Hawaiian Winter Heat: An Erotic Romance

by Nanea Knott

  “I never stopped loving you.”

  “And Anna?”

  “I love her too.”

  “Can you love both of us at the same time?” Keoni asked pounding harder.

  “I already do.” Christopher admitted. Keoni slid in once more and reached around to stroke Christopher’s cock. Christopher shouted and cum ended up on the mirror in front of him. Keoni’s cock jerked inside him and Keoni quickly stepped back pulling out. Christopher could feel warmth on his back. Keoni wrapped his arms around Christopher and held him tightly. Christopher clung to Keoni’s arms and tried not to cry.

  16

  Anna parked at the mall thinking she was crazy. The traffic getting to the mall was insane and when she found a parking space, it was at the end of the top floor of the parking structure. The mall was packed. She jogged across the parking lot in the rain. She went down the stairs instead of taking the elevator and walked down the mall admiring all the Christmas themed window displays.

  She was looking forward to spending time with Christopher and Keoni. She told them she wanted them to do things together. They told her the only thing they would be doing on vacation was staying home, preferably in bed.

  Keoni was amazing both in and out of bed. Christopher never seemed so happy. She was hoping the two of them would patch things up and maybe even become lovers again. It was what Christopher wanted. She was certain Keoni wanted the same, he just wasn’t ready yet. The thought of her men being together didn’t bother her, in fact, she hoped for it. She wanted to see the two of them enjoying each other. It would be hot watching them fuck.

  She cleared her mind of thoughts of them. She didn’t want to walk around with wet panties. She came here for a reason, once she was done, she would go home and enjoy some quality time with her men. She would be happy to do whatever they wanted. If they wanted to talk, she was fine with it. If they wanted to strip her naked and have their way with her, she was okay with that too.

  Her plan was to shop at a jewelry store. The last time she walked by, she saw a couple of rings she thought were beautiful. She considered getting a “his-and-her” set a few months ago, but she discarded the idea when Christopher started acting like an ass.

  She walked into the store and looked for the rings she had seen in the window. She was excited. The rings were in stock. She bought three of them in sterling silver. She had to guess at the sizes, but she figured she could get them sized later if they didn’t fit right. The rings for the men were shiny solid silver, and the one she bought for herself had a pretty scroll pattern engraved on it. She had all three rings inscribed with the words “My heart is full.” She wished she could have gotten custom rings, but there wasn’t time. For now, she wanted them to have a representation of the love she felt for them.

  She browsed in the store while she waited for the rings to be done and gift wrapped. She considered wearing her ring now, but decided to wear it at the same time they wore theirs. She tucked the rings in her purse determined to find a good place to hide them when she got home.

  She left the store feeling good. She walked around the mall for a few more minutes even though she was anxious to get home. She was admiring the festive holiday displays. This was a great time to be in Hawaii. She missed seeing the snow, but not dealing with it. She was also glad she would be sharing this special time of year with two people she was coming to love with all her heart.

  She couldn’t wait anymore. She wanted to go home. She walked back to her car intent on getting home as soon as possible. The rain stopped and she saw several people taking packages to their cars. She got to her car and unlocked the door. She tossed her purse over onto the passenger’s side and put one foot in while reaching for the inside door handle. While she was reaching for the door, someone was reaching for her.

  She was roughly grabbed from behind. She started to scream, but a man hit her as soon as she opened her mouth. She fell against the car and her nose started bleeding. She was yanked backwards and a sock was shoved in her mouth. It was so far back she nearly threw up. She thought about fighting, but realized there were two of them. They tied her hands behind her back with rope. One of them walked away and the other one slung her over his shoulder like a sack of rice and walked her to a nearby car with the engine running. The trunk popped open. The man deposited her in it, and closed the lid. She could hear the man get in the car and they drove away.

