by Gail Koger
“Say hello to Lucifer, asshole. Transferam succinte obturo.” The vortex vanished.
“I need a drink,” Fabian commented.
One look at his shit-covered form, and I smothered a laugh. “And a shower.”
“Have you looked in the mirror?”
I gave Fabian a smooch. “Shower sex?”
Grinning like a wild man, he swung me over his shoulder and sprinted up the stairs. Fabian shut and locked the bathroom door.
I raised my eyebrow. “Expecting more guests?”
“With our families? I’m not taking any chances.”
“Smart man.”
Fabian turned the shower on and stripped.
My gaze locked on Mr. Happy. How did I get so lucky? I stepped under the steaming hot water and stroked Fabian’s cock. All mine.
A groan escaped my husband. In record time, he had my bikini off, and his big, soapy hands were caressing my breasts.
I traced the seam of his lips with my tongue.
Fabian whispered, “I love the way you feel and taste.”
“Better than chocolate?”
“Hell, yeah.”
I cupped his tight balls. “I want you inside me now.”
With a sinuous strength, Fabian lifted me.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, and his cock slid home. A moan tore from me at the delicious stretching feeling.
“Like that?” Fabian thrust into me in a steady rhythm designed to drive me insane.
“Oh yeah. Harder.” Every touch, every kiss twisted the coil of arousal tighter and tighter until spikes of ecstasy roared through me.
His decadent tongue never stopped moving as Fabian pounded into me. Multiple orgasms shook my body, and I came apart in his arms. His cries joined mine.
Someone hammered on the bathroom door. “You about done in there? I need to take a piss!” my father yelled.
A squeak of horror broke from me. “Dad?”
He rattled the doorknob. “Let me in.”
Fabian hollered, “Use the one downstairs.”
“Grams ate something that didn’t agree with her. She’s going to be in there for a while.”
I slumped against Fabian. “Oh, dear God. This can’t be happening.”
Dad knocked on the door again. “Hurry up. I need to get the pig started.”
“Pig? What pig?” I suddenly had a headache.
“We’re throwing you a luau.”
“Oh. How thoughtful.”
“Serafina is bringing the hula dancers in a couple of hours,” Dad added.
“Hula dancers?” Fabian banged his head against the wall. “Unbelievable.”
Put our families together, and it was mayhem and madness. “You know, I make one hell of a mai tai.”
“You suggesting we get drunk?”
“I am.” I wrapped a towel around me. “I’ll make sure Dad’s not armed.”
“Good idea.”
“Your guests arrive shortly, and you’re not even dressed,” Serafina groused. A second later, a whirlwind of sparkling gold lights engulfed us. When it faded we were dressed for a luau.
Fabian snarled, “What guests?”
The door suddenly crashed open, and my father tore past us.
“He really had to pee.” I took my husband’s hand and tugged him out of the bathroom. “We can do this.”
“I have a sailboat moored on the leeward side of the island.”
I picked up my sunglasses and put them on. “I’ve always wanted to see Australia.”
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Books in the Coletti Warlord series
Vexing Voss
Reality Bites
Just Desserts
Wulf and the Bounty Hunter
Game on Askole
Crossing Quinn
Paranormal romances:
Catching Dragos
Shenanigans
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