Hinekiri

by Shelley Munro

  “Yeah.” Hinekiri’s lips twitched as she attempted to control her amusement. “Maybe Richard has a little too much white going on for the strict fashion critic but we could fix that. How about a tattoo, something like mine?”

  “A native one,” Killer suggested. “Marryori to cover red skid marks.”

  “I have some grazes,” Richard corrected, holding on to his dignity for dear life. “And that would be Maori, but it won’t matter since I’m not letting anyone near my butt with a needle.”

  “I hold hand,” Killer yipped. “Bite on arm to distract.”

  “I’d kiss it all better,” Hinekiri purred. “That wouldn’t be a hardship.”

  Richard knew when he was being ganged up on and directed the conversation to practicalities—his specialty. “How are we going to get to the lodge from here? What about luggage? We’re going to look strange without any. And what about clothes for me? I am not parading around flashing my butt.” Dammit, the conversation had traveled a full circle.

  “I have other robes. Don’t worry, you won’t look out of place.” Hinekiri spoiled her reassurances with an evil grin that left Richard decidedly rattled. He never knew what was going to happen next—attacks from Torgon, talking animals, hot loving in anti-gravity rooms… Hell, the scope for embarrassment was immense. Richard inhaled, seeking calm. He had to admit, it was kind of fun despite feeling unbalanced and out of control almost eighty percent of the time.

  “I ready. All packed,” Killer yapped. She plonked her bottom on the floor and eyed them in clear expectation.

  “Do they do let dogs into the lodge?” Richard asked.

  “I’m not sure but we’ll get around it somehow. The wee dog has had a rough time. She deserves some fun.”

  “Still purple,” Killer grumbled. “Not fixed. How I attract dog friend when purple?”

  Richard ignored the complaint, frowning at the idea of a pack of talking dogs. He followed Hinekiri to her chamber, despite her protests that he knew which direction to go. The woman wanted to check out his arse again. He wasn’t comfortable with anyone ogling his naked butt.

  Ten minutes later, once Richard had exchanged robes, they assembled at the exit. Killer danced around their feet, yapping in a highly excited manner and generally getting in the way.

  “Richard, can you take the bags down? Killer, you go with Richard while I sort out the transport.” Hinekiri pushed a button and the door slid open. At a touch of another button, stairs extended into position.

  Richard picked up two soft bags, one of which was empty, since Hinekiri had suggested they purchase clothes for him at the lodge. He walked cautiously down the steps, glancing both left and right since he was aware they were in the middle of the African savannah with wild animals everywhere. Killer trotted at his heels, blissfully silent for once.

  Hinekiri followed not long after, carrying a sturdy black bag that appeared to be made of some sort of metal because it glinted in the sun. “Here’s the transport. Glad I purchased it now, although it was a strain on the budget. I use it all the time.”

  Right. The transport came in a suitcase. “You’re a witch. It’s a magic carpet.”

  “Oh no. Magic carpets are way too expensive. Most are in museums or private collections these days. Besides, they were never a big hit on Dalcon. Too unreliable, taking off before the driver was ready to depart.”

  Okay. He wasn’t going to say another word until he saw the transport. Common sense told him it would need to fit in on Earth so Hinekiri didn’t draw unwanted attention.

  “Oh boy!” Killer jumped about, barking in excitement. “A Maximus 2000. What color?”

  “Black and silver,” Hinekiri purred, stroking the suitcase with her left hand. She set it on the ground in front of Richard. “Stand back. You don’t want to get hurt. Killer! That means you too.”

  Hinekiri pulled a small gadget from the jeans she’d changed into and pushed a button. Richard stared, eager to see what would happen next despite the trepidation laying at the bottom of his gut. “Old dogs love new tricks,” he muttered.

  The case folded out like a flower and before Richard had time to blink, a silver-and-black three-wheeler motorbike stood in front of them. It had a tray piece out the back for luggage or shopping. At least he thought it was a motorbike. He approached warily in case the controls were faulty and it decided to pack up again. Instead, it erupted with a throaty roar.

  Richard started and clapped his hand to his heart until his pulse rate slowed to normal.