  From the way the car was turning, they were going down through the parking structure. She knew when they were finally on a surface street, but she couldn’t tell which way they were going. After a few minutes of stop and go traffic she pulled her legs up and started kicking the trunk hoping a nearby car would hear her and call the cops. The idea was short lived. One side of the split back seat opened letting some light in then she was punched in the side with a meaty fist.

  “Knock that shit off.” He shouted. Her eyes watered from the pain. She was sure there would be a bruise later. She lay quietly and he closed the seat back up and left her again in darkness until the car stopped. She estimated they had driven for at least forty-five minutes. From where she had been, if the traffic was light, she could be anywhere on the island by now.

  The car was turned off and the men got out. She wanted to fight, but she had to get out of the trunk first. She was also cramped and her arms were asleep. The lid opened and she blinked in the bright light. One of the men leaned over and said, “I’m going to lift you out so you can walk on your own, if you do anything stupid, I will drop you on your head. Do you understand?” Anna nodded and the man wrapped his arms under her, scooped her out of the trunk, and stood her on her feet. He grabbed her arm to turn her around, pulled off the rope around her wrists, and yanked out the sock. He threw the rope and the sock in the trunk and slammed it shut. Anna worked her jaw and rubbed her arms to make the pins and needles go away.

  She discarded the idea of taking off running. The man who carried her was fat. She could have easily out run him, but the other man who was watching her closely was muscular with tattoos, and fit. No doubt he would run her down and hurt her for making him chase her. She looked around and realized she was in a parking garage under an apartment building. The two men took her arms and lead her to a stairwell. They walked her up a flight of stairs and along an open walkway. She kept glancing around for clues as to where she might be. She turned towards the sound of the street and she could see the ocean. She knew she was near Waimanalo, she could see Rabbit Island.

  She hoped someone would notice them. She prayed someone would come out of their apartment and see them. Unfortunately, there was no one.

  The men walked her past three doorways, stopping in front of a fourth. One of the men knocked on the door. The door opened and Anna was more afraid than she had ever been in her life.

  “Anna, how nice to see you again,” Zachary beamed.

  17

  Both Christopher and Keoni took a shower. They didn’t want to be smelling of sweat and sex when Anna got home. Christopher was cooking the rice and making macaroni salad to go with their steaks. Keoni fired up the charcoal. He had done all he could do for the moment and came back inside to watch Christopher. He loved his broad shoulders, lean, muscular arms, and strong back gracefully curving down to his round beefy ass. He loved having Christopher’s legs woven between his while they were in bed. His was rough and Anna was smooth. Keoni felt blessed. He really had the best of everything with two lovers.

  He looked at the clock and frowned wondering where Anna was. She said she was only going to be gone a couple of hours. That was nearly three hours ago.

  “Where is our woman?” Keoni asked. Christopher shrugged adding shredded carrots to the salad.

  “Why don’t you call her and tell her to get her pretty ass home?” Christopher suggested.

  “I will do that.” Keoni went looking for his phone in the bedroom where he left it when the house phone rang. Christopher yelled at him to answer it.

  �
�Hello?”

  “Can I speak to Christopher Whitley please?” Keoni got a bad feeling.

  “This is he.”

  “Mr. Whitley, this is Detective Kala with The Honolulu Police Department. Do you know a woman by the name of Anna Simon?”

  “Yes did something happen?”

  “What is your relationship with Ms. Simon?”

  “She’s my girlfriend, we live together. Is she all right?”

  “Mr. Whitley I need to meet with you right away.” Keoni felt his knees start shaking and he sat down hard on the couch.

  “Can you tell me what this is about?” Keoni asked trying to hide the quiver in his voice. His throat felt tight.

  “We believe she might have been abducted. We found her car with her purse in it. We found your name on some of her cards as being her emergency contact.” After confirming where to meet the detective, Keoni hung up and stared at the wall. He was stunned, angry, and terrified. Christopher came in the room wiping his hands on a towel.

  “Who was that?”

  “The police, they think Anna was abducted.”

