something between you when I saw you two together. You had a pretty possessive look on your face.”

  “Yeah, because you’re not the kind of guy she needs either.”

  “I’m not interested in Ada, dude.”

  “You better not be. I think the only thing worse than you messing up my sister is messing up her and her friendship with Ada.”

  “Not gonna happen. One of these days, you’ll believe me.”

  “When you put a ring on my sister, I might.”

  For some reason, that idea appealed more than I expected it to. I wasn’t there. I wasn’t ready. But I wasn’t running either.

  Kapena and I talked a few more minutes, but it wasn’t long before we were both heading to bed. I fell asleep with Kiana on my mind. Those sounds she made, the way she moved, how wet she was when I slid into her… maybe that could be my new dream.

  Maybe she could be my new dream.

  Chapter Sixteen

  I got to work a little later than I planned on Tuesday, but I knew my schedule was as flexible as I wanted it to be. I spent most of the morning editing pictures at home, so by the time I headed in to Opposites Attract, it was almost time for lunch.

  I stopped by the Spam burger truck again and picked up food for both Kiana and I, then went straight to her office when I got there. She had her head down, studying a book when I walked in.

  “I brought you lunch. Are you hungry?”

  She nodded but didn’t lift her eyes. “Starving. Thanks.” She flashed me a smile I couldn’t read, then went back to her book. “I don’t have a lot of openings for the summer left. Did your brother have a date in mind?”

  I shook my head. “He didn’t really care. Tara works with school aged kids, so they definitely want summer. Middle of June through August would work.”

  She flipped pages as I unpacked the bag of food. I got to the bottom and realized we didn’t have any napkins.

  “Do you have phone numbers for either of them? I have a few dates that could work.”

  I dug my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it, then handed it over. “Tara and Noah are both in my contacts. I’m going to grab us some napkins.”

  I ran into Jack on my way back. “When did you get here?”

  “A few minutes ago. I brought Kiana lunch.”

  “And not me?”

  I laughed and shook my head. “I have a one track mind, and it’s definitely on her.”

  “Ooh, I sense a story. We need to get another beer.”

  “I don’t kiss and tell.”

  “Ah, so there was kissing involved. Always good to know.”

  I rolled my eyes. “You’re as dangerous to be around as Kiana.”

  Jack chuckled. “No, Kiki is a mouse compared to me. I always get the dirt I want. She just rolls over. Like right now. You brought her lunch, so I bet you don’t even know she’s mad at you.”

  “She’s mad at me?” I blurted. “No, she’s not. You’re just trying to stir shit up.”

  He shook his head. “Not at all. I like seeing her smile. She did a lot of it last week. Today, though, she’s sna
pped at me three times, she stayed in her office all morning, and she’s been staring at her computer all day. Kiki likes to be outside. I know you had a date last night, so I’m guessing it’s all related. Especially since it’s her birthday and she’s always in a good mood for her birthday.”

  Shit. How did I fuck it all up? I thought we had a good night. Hell, a great night. What did I do wrong?

  And why didn’t she tell me it was her birthday?

  “I see this is news to you,” Jack said carefully. “I don’t know what happened. I tried to ask, but she refused to talk about it. If you want another date, I highly recommend some damage control, and fast.”

  I nodded and rushed back to Kiana’s office. She was holding my phone, scrolling through my address book. “Hey,” I said.

  She dropped the phone. “Hi, um, hey. Sorry.” She flashed me a sheepish grin. “I shouldn’t have been looking through your phone.”

  I almost laughed. She was snooping. In my phone. And she was mad at me about something. The woman was a mystery.

  “Is there something in particular you were looking for?”

  Her gaze met mine for a second, before dropping to the phone back in her hands. “I wanted an explanation.”

  “For?”

  “Last night. For why you left?” she whispered, glancing at the door.

  I closed the door to her office, just in case anyone happened to walk by. I flipped the lock in place to make sure no one interrupted us.

  “Did you find anything?” I asked, leaning against the door.

  She shook her head.

  “What did you think you’d find?”

  She huffed. “I don’t know. Texts between you and ten other women. Phone calls. Something. A hook-up after you left me.”

  “You’re shitting me, right?”

  “Why not?” she challenged, standing up. “You couldn’t leave my house fast enough after we had sex. What am I supposed to think?”

  I crossed the room and rested my hands on her desk, leaning in close so she had no choice but to look at me. “You want to know what I did after I left your house last night? I went home. I talked to your brother about our date. He asked me a lot of pointed questions about our relationship. When I went to sleep, I had a dream about you that had me so turned on, it hurt by morning. When I jerked off, thinking about you.”