  Killer jumped on the small tray at the back and yipped impatiently, her tail wagging at least one hundred beats to the minute.

  “The luggage goes on the back.” Hinekiri reached for the bags.

  “I’ll do it.” Richard swung the two on the back beside Killer.

  “Oh.” Hinekiri’s mouth formed and O of surprise.

  Richard wondered if a man had ever helped her out before. To him, it was natural and plain good manners. “Is there some way to secure them?”

  Hinekiri recovered quickly to push another button. A Perspex-like barrier whined up from inside a piece of silver trim. She hooked a strap over the bags before walking around to the front and straddling the bike. “Hop on behind.”

  Gingerly, Richard lifted his robe to knee level and climbed on behind Hinekiri.

  “Hold on tight,” she called over the noise of the machine.

  Richard swallowed, wondering at the mischief in her voice. He grasped her shoulder.

  The bike took off with a roar and Richard grabbed Hinekiri around the waist to avoid a tumble. Once again, his heart thudded in a crazy surge of panic. He heard Killer’s high-pitched yip—the one he’d learned spoke of the dog’s amusement. As usual, it was at his expense.

  They roared along a dusty track with Hinekiri’s hair blowing wildly in his face. A plume of dust billowed out behind them and the roar of their engine startled any animals within ear range. A Cape buffalo jerked its head up and stomped its front feet in plain aggravation. Richard heard the alarmed calls of a herd of zebra and saw several jewel-colored birds lift off from the safety of an acacia tree.

  In the distance, the lodge was visible, but only because he knew where to look. The architects had done an excellent job of blending the buildings with nature, with low, sprawling dwellings made of gray stone.

  Killer barked and reached over to nip his butt. When Richard turned to tell her off, she jerked her head in the other direction. Warthogs! A grin sprang to his lips when he saw the pig-like animals running flat out, their tails sticking straight up in the air.

  Hinekiri turned left onto the main track. It was less bumpy but the dust was about the same. It clung to his sweaty skin in a thin film. Even though he was uncomfortable, Richard knew he wouldn’t miss this experience for the world. Too bad if he was constantly off balance and worried—hell, terrified at times—about what the next minute might bring. He hadn’t felt this alive for months, maybe years.

  Hinekiri roared through the gates of the lodge and pulled up outside reception in the parking area. She switched the engine off and blissful silence greeted his ears.

  Once inside the lodge, Richard saw the grounds were full of lush plantings. Bright flowers and emerald-green grass surrounded the main low-sprawling building and restaurant in stark contrast to the scrubby grass, bushes and dust of the savannah.

  “They must have a heap of gardeners and a hell of an irrigation system,” Richard said.

  “Let’s check-in.”

  Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, visible through the layer of dust on her face. Her violet eyes sparkled. “Killer, would you mind guarding the Maximus for me?”

  “Woof!”

  “Should we take the bags?” she asked.

  “Yeah.” Richard unhooked and swung them off the back of the three-wheeler.

  Killer remained, her eyes darting from side to side. “I keep safe.”

  Richard stood back to let Hinekiri go first and so he could appreciate the
view. Her hips swung from side to side, drawing a rapid reaction from Richard. His cock lengthened a fraction, enough that he averted his gaze and tried to dredge up anything that would reverse the Hinekiri effect. Wrong time. Later. The thought brought an even stronger reaction in his body. Richard cursed under his breath. Hell, his cock hadn’t acted this unruly since he was a randy teenager. His curse turned to an internal chuckle. Heck, perhaps he shouldn’t complain. Some men his age couldn’t get it up at all.

  A doorman dressed in a garment of Masai red opened the double doors with alacrity. He nodded respectfully when they entered, his colorful beaded necklace swinging against his dark skin.

  The gentle swish of ceiling fans circulated the air, making it fractionally cooler than it was outside. Tribal masks hung on the wall over to his right, their features fierce and gruesome. To his left, he glimpsed the restaurant, a shop selling clothing and another that sold souvenirs, books and chocolate. A display of spears and shields decorated the walls near the shops while outside there was a stunning display of black-and-white photos depicting animals.