  “What!” Christopher hoped this was just a bad joke. He could see from Keoni’s face it wasn’t. Keoni could see Christopher was about to lose it. Keoni wanted to do the same, but Anna needed them to keep it together. There would be time to freak out later. Keoni took charge.

  “We have to meet him at the shopping center now. Lock up the house. I’ll pour water on the grill. Find a good recent picture of Anna in case they need it.” Christopher was standing there staring at him, trembling. Keoni wrapped his arms around Christopher and held him.

  “Now is not the time. We have to find out what the police know. Go, do what I said.” Keoni commanded. Keoni was trying to be strong, but he wanted to scream, cry, or kill something. If anything happened to Anna, he didn’t know what he would do.

  Christopher was numb. He recognized it as the same feeling he had right after he left Keoni. He emotionally shut down in order to function. If he allowed himself to think of what could be happening to Anna right now, he would go insane. He did what Keoni told him to do then let Keoni put him in the passenger’s seat of his truck. Keoni drove to the shopping center and they walked to the meeting point which was near the performance stage on the lower lever at the shopping center. There was a group of police officers and Keoni walked up to one that was not dressed in uniform.

  “Hi we’re looking for Detective Kala.”

  “You found him. Are you Mr. Whitley?”

  “No,” Keoni said gesturing at Christopher. “I’m a close friend.”

  “What is your name?” The detective asked.

  “Keoni Makana.”

  “I think my nephew works for you, Alan Carvalho.”

  “Yes, he’s good.”

  “Who cares about that, where is Anna?” Christopher grumbled. The detective frowned.

  “Sorry, Mr. Whitley is anxious. Can you tell us what happened?” Keoni smiled pleasantly trying to still his breath. His heart was about to pound its way out of his chest.

  “I need you to tell me when was the last time either of you saw Ms. Simon.” Detective Kala inquired. Keoni spoke up after Christopher only looked around as if hoping to see Anna in the crowds walking by.

  “All three of us were at a Christmas program at the Waterfall Academy earlier today. It was over at 2:30. We all left the school at 3:00. Anna said she was going to go shopping for a couple of hours. Christopher and I went back to their house to cook dinner. We noticed it was nearly 6:00, and she wasn’t home yet. We were about to call her to find out where she was when we got your call.”

  “Ok, that makes sense. She came here straight from the school. The jewelry store security tapes show her walking in at 3:45 and leaving at approximately 4:15. The witness started yelling at 4:30. He was going on for about twenty minutes then he really got obnoxious. They called us to take him away. We arrived at 5:10 and he took us to her car. There was a little bit of blood near the doorframe of the driver’s side. Our techs are checking to see if whose it is. Our witness isn’t the most reliable, but he’s all we have right now, no one else has come forward. I’m giving him some time to calm down. He was pretty riled up when we arrived. I’m going to walk him through it again in a minute.” Christopher listened to all of this and felt a knife go through his heart. Keoni put his emotions aside and did his best to keep thinking.

  “Where is the man?” Keoni asked.

  “He’s over there, poor thing, he’s pretty shaken up.” The detective answered. Keoni walked away and went over to speak to the man. He looked to be in his 50’s and of Polynesian decent. His dark skinned face was creased and weathered from being outdoors all the time. His clothes were mismatched and dirty. He wore shoes with no socks. His dark hair was plastered to his head and he was in dire need of a shower. Keoni spoke gently to him.

  “Uncle, did you see what happened to the haole lady? Do you know what happened to Anna?” Christopher came up behind Keoni wondering if he would get the older man to talk. He was amazed that Keoni called the man he didn’t know, uncle, but that was Hawaii for you. Everyone was family in a way and Keoni was raised to show respect to his elders.

  “Is that her name?” The man replied. Keoni was trying not to gag from the smell of the man, but this was too important to worry about his sensibilities.

  “The haole lady they took, her name is Anna.” Keoni told him.

