Beach Happens (Hawaii Heat, #2)

by Jamie K. Schmidt

  "There wasn't much to hide," Michaela admitted.

  When Joely and the boys came to her door to tell her that the jig was up, they scrambled to wipe down the shower and take every bit of evidence out of the room. She was just surprised no one broke anything climbing down from the lanai.

  Loud knocking had all of them looking at each other. Joely shoved them all in the bedroom before she answered the door. All of them pressed against the bedroom door to listen.

  "Where is she?" Holt said, storming inside.

  "I don't know who..." Joely began.

  "Stop the bullshit. I'm risking my job, here. The least you can do is be honest with me."

  Joely crossed her arms and stuck out her chin at him. "You have no right to barge in here and accuse me...again."

  There was a moment of charged silence. Kai whispered in Michaela's ear. "Joely holds a grudge. Holt broke up a prostitution ring a few years ago. Turned out it was her boss running it, but Joely got called in for questioning."

  "Marcus gave me power to fire anyone who is aiding panhandlers and squatters."

  "No one on staff is doing that."

  "I can help you if you let me. Marcus wants to talk to Michaela. Do you know where she is?"

  "What makes you think Michaela wants to talk to him?"

  "She was having dinner with him tonight."

  "Dinner's over," Joely said.

  "He's worried about her," Holt said in a lower voice.

  "If I see her, I'll let her know." Joely said. "Thanks for the drinks tonight."

  "Yeah," he said. "Whatever."

  When the door closed, they all piled out of the bedroom.

  "I'd better go see what Marcus wants," Michaela said.

  "You don't have to. You can stay here tonight." Joely rubbed her arms and looked at the door sadly.

  "No. I stormed out on him. I'll make it right. No one is going to get fired because of me."

  "Let me go make sure Holt isn't lurking around. I'll call you guys with the all clear," Hani said, and then slipped outside.

  "This is all Tetsuo's fault. He still has a spy around here." Makoa smacked his fist into his palm.

  "It was one thing when we knew his nephew, Mike, was the snitch. We could feed him whatever bullshit we felt like," Kai said.

  “Where’s Mike now?” Michaela asked.

  “He took a job on the Big Island a few months ago.” Joely at down on her couch and propped up her chin on her fist. "I wonder who Tetsuo’s spy is? We haven't hired anyone new in awhile."

  Michaela stared at the door. "Holt is his nephew too."

  "What?" Joely gasped.

  "This resort used to be owned by Holt's father. He and his brother, Mike grew up here."

  "I never knew that," she said. "Did you guys know that?"

  Kai shook his head.

  "For the right money anyone can be bought," Makoa said.

  "Not Holt," Joely scoffed.

  Makoa looked at his phone. "Hani says you’re good to go."

  "Thanks," she said. "See you tomorrow. I hope."

  Her feet still were killing her. She didn't want Marcus wondering where she’d changed, though. When she got into the elevator, she rotated her ankle while she waited to get to the top floor.

  Stepping out into the hallway, she glared at the left door. She'd tell him to leave her friends alone and then leave. Then she would grab her luggage from the Kaimana Resort and catch a cab to the airport. Her boss was right. She had no business being in Maui when she had work to do back home.

  Michaela squared her shoulders and knocked. The door flung open and Marcus stood there, glowering at her. He had ditched his jacket and shirt. His chest and arms were a delicious distraction.

  Nope. She was going to be strong.

  "I heard you were looking for me," she said with her arms crossed.

  He yanked her inside and when she stumbled, he took her into his arms and kissed her. She stiffened. Who the hell did he think he was? Then, she was kissing him back. It was angry and fierce. Her nails dug into his shoulders. He had one hand on her ass and the other on the back of her head. Marcus ravaged her mouth with his tongue and teeth.

  "Okole puka, close your damn door."

  Marcus lifted his head to glare at his brother. Michaela had a dazed moment to see Samuel and Amelia in the hallway before Marcus kicked the door closed.

  "Where were we?" he growled.

  "That's a good question," she said, pushing out of his arms.

