by Angel Payne
“Kellan.” She extended his name with husky inflection, driving him as crazy as her fingers on his skin, flicking over his nipples before she reached for his head and scored his scalp with her nails. “Kellan. Kellan.”
The shower of her reverence crashed harder over him just as real raindrops descended around them, smacking the ground at a quickening pace. Damn it. Like he needed yet another reason to kick his self-control over the cliff. His fantasies of her nudity had definitely involved moisture…lots and lots of moisture. Now, he plenty of it to help him out in reality. The rain intensified, soaking them both inside a minute.
With an eager sigh, she shifted her hands from his head to pull at his shirt in feverish tugs, fighting the rain that glued it to his back. When she reacted to his bared torso like a starving woman given a slab of chocolate cake, his restraint waned further. When she pulled at the back of his neck and slammed their mouths together again, he didn’t raise an inch of resistance.
Their groans mingled and reverberated through his body. She undulated beneath him in all the very right ways. The damn minx knew he was sporting commando status under his shorts, too. She had to realize what her little lifts and grinds were doing to him. His dick pounded so hard for release, he was certain the horses below could stage a dance party to its rhythm.
“Hokulani.” He issued it as half a plea this time. Okay, she was giving him all the high signs on this and they were both grown adults, but two hours ago, she’d had a Bowie knife at his balls. Just because they’d changed altitude and body positions didn’t mean she had alternative plans for his nuts. He pulled an important page from the battalion playbook. Crazy times call for clarity and communication. “Sweetheart, if we don’t stop…”
His aroused snarl drowned the end of that, as she ran both hands down his back then beneath his shorts.
“Tell me.” She rose a little, going for his neck with her strawberry-dark lips. The second she made contact, he shook from the power of her warm caress on his soaked skin. He had to consciously focus on gently forcing her back down.
“Listen to me.” He growled it, which only seemed to spur her arousal, pumping his in a classic domino effect. “If we don’t stop now, I won’t stop. There’s a condom in my wallet. I’ll get it out before taking off my shorts for you again. Then I’m going to get you naked and I’m going to spread you wide—yeah, right here in the rain—and I’m going to fulfill the fantasy I’ve had since first laying eyes on you. I’m going to ram my cock into your wet pussy, and hit every spot in your sweet body that’ll make you scream until you can’t anymore. That’ll be the moment that you come for me, sweetheart. You’ll fall apart for me for me in a thousand different pieces, and I’ll love it as I watch every second.”
Mentally, it felt damn good to say it. Physically, he was a throbbing mess. He took a long moment before drawing back from her, steeling himself for any number of reactions. His blunt pillow talk had driven away more than a few fine women even after three dates, let alone two hours. But nothing less than his truth would do with this creature, so bold and fierce and passionate, who’d upended his senses from the moment she’d flipped over his body on the beach. Lying to her would be an insult to her, and that was not okay.
The rain fell harder as he swept his gaze up.
“Up” being a subjective term at the moment.
Like a man—or many women, for that matter—would condemn him for halting his eyes once they beheld her chest.
Her fully nude, damn spectacular chest, now exposed past the jacket she unzipped and the bathing suit she unlatched.
When he ripped his stare away to find her face again, he found a smile waiting for him there. She’d become half mischievous elf, half knowing goddess…and a hundred percent breathtaking woman.
“You may have beat me up those stairs, mister, but I’ve been three steps ahead of you ever since.” Her eyes, brilliant as diamonds, fell to the front of his shorts. “Where did you say that condom was?”
Chapter Six
Lani couldn’t help but laugh as she watched Kellan’s reaction. Though his gaze was heavy from desire, his mouth quavered like a kid who’d just scored his first Little League home run and couldn’t believe it. But that was the only “little” thing about the man. She had trouble holding back an eager lip lick herself, trailing her stare over his rain-slicked chest, arms, and abdomen. Even his muscles seemed piled on top of muscles. In comparison, her ample curves felt soft and light.
And free.
