Jax comes up behind me, pressing his strong body flush against my own. I let out a quivering exhale at the heat that radiates off his body.
“You love me?” he asks with a shaky breath.
I close my eyes and nod.
He lowers his head to my shoulder, and his arms wrap around my waist. I lean my head into him and feel the tears pouring down from his cheeks onto my shoulder. I turn further into him and take his head in my hands.
“Jackson.” I whisper his name.
He rests his head against mine. His arms hold on tighter as if unable to let go for fear he’ll lose me again.
I skim my fingers through his hair and draw him to me. His breath is hot against mine. His lips are close enough to taste.
We lean in and back away before our mouths collide, claiming what’s ours.
Our kisses grow deeper, telling a story our hearts were too afraid to say. We were two young kids who loved each other and gave ourselves to one another in ways no one else has ever known. We spent years blaming each other and ourselves for the sins we committed, and it’s been torture. Yet, beneath all that hurt is the base of love that started with the simple purchase of an ice cream cone, ignited with a declaration in the rain and reinvigorated with a man wounded in a hospital room.
I release our kiss and push him back, placing him back in the seat he was in. His glass of liquor is on a table next to him. I lift it and hold it up to his mouth. He takes a sip, and I kiss the alcohol that remains on his lips before bringing the glass to my mouth and finishing it off. I place it back on the table and step back.
I kick off my boots and slide off my socks. I’m standing barefoot, on the lanai with the man I love seated before me. I run my hands through my hair, bring into up off my neck, and then dropping it back down over my shoulders.
With the moon illuminated over my shoulder and the heated flame from the nearby fire at my feet, I sway my hips from side to side, dipping down and rising up. With my outstretched hands, I move in a sultry dance, a vixen in the night, erotic hula that is for one man and one man only.
I tell the story of two young lovers who were passionate and true. The man had forsaken the woman, but they were torn apart. He traveled over the sea to win her back.
And he did, earning her love, forever.
His pupils widen and the gaze that was softened moments ago is now hardened—darkened with lust. I shake from the inside at the provocative way his tongue darts out and skims his lower lip.
His legs spread wide, the towel rising up his thighs. I continue to dance as I grip the sides of the gauze and bring my dress up, exposing the soft skin of my stomach and over the curve of my breasts. I raise it over my head and discard the fabric on the ground. With my gaze firm on his, I repeat my steps, giving my body an extra sway as I jut out my hip as I remove my top and let that, too, fall to the ground.
He lets out a moan in appreciation. I lift my hands to my breast and give them a squeeze, my thumbs running dangerous circles around my nipples. The feel of my own hands on my skin, combined with the seductively, piercing gaze he is giving me, and the way his fingers start to dance along the ends of his chair, eager to touch, I’m titillating with need.
He may be trying to restrain his hands, but his erection has a mind of his own. His towel is tented, the opening widening as his manhood threatens to break free.
Watching the surge of carnal desire simmering before me, I feel immortal.
I am Pele, the Goddess of Fire, doing the hula for my lover. With my eyes trained on his, I bit my lip and lower my bottoms, leaving myself completely naked and exposed, dancing only for him on a lanai in Hawaii.
It’s as if the rubber band that was holding him in his seat snaps because, like a lion unleashed from his cage, Jax rises from the chair, his towel falling to the floor as he leaps forward and grabs me, pulling me into his chest and kissing me hard on the mouth.
I melt into him and let him devour me: my mouth, my neck, my breasts, stomach. He’s quick on his knees, his mouth between my legs, lapping at my core. I grab hold of the railing behind me and try to brace myself at the feeling of his tongue running dangerous circles over the more sensitive part of my body.
He lifts my knee and puts my leg over his shoulder bringing him closer. I cry out into the night and lean down to grab his hair, pulling it hard as the sensations build inside of me.
His hands grip my waist as he licks and laps at the folds. I lean my head back and then fall forward, needing more of him.