  He let her go, but he stalked her like a jungle cat when she walked toward the window which took up the entire wall facing the ocean.

  "Do you have something to say to me?" she asked.

  "I want to fuck you."

  His words sent a shiver down her spine. The look in his eyes was almost enough to throw herself back into his arms. "I'm mad at you," Michaela said, more to remind herself.

  "I deserve it. You threw me for a loop. I was an asshole." He cupped her face in his hand. "Forgive me?"

  "Not about that." She couldn't resist nuzzling his palm. It felt so good to be touched. "You're having Holt terrorize your staff trying to find me."

  "Where are you staying?" Marcus said.

  "It doesn't matter," she said. "I'm leaving tonight."

  "Leaving the resort?"

  "Leaving Maui."

  "Why?" he asked.

  "It was a stupid idea. I'm all alone, and I've got things to do back home."

  "What kind of things?"

  Michaela smirked. Might as well get it all out in the open. "I'm an attorney trying to fast track to partner."

  Marcus looked like he was thinking about it. Then he shrugged. "Still want to fuck you."

  She covered her hand with her mouth. She didn't want to laugh.

  "One question," he said. "Are you going back because of your asshole ex?"

  "Fuck no."

  "Problem solved." Marcus advanced on her until she was pressed back into the window.

  “Wait, what about your head?” She looked at the wound, it looked dramatically better.

  “The doctor cleared me for full activities. So you’re staying here tonight. All night.”

  "Just for tonight," she corrected. "And on one condition." She put a hand on his chest to stop him from kissing her again.

  "Name it."

  "No one gets fired."

  "Deal. Except for that to happen, you're going to have to stay in Maui with me, here or on the boat."

  She shook her head. "Tonight only."

  "Wahine, I don't think one night is going to be enough. And I can't have you squatting in my hotel."

  "There are other hotels."

  He scowled at her. "I want you here where I can keep an eye on you."

  She shrugged. "Maybe I'll get a room."

  "We're at capacity."

  "Oh well." She shrugged.

  "Don't be difficult."

  "One night, take it or leave it," she said.

  "One night, with the option for an extension."

  Was she going to do this? She'd regret it she didn't. "Deal," she said, taking a deep breath.

  "Take off that dress," he growled.

  "First the shoes." Michaela kicked them off. "Ah, I've been dying to do that all night."

  "Dress, now. Or I'll rip it off you."

  Slipping the straps off her arms, she shimmied, and it fell into a silky pool at her feet. His sudden intake of breath made her glad she sprung for the red lace bra and matching panties.

  "Your turn," she said.

  He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them to his ankles, stepping out of them. His boxer briefs molded to his tight ass and did nothing to hide his hard cock.

  She stepped in close and kissed him this time. His lips were as soft as his body was hard. Her heart hammered with the forbidden thrill of what she was doing. She was going to sleep with a man she’d just met a week ago for a no holds barred fling. She could be as kinky as she wanted. She could let go. She could ask for what she w
anted and demand that she get it.

  Swaying her hips against him, Michaela clutched his shoulders for support while their tongues tangled together. Marcus moaned in her mouth, as he slipped his hand down the back of her panties to cup her ass.

  His thick erection pressed into her belly. Wiggling against it, she wanted more of it and him. Marcus was breathing heavily when he lifted his mouth from hers.

  "Want you so much. You're so beautiful." He kissed down to neck, nipping her ear.

  She reached inside his underwear and gripped his cock. He sucked hard on her neck and her knees went weak.

  "Marcus," she whispered.

  Unhooking her bra, he captured her breasts in his hands and bent his head to lick circles over her nipples. Michaela rubbed him faster.

  "Fucking going to come in your hand, if you keep doing that." He rolled her nipples between his fingers, tugging them. "You want me to come, baby?"

  "Yeah," she whispered. She liked the power of having him trembling and tense so close to her.

  "Get on your knees then."

  Michaela sank down on the plush, white carpet, sliding his underwear down as she did. His cock was long and luscious. She licked up the shaft before taking him in her mouth.