  “Oh yeah, yeah, pretty girl, dark hair. They grabbed her from behind. She started to fight, but then one of the guys hit her, poor thing. They put her in the trunk of a car and took off.”

  “What color was the car?” Keoni asked.

  “It was black with shiny silver rims.” The man replied. Christopher scoffed behind Keoni.

  “Do you have any idea how many cars fit that description?” Keoni ignored him.

  “Do you remember anything else?” Keoni prompted.

  “The car had a bumper sticker with a waterfall on it.” The man mumbled.

  “Waterfall Academy?” Christopher piped up.

  “I don’t know.”

  “If you saw it again, do you think you would recognize it?” Keoni asked.

  “Maybe,” The man said. Christopher got out his phone and found a picture of the back of Anna’s car. A couple of weeks after they moved, Anna got rear ended. Christopher took some pictures for insurance and those pictures included her back bumper.

  “Is this what you saw?” Christopher said showing him the picture.

  “Yeah that was it.”

  “Are you sure?” Keoni asked.

  “Yeah, yeah, I remember the picture. I couldn’t see the words, but I could see the picture. They drove out of here fast.”

  “Thank you.” Keoni said handing the man two twenty dollar bills. Keoni walked over to the detective and asked if there was anything else. They were told they were free to go for now, but to leave their contact information in case there were more questions. Keoni thanked the officers and ushered Christopher back towards the car. Christopher was confused.

  “Why are we leaving? Shouldn’t we tell them what we found out?”

  “We are leaving because we found out someone associated with the school has something to do with her being taken. If we tell him and then do something from what we learned, we could be arrested for interfering with a police investigation.”

  “What? I still don’t understand.” Christopher complained.

  “Focus babe! The Waterfall Academy is a small school. How many black cars with shiny silver rims are likely to have that particular bumper sticker? Only parents do things like that. Who do you know that brings their kids to school in a shiny black car?”

  “I don’t know.” Christopher couldn’t believe Keoni was behaving this way.

  “You watch too many cop shows.” Christopher said.

  “Maybe so, but if you want to just sit and cry, I will take you home, and hand you a box of tissue
s. The woman I love has been taken. I will do whatever it takes to find her.” On the way back to the car, Keoni pulled out his cell phone and called one of his cousins. He was putting out the word to everyone he knew to watch for Anna. After listening to Keoni talk to his cousin, Christopher got an idea.

  “We could check student records for the cars on file. There are certain days we don’t let anyone into the school parking lot unless they have a parking sticker. If they have a parking sticker, they might have a bumper sticker too.” Christopher said.

  “Sounds good, but how are we going to do that?”

  “I’m a teacher. I have access to student records.”

  “Yes, but not for personal reasons,” Keoni said.

  “Do you want to find her or not? I can always say I’m doing an audit. We do it all the time to make sure their information is current.”

  “You’re doing an audit, now, when the entire school is on vacation?”

  “All we’re looking for is a direction. If it turns up nothing then so be it, but if it helps us find her, why not? I’m willing to risk getting fired for her.” Christopher huffed.

  “Ok, let’s go.”

  18

  Anna was ushered into the apartment. There were no decorations on the walls. All the furniture looked like it was second hand and all in 70’s shades of brown, orange, and yellow. If she had to guess the appliances in the kitchen would be avocado green. Anna focused on Zachary when he spoke.

  “Why is she bleeding?” Zachary’s tone was irate.

  “She was going to scream.” The fat one who carried her answered flatly. “I hit her to shut her up.” Zachary walked over and punched the man in the face yelling, “I told you not to hurt her!” Zachary then turned to Anna and gestured for her to sit on the old brown couch.

  “I apologize for the rough treatment Anna, let’s get you cleaned up and we can talk.” He was acting so civilized, she wasn’t sure what she just saw him do had actually occurred. He commanded the tattooed man to get a damp towel for her. He came back with it and handed it to Zachary who presented it to Anna. He smiled and encouraged her to take it.