He releases my leg and rises bringing his mouth back to mine so I can taste my arousal on his lips.
We are hands and limbs, kisses and groans, as he guides us to another set of doors on the lanai, and we’re instantly in the bedroom. The large, four-poster bed doesn’t seem big enough for the passion we are exuding.
I push him onto the bed where he falls into a seated position. I climb up onto him and straddle his thighs. I can’t wait a single second as I grab his thick erection in my hands and line my body up with his and push down. I cry out as the tip of his cock hits my center with a fierce pummel that has me shaking with need.
With my hands on his shoulders, I ride him, as his fingers grip my waist and dig into my skin. I gyrate my hips up and down, not stopping as I feel the fire within me build, raging from within and craving every bit of kerosene his soul has to give.
He leans forward, taking my breasts in his mouth. I lean back to revel in the feeling. Just as I’m about to completely erupt, his hands lower down to my hips and, with one sift motion, he lifts me in the air flipping us round and further to onto the bed.
His powerful body is on top of mine. I run my fingers over the hard ridges of his abs and feel them clench as he reenters and moves in and out, sliding his girth with a fierce need.
He runs his fingers along the side of my face, caressing it and pulls my attention up into his eyes.
“I love you, Triciana.”
His words combined with the way he’s moving inside me, the build of pleasure inside my body and the memory of the last time he was above me, saying those same words is overwhelming.
“Fuck me,” I cry out.
He takes his orders seriously. He sits up on his knees and pulls my legs onto his shoulders arching my body off the bed. I see stars as his cock hits my G-spot, and I come on contact.
“Yes!” I scream and chant his name, “Jackson.”
I’m far from exhausted. It’s an energizing orgasm that leaves me wanting more.
Good thing he’s not nearly finished.
He drops my legs and holds onto my waist. His mouth is back on mine. His kisses are wet, his lips are strong and his words are intense.
“I going to spend the rest of my life with you.” He declares pumps further. “I’m going to marry you.” His forehead rests against mine, and he pushes into me and then slides out almost all the way before easing back in.
My orgasm builds again, and my eyes roll back in my head.
“I said the dragon was me, but it’s you.” He pushes into me with a force greater than anything I’ve ever felt. “You breath life into me. You set my soul on fire.”
I cry out. With a rush, I come again, and it’s too much. I claw into his back. The act sends him over the edge as well. He throbs and pulsates, releasing everything he has with a final thrust.
It takes minutes for me to come down from the high. He’s still inside me, and when he motions like he’s going to roll over, I wrap my legs around him and pull him back letting him know I need him inside me a little while longer.
He doesn’t complain.
Like the Lehua flower, I am forever perched on the branch of the Ohi’a tree. And there is nothing that can separate us.
He places soft, feathery kisses on my eyes, my cheeks, my lips. He kisses me all over my face and then starts again. A tear falls down my cheek. He kisses that, too.
“I mean it, Trish. I’m going to marry you.”
I laugh and cry at the thought. “Jus
t like that. Should we plan our nuptials for tomorrow?”
“Yes,” he says, and that gorgeous smile beams from his magnificent face.
My breathing calms down as I stare up at him and brush a rogue hair that falls on his face away. “We have forever. There’s no rush. Let’s just put one foot in front of the other. Our path is clear. I just want to walk it with you.”
He kisses my nose and then rolls us over, so we’re facing each other.
“I can do that,” he says, running his hand up and down my body. His gaze lingers on my skin when he raises his brow as if he just remembered something. “Wait right here.” He kisses my shoulder and slowly parts from me. He pops off the bed, his bare ass walking out of the room.
I lean up, the white sheet draping over my naked body, and look out the doorway, wondering where on earth he went.
A minute later, he comes back into the room, his arms cradling something tiny as if it were a newborn baby.
I sit up on the bed to get a closer look. “You got a pig!”
He grins and it’s magnificent. “No. You got a pig. This little guy is all yours.”