  Richard hoped they were for sale. He’d love to take a couple home as a memento of his trip. His fellow board members would be envious and Richard regretted that he’d have to keep the highlights and memories to himself. Apart from Luke, he thought, brightening. He could tell Luke everything. Memories of hot sex slid stealthily into his mind. Make that almost everything. A man couldn’t share some things with his son.

  They stepped up to reception and lined up behind an English couple who had arrived before them.

  Alongside the reception desk, there was an area devoted to booking tours around the park, with suggestions of things to do. A large white board showed the animals spotted each day. Richard scanned the impressive list with growing excitement. Leopard. Cape Buffalo. Elephant. Wildebeest. Zebra. Lion. Warthog. Various birds.

  The English couple finished and Hinekiri and Richard stepped forward.

  Hinekiri smiled. “We have a booking under Hinekiri Haliburton-Oxnam.”

  “Welcome to Sunset Lodge,” the woman said in a rich, melodious voice. She perused an old-fashioned leather-bound book, running her forefinger down a list of names. “Ah yes. A private cabin. May I see a passport, please?”

  Hinekiri turned to him with wide eyes and a frown.

  “I have mine.” Richard stooped and undid the side pocket of one of the bags. “Here you go.” Haliburton-Oxnam? Wow, that was a mouthful—if it was real. He’d thought she’d said her name was Jones—probably not important in the sum of things, but it would be nice to know her real name.

  The woman opened it and glanced at his photo and name before lifting her head to study his face. She smiled. “You are from New Zealand.”

  “That’s right,” Richard said.

  “Do you know any All Blacks?” she asked, her expression one of fervent hope.

  “I’m afraid not.” Richard had watched New Zealand’s national rugby team play at Eden Park in Auckland on several occasions but didn’t know any of them in person.

  With a moue of disappointment, the woman handed him back his passport before producing a white card for them to complete. Hinekiri slid it across the wooden desk to him and the woman gave him a pen. “Breakfast is from five until ten. Lunch is from twelve to three and dinner starts at seven. You can organize tours at the desk. There is an information pack in your room and if you have any questions, please contact us at reception.”

  Once he’d filled out the card with details of name, address and passport number, the woman made a notation in the leather-bound book, filed the card and gestured at a waiting man. “Cabin eight, Jonah,” she said.

  Jonah rushed forward to pick up their bags. “This way, please.”

  Hinekiri hesitated. “What about Killer?” Her voice was low so the porter couldn’t overhear.

  “We’ll get her as soon as we know where our cabin is situated.”

  Hinekiri nodded and followed Jonah outside and along a cobblestone path. They walked for several minutes and stopped when they reached a cabin at the very end near the boundary fence.

  “You have a view of the waterhole.” Jonah opened the door to the cabin. “Is very beautiful.”

  He placed the bags down on a special luggage rack and took them on a quick, guided tour. Shades of brown with touches of cream, yellow and orange to brighten the earth tones decorated the interior. An oil painting of a herd of elephants hung on one wall.

  Richard noted a group of low, comfortable chairs in a semicircle with a view over the waterhole. No need for an entertainment center when nature provided such a spectacular view outside. The floor consisted of brown tiles with thick mats woven with the same vivid and colorful patterns Richard had seen on the shields displayed on the wall at reception. There was a small kitchenette area with a fridge, which would come in handy to store food for Killer, and tea and coffee-making facilities so he could make a cup of tea when he wanted one. The bedroom was huge with another set of double doors that opened onto a verandah. Cane outdoor furniture sat ready for use. Richard imagined sitting out there prior to sunset with a cool drink. James, one of Luke’s friends, had told him about the spectacular sunsets he’d seen in Africa. Now he’d be able to witness them himself.

  “Thank you,” Hinekiri said.

  Jonah stepped outside and shut the door behind him, leaving Hinekiri and Richard alone.

  Hinekiri sighed in happiness. “It’s beautiful.” She studied the shimmering waters of the waterhole. An elephant stood knee-deep in water, happily splashing while another rolled in the mud at the edge. Half a dozen wildebeest stood at the water’s edge, nervously drinking and alert for danger. “We get a private game drive as part of the package. Hopefully the driver won’t mind taking Killer along.” She grinned a toothy grin. “I’m sure I can persuade him.”