Gods, how good it felt to be free. For this moment, life was joyously far away, tucked below. Benson and his schemes, Leo and his struggles, and the property with its bills were cares that belonged to tomorrow, worries for a woman who wasn’t her right now. In the morning, she could return to responsibility. Kellan would, too. But in this stolen sliver of the night, they only belonged to the wind, the rain…and the wild, wonderful force of their passion.
“Fuck.” His serrated growl added to his illicit allure. Without lowering his head, he pulled out his wallet. She caught a glance of his military ID, his photo revealing him with a cute scowl beneath his regulation high-and-tight, before retrieving the foil packet that gleamed with wicked promise. “Next time, I may let you win that climb, sweetheart.”
Knowing there would be no “next time” allowed her to delight in his humor. As she giggled, she started to wiggle off her bikini bottoms, but Kellan stopped her with another rough sound.
“I’m doing those honors.” He already had his fingers hooked around the sides of the suit. Lani didn’t argue. His fingers grazed her skin with steady purpose. His touch was like hot oil slicked over the cool rain as he pulled down the fabric. But once done, he didn’t let go. His hands traveled back to her hips, hoisting her sex high, spreading her pussy open so the rain began to seep into sensitive crevices.
“Oh!” she cried. The sky’s tiny kisses tapped on her flesh, coaxing her deeper desires from their warm folds. The contrast of the cool rain and her hot desire made her gasp, stunned and captivated. Her legs shook as she went up on tiptoe, needing more…more…
“Relax.” Kellan gave the direction as he hoisted her legs off their moorings, hooking her knees over his shoulders. “Relax. I’ve got you, my sweet starshine.”
“Ohhhhh!”
He had her, all right. But how the hell did he expect her to “relax” when he slid his hot tongue over the tender tissues at her core? Lani cried out again as he nibbled his way deeper, seeking the knot of nerves that ached the most for his touch. When he found that special spot, she screamed and arched back, grabbing for solid purchase. How had she justified for so long that her vibrator was just as good as this?
Kellan moaned in satisfaction as he taunted her clit. When he ceased the torment, it was only to kiss her mound with slow reverence. “I think I’ve found my island ambrosia…”
With that wicked intent darkening his tone, he dipped his head to suck at her pussy once more. The rain fell even harder, a metronome for the thrumming need in her body. He pulled and licked at her engorged clit, turning her into a writhing ball of need, the rocks at her back be damned. The pressure swirled higher in her thighs, her ass, her sex. Deep inside her body, her womb pulsed in readiness. She whimpered in a mix of agony and ecstasy. He trailed his tongue through her pussy like he had a damn map to the most illicit parts of it, but every notch of arousal made her realize how empty her body really was…how she needed a completing flame inside it.
Finally, through the haze of her excitement, she heard the zipper slide on his shorts. She pried her gaze open to witness him tear open the condom with violent speed. Similar ferocity defined his face as he looked down at her, gritting his teeth as he palmed his steely erection.
“Aiwaiwa.” She swallowed hard. And stared harder. “Kellan, you’re…”
Huge. Glorious. Perfectly made.
“Ready to be inside you, sweetheart.” He hissed as he rolled the condom over his penis, which didn’t relent a fraction of its st
iffness. “Ready to fuck you deep.”
The soldier kept his word. He lowered her legs to an angle where they wrapped around his waist before leaning forward so he could kiss her again. As he plunged his tongue into her mouth, he worked his shaft into the first inch of her body. When he shoved in a little deeper, Lani gasped into his mouth.
“Sorry,” she explained, trying to smile past her pain. “It’s—it’s been a while for me.”
His gaze darkened. “Yeah. For me, too.”
His confession made every inch of her vagina cream. She clung to his shoulders, feeling the strain of his muscles as he tried to slow the pace. “No,” she protested. “God, Kellan. Deeper. Please!”