  Groaning, he pushed her head deeper and held her there. "That's it," he said.

  Michaela trailed her fingernails up his thighs and stroked his balls.

  "Michaela," he whispered, releasing his hold and she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. "I'm going to come down your throat, and then I'm going to eat your pussy until I'm hard again and you're screaming my name. Then, I'm going to fuck you in every position my depraved mind can think of."

  She loved his dirty talk and sucked hard on him. His hips bucked and he gritted his teeth.

  "Fuck, your mouth is so sweet." He held her head with both hands and pumped into her mouth. "Can't wait to feel your pussy around my cock." He gave a guttural shout of pleasure when he coated her throat. Swallowing quickly, she bobbed her head up and down him some more until his hands fell to his sides.

  "Holy shit," he said and scooped her up into his arms. He carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on a big king bed. Marcus rested on his side and kissed her, while he fondled her breast.

  "That was amazing," he said and moved down her body, kissing every curve and valley in her body.

  Marcus licked around her belly button and along the lace edges of her panties. Spreading her legs wide, Michaela raised her hips. He pulled her underwear off and kissed her ankle. Caressing up her leg, he slowly kissed his way up it. Then kissed down the other leg to her ankle.

  Michaela nearly screamed in frustration. He chuckled, the bastard.

  "Something you wanted?"

  "Please, lick me." Michaela wasn't above begging.

  "My pleasure," Marcus said, and then he stopped fucking around. The minute his tongue entered her, she moaned and didn't stop as he tortured her clit with fast licks and then slow circles. She clutched the back of his head with both hands and fucked his face with wild thrusts. Michaela dimly thought she should be embarrassed by how she was using him to get off. But then her orgasm hit with the power of a freight train, and she couldn't do anything but feel the insane burn of pleasure as her legs jiggled out of control.

  "You taste fantastic," he murmured and moved to the bedside table. He slipped on a condom and then climbed back onto the bed, kneeling between her legs.

  He tickled a finger inside her. "So wet for me."

  She writhed under him. Marcus's smile was full of dirty promise, and his eyes were already fucking her.

  “I’ve been waiting for this all week.”

  Then he pulled her legs so she slid closer, ramming his cock to the hilt inside her. Michaela shrieked and wrapped her legs around him. Kissing her again, he took her cries of pleasure into his mouth as he pounded into her with a driving force that caused the head board to batter against the wall.

  Michaela met him thrust for thrust until she was shaking again. He pinned her arms over her head as he fucked her hard and fast. Clamping down hard on his cock, her pussy spasmed as she came again. He wasn't far behind—a few more delicious long thrusts and his entire body clenched. Marcus roared as his orgasm shook over him.

  She stroked all over his body. "Wow," she breathed.

  Pulling out, he collapsed next to her. Tugging off the condom, he rooted around the drawer for another one. "Hold this," he said and lay on his side next to her.

  "What do you want me to do with this?" she asked.

  "The minute I'm hard again, put it on me and get on your hands and knees." He kissed her hard on the mouth.

  Marcus stroked her clit until she was sighing as jolts of sensations travelled down her legs. His talented mouth was busy on her nipples, tugging gently with his teeth and sucking on them. She was whimpering with need when she felt his cock hard on her hip.

  "That's it," he sighed when she rolled the condom down his shaft. "Roll over."

  Michaela liked his growly orders. She looked over her shoulder at him, wiggling her butt at him.

  "Hang on," he warned and slammed into her from behind.

  She went wild again. His hands were forceful on her hips. Marcus fucked hard, and it was just what she needed. Her breasts swayed fast and her nipples dragged on the sheet as he took her with a frenzy that she knew she'd feel well into tomorrow.

  "God, yes," she said. His balls were hitting her clit with each thrust. She screamed into the pillow as the orgasm washed over her. Marcus pulled her hair at the base of her neck. She lifted her head.

  "Scream again," he growled.

  "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Michaela shrieked the last word. Her body accepted everything he was giving her and begged for more. It was one continuous orgasm peaking over and over again.