  “I’m sure you can. I’ll go and get Killer.”

  “Good. I’m going to have a water shower to wash off the travel dust. There’s nothing more sensual than water running over bare skin.”

  “Yes.” Richard gazed at her mouth as though he wanted to kiss her again.

  “Hurry back and join me. I think an afternoon siesta might be in order.”

  “Good…” Richard paused to clear his throat. “Good idea.”

  Hinekiri chuckled when he departed rapidly, the door clicking shut after him. She hummed a few bars of a song she’d heard on the radio while in New Zealand as she sauntered into the bathroom. A large, tiled shower filled the corner of the room. A gleaming white pedestal hand basin stood against another wall along with a cabinet and shelves for them to unpack their toiletries. Hinekiri made a note to hit the store at reception. Richard would need toiletries and clothes since they’d left his bag behind.

  Hinekiri opened the gleaming glass door of the shower and flicked on the water. She stripped off her jeans and cotton shirt with relief, letting them fall in a heap on the floor. Hinekiri stepped inside the tiled cubicle and let the cool water pour over her head. It ran over her hair, her breasts and shoulders, feeling like luxurious silk flowing over her body. Closing her eyes, she lifted her face to the water.

  A faint bark made her smile. Richard and Killer were here. She opened her eyes and watched Richard enter the bathroom. He hesitated before lifting his robe from the hem. A visual feast of muscular thighs, a semi-erect penis, slim hips and a broad chest greeted her when he lifted the plain black robe over his head. He’d protested about the lack of underwear but she’d told him about visible boxer line and tighty whitie bulges—unattractive and not cool.

  She smirked as he strode across the tiled bathroom floor to the shower cubicle. Richard Morgan rocked in his natural state and she intended to keep him this way for as long as possible. The male had come in handy at reception, producing his passport when she’d decided to make up a story. He’d even carried the bags. Hinekiri wasn’t used to that sort of consideration and she found it very seductive.

  “Hello, sailor. What t
ook you so long?”

  “I’m here now.” Richard shut the cubicle door and drew her back against his chest, letting the water pound down on both of them. He made Hinekiri feel safe. Treasured. Happy. By the goddess—very happy.

  Hinekiri turned in his arms and pressed against his body, wanting to purr like a tigoth cub. Her breasts flattened with exquisite friction while the press of his cock brought a surge of arousal to her sensitized body. Standing on tiptoe, she nibbled his bottom lip, soothing the sting she inflicted with a sensual lick. His hands tightened on her shoulders when she took the kiss deeper into carnal territory. The male hummed deep in his throat.

  “Enjoy that, do you, sailor?”

  “I do.” He reached for a bar of fragrant soap and ran it across her shoulders, pushing her hair aside before spreading suds over her breasts.

  Hinekiri stared up at his brown eyes. They contained seriousness and maybe a hint of longing. Or was that her imagination? What she wanted to see? She was no good at this emotional stuff. Richard tugged at something deep inside. He made her want to try even harder to please him. Heck, she wanted to keep him for good. Silly really, since that was impossible. She had commitments elsewhere.

  Richard’s fingers strummed over her nipples sending a “hello, how’d ya do” to her womanly parts. He tugged lightly, intensifying the aching between her legs. With hardly any preliminaries, she wanted him with a savage need she’d never experienced before. Hinekiri stood on tiptoe and kissed him hard, letting him know of her hunger. Her womb fluttered when his mouth brushed her ear. His teeth sank into her lobe, the jolt of pain sending an answering shard of sultry promise through her veins.

  “Richard, I need you,” she whispered. Normally she would have taken the lead and shown him what she wanted but something, an instinct, told her to wait. Her friendship with Richard was different…

  “I need you too,” he answered, seconds before he took possession of her mouth. The sleek thrust of his tongue past her lips brought a surge of liquid longing. They mated with their mouths for a long time, stoking the fires of passion higher inside Hinekiri with nibbles and licks that were highly suggestive of the sexual act. Finally, when frustration had her toes curling, he said, “Put your hands on my shoulders and hold on tight.”