I can’t even contain my excitement as he places the miniature pig into my arms. It’s pink and brown and fidgety as hell.
Jax sits behind me and wraps his arms around my waist as he looks down at the pig. “He’s a tuxedo striped mini boar. He’ll grow about the size of a bulldog.”
“It’s a he?” I ask and feel Jax’s head nod into the side of my head. I hold the little guy up in the air and christen him. “Hello, Olivia Benson.”
“He’s a dude.”
“So are you.” I turn and give him a kiss on his cheek. “Where did you find him?”
He pets the top of the pig’s head. “The guys helped me. Kal and I went to a breeder yesterday and Benji snuck him up here. Isaiah fed him while we were out this afternoon. I was waiting for the right time to give him to you.”
I nuzzle Olivia Benson into his chest. His wiry hair itches my skin. “I love him. Thank you.”
Jax and I fall back into the mound of pillows. Olivia Benson hits the sheets and snuggles right into the down comforter. Of course our pig would prefer luxury linens.
Jax props himself up and I nestle into the crook of his arm. Olivia Benson is on the other side of him. I lay my hand over Jax’s stomach and stroke our pig, closing my eyes and savoring the peace of the moment.
He kisses the top of my head as I wrap my leg over his hip.
Yesterday, I feared what tomorrow would look like.
Today, I don’t care.
Jax will check out and there’s one thing I know: Nothing can tear us apart again. At least I pray there isn’t.
chapter TWENTY TWO
I’m bouncing around the small kitchen of the Pele suite, listening to Bruno Mars from my cellphone speaker. My bun-clad hair is swaying in the air as I sing to the music.
Olivia Benson comes scurrying across the marble floor—little nails tapping as he prances over. I have no idea what to feed him.
I walk over to the other bedroom in search of where the pig was hiding when I came here last night. Inside the room is a small cage with a blanket, a rubber webbed ball, and a squeaky toy in the shape of a ukulele, inside. There’s a bag that looks like dog food on the dresser. I bring in into the kitchen, scoop some food into a bowl and watch Olivia Benson go to town on some pig chow.
The door to the bedroom opens and Jax comes out wearing a pair of basketballs shorts. The dragon doesn’t look as violent this morning as it has in the past. Today, it’s keeping the fire alive; ever burning in his soul.
He pads over to the kitchen and walks behind me, circling his arms around my waist and burying his nose in my neck.
“You smell good. I would have showered with you,” he speaks into my shoulder as he gives my skin a French kiss.
“You looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to wake you.” I squeak when his hand hits my butt.
“You look good in my shirt.”
I’m wearing one of his white button downs I found in the closet. “My clothes are pretty rancid so I had to call in reinforcements. Lani is bringing me clean clothes.”
I pick a slice of bacon off the plate and hand it to him. He makes an odd sound of disappointment as he chews. “Is this turkey?”
“This is a pork-free relationship.”
“That’s not what you said last night.” He lifts my shirt up over my waist exposing the pair of his boxer briefs I have on as well.
“Says the man with the sense of humor of a twelve-year-old.” I spin around and hold up the plate. “You have to check out today so I thought we’d order in.”
“Perfect. I’m starving.” Instead of eating something off the plate, he lifts me onto the counter, spreads my legs and starts kissing up my thighs.
My head hits the cabinet behind me. “This is not what I had in mind, but — oh, okay, you can do that.”
He’s lapping up and down the inside of my leg, pulling the fabric of his briefs to the side and getting dangerously close to my core, when there’s a knock at the door.
“That’s Lani,” I gasp.
His head falls to my leg. “Can we tell her to go away?”
I fall forward with a sigh. “We could, but I need clothes and you need a shower. If you’re good I’ll come in and wash you.”
He rises and kisses my mouth. “I like the sound of that.” He grabs another slice of bacon and chews. “That fact I’m eating this is a testament of my love for you.”