  Marcus grunted and fell on top of her. Kissing her shoulder, he rolled to the side and tossed the condom in the trash can with the first one.

  She was boneless when he pulled her on top of him. The cool breeze from the ceiling fan dried the sweat on their bodies as he stroked her hair.

  “You staying the rest of the week, wahine? Or do I have to do more convincing?”

  “Both,” Michaela murmured.

  “What? No conditions this time.” He yawned.

  “Yeah, I got one. No business meetings. You’re on vacation too.”

  He smirked. “I’ll shove my work off on Samuel. That ought to go over well.”

  Michaela cuddled close to him, happier than she had been in a long time.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Michaela woke up in Marcus’ arms, smiling and satisfied. They made love two more times last night, and she didn’t think she would be able to move today without still feeling him inside her.

  “I’m going to take a shower,” she said, and kissed his cheek. The stubble made him look like a sexy pirate.

  Marcus made a contented noise, but didn’t open his eyes. Michaela made a face at her fancy shoes as she walked by. She’d have to do the walk of shame to Joely’s place to pick up her comfortable sandals and the sundress she was wearing yesterday. By check out time, she would have an official room at the Palekaiko Beach Resort, so Michaela was eager to get her things out of Tetsuo’s hotel.

  She stepped into Marcus’ big shower and let the hot spray ease her sore muscles. As she was rinsing conditioner out of her hair, the shower door opened and a big, male body pressed up against her.

  “Hi handsome,” she said, turning into his arms for a good morning kiss.

  “I forgot. I’ve got an inspection this morning from the housing department. It’s all bullshit, but I need to be there. Can our vacation start this afternoon?”

  Marcus soaped up her back with long, deep strokes. She reciprocated, loving the feel of his muscles.

  “Yeah, that works for me. I’ve got to do something this morning too. How about we have a picnic on your sailboat? I was hoping to get a tour of Molokini and Lanai.”

  “I think that can
be arranged.” Marcus turned her so his erection slid between her ass cheeks.

  Pouring soap down her chest, he massaged it in over her breasts. The slip slide of his hands over her nipples made her want more. Reaching around with her own sudsy hands, she stroked him.

  He sucked the water off her neck, then bent her over so her palms were flat on the tile.

  Easing between her thighs, he entered her inch by inch. Michaela moaned, feeling the familiar fullness. Instinctively, she gripped him. Marcus moved with slow, deliberate strokes. The shower spray rained down on her back as he gently made love to her.

  Soon, she was gasping his name as pleasure danced along her spine. This orgasm was soft and drugged her with endorphins. Picking up the pace to match her demanding hips, he pulled her tightly against him.

  “Yes,” he gritted out, thrusting deep one final time before he came.

  Straightening up, Michaela turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m glad the doctor cleared you for regular activity. When can you do strenuous?” She grinned before she kissed him.

  “After lunch.”

  

  Michaela dozed in the taxi on the way to Wailea. Marcus had to skip breakfast to get to his meeting, but she grabbed a coffee and a muffin while she waited for the cab to pick her up.

  The Kaimana Beach Resort was truly a diamond, but like the ring Gerald bought her, it felt cursed and the source of unhappiness. She was glad to be leaving it.

  However, she did want one last view of the ocean from her balcony. Michaela opened the door to her room, and stopped dead in the doorway. Gerald was out on the balcony, having breakfast with Tetsuo.

  Both of them looked up when she came in.

  “What the serious fuck is going on?” she snarled, storming over.

  “Michaela,” Gerald rose, but thought better of leaning in for a kiss when she glared at him.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “It’s my room,” he said. “I told you I was meeting a client here.”

  “You’re his attorney?” She pointed at Tetsuo.

  “And the Kincaides as well,” Tetsuo said with a smirk.

  Michaela sat down hard, before she fell down. She didn’t even acknowledge the scrambled eggs and bacon that was immediately put in front of her. Well, the bacon made an impression. She finished a slice before she realized she didn’t want to have breakfast with these two douchebags.