He clenched his jaw. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want you to.” If she was heaving caution aside, then why not have the aching legs tomorrow as a sweet memory? “I—I need you to. I—I just need you. Filling me. Fucking me. Hurting me. Please! Oh, pl—”
She cut herself off with her own scream. As Kellan drove his cock all the way into her, she didn’t think she’d ever felt so stretched, so raw…so complete. Yes, it hurt. Yes, it was invasive. Yes, it blocked out everything for a long moment except for the certainty of his body, massive and rigid, inside hers. But even the pain was perfect for what she needed from tonight—and what she sensed he needed, too. His features, now intense and feral, channeled the untamed force of the downpour itself. As the wind whipped higher, he seized her hips, syncing their pace with his fevered thrusts. The rain pounded faster as if to drive him on, ramming into her, emitting loud thwops as their soaked bodies collided again and again.
Lani thought she screamed, but couldn’t be sure. Her blood roared in her ears. Rain ran down her body. The grass burned her back as Kellan drove harder, faster, deeper—
Until he stilled.
Lani dragged her eyes open to have her gaze filled with the burnished beauty of his face, hovering inches over her again. As their breaths tangled, he lowered her ass to the ground. While the grass cooled her thighs, his cock pulsed against her walls. His gaze never left her face. Lani shivered and battled to break the contact. It was too much, this stare of his. Giving her too much. Asking too much in return. This was just supposed to be sex. That was all it ever could be.
But her inner war surged on, turning into torment as he used his hands to enflame her body all over again.
With his gaze still locked in hers, he circled one hand beneath her body. With the other, he found her clit again.
“Kellan!” She shuddered as he pressed a finger against that perfect, tiny button.
“No.” His countermand was quiet but firm. “Not yet.” He circled his hips, creating a new friction between them. The rain pummeled. The wind pushed. The storm in her sex was sweet and perfect and unbearable. Dear God, she needed to come.
“Kellan, please!”
“Not. Yet.” He shifted the hand beneath her. Slowly, he probed the edge of her back entrance with a rain-soaked finger.
“Kellan!”
He slid in a second finger.
As he intensified the pressure on her swollen, needy clit.
As he taunted her with the slow rolls of his hips, and the thudding girth of his cock.
As he took her to the brink of ecstasy but refused to yank her over.
She was in Hell.
“Now, sweetheart.” He pushed hard on the center of her pleasure as he plunged deep with the length of his cock. “Now.”
She was in Heaven.
Nirvana crashed over her with blinding force, searing her senses, scalding her sex, blinding her mind. Her shriek gained harmony from Kellan’s groan, long and violent against her neck as she felt his balls harden, blasting cum up his shaft. As he climaxed, he grinded harder against her, igniting her passion all over again. The second orgasm shot her out of Nirvana and into another dimension. Her eyes went wide, staring in awe as the moon gleamed through the storm, turning the raindrops into stars and the clouds into satyrs.
All except for the one who continued to rock inside her, nuzzling her shoulder with a dark growl. Only when he bit a little harder did she turn her head and realize he was watching her.
“That smile looks damn gorgeous on you, starshine.” He rose over her again, fingering wet strands from her face. “I hope this means you won’t toss me out of bed right away.”
Though they laughed together, solemnity lingered in his gaze, bringing the feeling that the question wasn’t entirely a jibe. It was a little unnerving. A touch confusing. But brought a few tingly butterflies, too.
And…she was being a ridiculous female, making more out of all this than she should.
He was a soldier—a well-hung, gasp-worthy one, at that—and no doubt had a woman for every forward base he frequented. Well, she had no problem being his “Kauaˋi cutie.” The fringe benefits were nice. Really nice. If she had nothing but a body full of interesting aches and a head full of hot memories when he left for duty again, that would be just fine.
“Tell you what,” she murmured, trailing a fingertip over the alluring hills of his top lip, “why don’t we consider getting into a bed first?”
He rumbled through a chuckle. “It’s a novelty, but I might be persuaded to try it.”
Once more, his sarcasm was laced with a strange erudition, like the words were humorous versions of the truth.
And again, she mentally slapped herself for caring. Like she could afford to “care” for anyone right now—not while being both parents to Leo and battling Benson at every step he made to claim Hale Anelas. But more profoundly, not in the way she’d always dreamed of caring for someone. Not with the devotion she’d witnessed every day growing up, the mau loa love that bound Mother and Father every day they were alive, and surely united them even tonight.