I climb off the counter and walk to the door. Lani is grinning from ear to ear when she catches my ensemble.
“You look adorable!” she grins. I reach out to grab the hanger in her hand, but she pulls it back. “No way. I want details!”
I lean further into the hall and grab the hanger from her. “Thank you, Lani.”
She scoots under my outstretched arm and into the suite.
“Eek!” she’s clapping her hands at the sight of Jax in the kitchen gnawing on a piece of toast. “Is it weird I’m happy. I’m like, crazy happy for you two.”
Jax holds his toast up in the air. “Wanna stay for breakfast? Trish ordered for an army.” He looks under the covered plates I have lined on the counter. “We have pancakes, two kinds of eggs fruit, cereal—” He looks up at me. “Babe, what are we doing with all this food?”
I shrug. “I didn’t know what you’d want so I ordered everything. I asked them to send up extra ketchup for your eggs.”
Jax lifts a hand to his heart and utters, “That’s how I know you love me.”
Lani walks into the kitchen and grabs a plate and fork off the counter, making herself at home. “You better get packing. You have to check out at eleven.” Her thin frame turns to Jax as she asks him, “Where are you going to stay? Oh, hi Piggy!” she greets Olivia Benson as he puts his snout up to her ankle. “I heard about you from Benji.”
“I was going to get another room here.” Jax looks my way. “That is, if that’s okay with you?”
I shake my head adamantly. “That is absolutely not okay with me.” My tone is serious.
His eyes widen. Obviously, that is not what he was expecting me to say.
I raise my brows as I tell him, “I figured you’d come stay with me. At least for a few days until you figure out what you’re going to do next.”
From the way his mouth parts and his eyes get that adorable glassy eyed look, I know my offer means more to him than anything else I could have said.
He smiles. Oh, he smiles big and those gorgeous dimples come out. I may melt here on the marble floor.
“You mean, we. I’m going to stay with you until we decide our next step,” he says and now I’m the one with the glassy eyed look.
Lani is looking back and forth between us, her fork full of scrambled eggs hovering in front of her mouth. “You two are so cute I can’t take it!”
She puts the plate down and wipes her hands on a cloth napkin. “You have twenty minutes to get in that
bedroom and make good use of a four poster bed until,” she points to me, “you have to greet your guests,” and then she points to Jax, “and you get your ass out of here so the maids can clean up. The second bedroom stinks of pig.”
Lani opens the door and gives us a wink before leaving. “Aloha!”
I’m standing here with a hanger in my hands and a very determined Jax approaching me.
“You heard the woman,” he takes the clothes and throws them on the top of the sofa.
“Yes, I have a long day of work ahead.” I try to speak as Jax makes work of unbuttoning the shirt I’m wearing. “The Black Dog Entertainment folks are arriving, including my former boss, which means I will be indisposed all day.”
He pushes the shirt off my shoulders. “That’s right.” He falls to his knees and hooks his fingers in my underwear.
“And then there’s the new guest, Noah Kanë, who’s staying in this room,” I speak with a gulp as he slides the underwear off my legs and tosses them onto the floor.
Jax rises to his feet and looks down at me standing here in the buff. “Then we better make use of the next nineteen minutes.”
“I still have to get dressed,” I mutter as he snakes his hands around my waist.
“Then we better leave five minutes at the end.”
I let out a yelp as he lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder and runs us into the bedroom for what I’m sure will be the best fourteen minutes of my life.
…
The morning goes by smoothly. Despite my hectic week, I am back on task as a personal concierge.
With the Pele Suite vacant, I check in, Noah Kanë, the up and coming pop star who Black Dog Entertainment is here to promote. Noah is staying with his manager in the suite and will be hosting interviews from the lanai.
Despite Noah’s laid-back attitude, he came with a list of activities and personal demands, including a special thread count sheeting, baths to be drawn, and expensive water flown in from Tahiti.
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