Mau Loa. Forever love. She would settle for nothing less.
But there was more to that truth. She simply wanted too much. She was the first to admit it. Love like that didn’t just “happen by chance,” despite what the movies propagated. And it certainly didn’t tumble onto a woman’s beach one night, dressed in nothing but khakis, a wrinkled shirt and a shit-eating grin.
Even if that grin turned into kisses she’d never forget and two mind-gouging orgasms.
They made their way back to the house dressed in nothing but their laughter, clutching their drenched, muddy clothes. Lani stopped Kellan on the back lanai, listening for a long moment in case Leo had skipped the fencing team’s typical post-practice trip to Puka Dog. If that was the case, her brother would still be in the kitchen, having come in the back in his haste for food. All was silent. Seemed the lure of a lava sausage with papaya relish had snared her brother again, so they were in the clear.
Once they were upstairs, she headed straight for her bathroom and turned the shower to a pleasant temperature. Kellan watched her, wrapped in strange silence, as she grabbed two towels from the linen closet. “I give up,” she finally admitted. “What’s going on in that head of yours, Sergeant?”
He stood in the middle of her vanity area, all her things looking tiny and fragile compared to his imposing nudity, especially as he rammed hands to the ridges of his obliques. “A moment ago, the answer was I’d control myself from getting inside you again, considering we’ve expended my sole condom on hand. But looking at you like this may force me to get creative.”
Thank heavens she’d moved to stand at the counter. Though the towels fell out of her grip, it appeared like she’d purposely plopped them there. “Cr-creative? Why?”
He pivoted toward her, pulling the bathroom door back open as he did. With another step, he was braced totally behind her, twining her gaze with his in the mirror. Those dark gray depths were right at home against the steely set of his features, which tightened further as he leaned forward. With a low, feral growl, he slid his jaw against hers.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered in a whisper. Like she had a choice. He used his feet to nudge hers apart, instantly filling the crev
ice between her thighs with an erection that had gone from half-mast to full-sail in three seconds. Lani gasped as his cock pushed through the V at the bottom of her ass cheeks and past her intimate entrance, letting his broad tip part her pussy from behind. She watched him do all of it in their reflection, making everything feel more surreal…and sinful.
“Oh, my God,” she rasped.
He wrapped an arm around her waist. “You’re wet, sweetheart. But so am I.” With his other hand, he snared hers and pushed it down. “Feel me. Squeeze my cock. Wipe off my juice with your finger then suck it off.”
Holy shit. He really was a satyr. A half-demon warrior sent here from some fantasy land to tempt her down the path of completely nasty acts and wanton ways…because he knew she’d willingly follow.
The thought sang through what was left of her mind as she caressed the knob of his shaft. She whimpered as she found the slit that leaked hot milk at her touch. After collecting the juice as he demanded, she thrust her finger deep into her mouth, prompting a guttural groan of encouragement from behind.
“Good. So damn good, starshine.”
He shoved harder, and she whimpered at watching his swollen red crown surge from the valley of her legs. She reached down and grabbed him again, stroking his throbbing tip. At the same time, he swept up his other hand and pinched one of her nipples. A high yelp burst from her. Kellan quickened his thrusts.
“Look at me again.”
She quickly obeyed, filling her vision with his face in the mirror, so dark and intense, twisted in erotic agony. In response, her body shook and wept, engulfed by lust, on fire with need.
“Now touch yourself,” he directed. “Do it, Lani. Rub your hard little clit for me.”
She obeyed him—with a twist. Instead of using her fingers, she kept her hold on his shaft, and rammed it against the ridge of her arousal as a flesh-and-blood vibrator. He gave an approving grunt while his massive thighs quaked against hers. With his eyes still on her in the mirror, he openly bit into her neck. She yelped as her sex came alive, pinged by a million more jolts of awakening. Her vagina clenched. Her pussy pulsed.
