Aloha, page 87
“We’ve known for a couple of weeks, pretty girl. You smell different.” Pete says.
“You definitely taste different,” Jake adds with a yawn. “We were waiting for you tell us.”
“Tell you what?” I glance between their sleepy smiling faces.
“You’re pregnant, Miss Washington.” This is what Pete callsme when he wants to tease me about my sluggish wedding planning. We haven’t even set a date.
“What?” I sit up. Strong arms settle me back down on to the mattress and cradle me. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. We definitely know what a pregnant female smells like.Now, go to sleep, gorgeous. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”
I’m pregnant.
It seems too incredible to be true, but it has to be. My lions have what my best friend Chellie jokingly calls “super shifter senses.” She is married to a bear shifter, after all.
Jake and Pete can smell my every emotion. They’re so accurate at predicting my period—there’s always a pint of Mama Palakiko’s homemade mango or lilikoi ice cream in the freezer two days before it starts—that I stopped keeping track.
I am really pregnant . . . with a lion shifter cub.
Pete and Jake and I will have a bond stronger than fate or love or lust.
“Jake?” I whisper.
“Yeah, babe?”
“What’s the Hawaiian word for family again?”
“ʻOhana,” they whisper in unison and tighten their arms around my body.
“But you already knew that, gorgeous,” Jake says with his lips pressed onto my shoulder.
“I did,” I say in a sleepy giggle, “but I love hearing you say it.”
“Not as much as we love hearing you say it,” Pete grins at me and I canʻt help kissing him one last time before exhaustion takes me.
“ʻOhana,” I repeat before closing my eyes and drifting off, dreaming about lion cubs.
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El Diablo
M. Robinson
Second Chance Contract
Autumn
“Your husband is such a barbarian,” Camila, Dr. Aiden Pierce’s wife, who became a part of the family, teased over the phone.
“Yeah… he’s always been that way. It’s actually one of the things I love the most about him. Julian doesn’t care who you are or what you think about him, he’s going to be an asshole to you regardless.”
She laughed on the other end as I finished up cooking dinner. Mixing in the enchilada sauce the way she’d advised.
“Capri never stood a chance,” I added, shaking my head. Thinking about all the times my husband guarded our fifteen-year-old daughter, like it was his sole purpose to ruin her life.
Just last week they were going back and forth about her wanting to wear a purple bikini.
* * *
“But, Daddy… every girl is wearing two-piece bathing suits.”
He took one look at the bikini in her hands before he snatched it away.
“That’s just string!”
“You’re ruining my life!”
“Julian, come on she’s—”
With one look, he rendered me speechless, but that didn’t stop Capri.
“It’s called a string bikini for a reason!”
“Which is why you aren’t wearing it!”
* * *
To think, how I thought my father and brother were bad when I was growing up. They weren’t anywhere near the level of overprotective Julian was with our only daughter.
“Does he know Capri has a boy over?”
“Umm… not exactly.”
“So, you lied?”
“Of course not.”
“So, Julian knows?”
“Hell no!”
She busted out laughing.
Julian had left me no choice. Capri would be turning sixteen soon, and as soon as she started socializing with other kids, he turned into a rabid dog. Especially now that we were in Maui for vacation, she was meeting new friends everywhere while he worked on some business he was starting.
No one was good enough for his baby girl.
Not one single boy.
We had to hide her boyfriends, her guy friends, her study partners, exactly how we were doing right now. Anything or anyone that pertained to the opposite sex was hidden from her father, or else he’d threaten to “break his legs.” His words not mine.
The sad thing was…
I wasn’t exaggerating.
“Where are they now?”
“In the living room, on the couch watching a movie.”
“That’s probably safe when Julian comes back.”
“He never comes home before the sun goes down.” I half-joked.
He was the best daddy.
My husband was like having a fourth child. However, I loved him with every last part of my soul. He was mine.
Past.
Present.
Forever.
Before she could reply, Capri hollered, “Mom!”
“Give me a second, honey!”
“But, Mom I need you now!”
“Alright, Camila, I gotta go.”
“Me too. The boys just got home. Talk soon.”
“Bye.” I hung up.
“MOM!”
“Oh my God, Capri!” I shouted in response, walking down the hall toward the living room. “Why all the screaming?”
“Because you said daddy wasn’t coming home till later tonight! We’d be safe from him, so we could hang out!”
I rounded the corner, coming into the living room, “He isn’t, honey. You’re safe from your dad,” I expressed, stopping dead in my tracks when I saw him sitting there.
Cocky.
Pissed.
Looking all Julian Locke like with his suit on and a snide grin and intoxicating eyes…
Glaring directly at me.
Our intense stares locked. He didn’t hesitate, speaking with conviction, calling me by his nickname for me since I was a kid.
“You’re not, kid.”
Julian
Autumn Locke.
Autumn fucking Locke.
Even after all these years, she was still a pain in my ass.
Except now, I had two fucking hurricanes destroying everything in their path in the form of my wife and my baby girl.
Autumn’s eyes went wide, looking beautiful. “Oh, shit,” she muttered.
“My thoughts exactly,” I snarled, shifting my glare over to the teenage motherfucker sitting next to my baby.
“Dad…” Capri coaxed in an uneasy tone. “Be nice…”
“I’m always nice.”
“Daddy, we’re just hanging out. Look.” She held up the remote. “Just watching a movie.”
I didn’t waver, eyeing only the guy. “No one will protect you from me, boy.”
“Julian!” Autumn reprimanded.
“Sir, we’re just friends,” he agreed.
“Her momma was my best friend too, but that didn’t stop me from making her mine. Now did it?”
“It’s not like that between us.”
“Better stay that way, boy. Your dick goes near her, I’ll fuck you up.”
“Dad!”
Autumn grabbed ahold of Capri’s arm. “Why don’t you guys head to the beach on your bikes? Here’s some money.”
“But, Mom—”
“Do you see your father’s face? Go, now.”
She grumbled, “Michael, let’s go before my daddy chops your balls off.”
“Capri!”
“What?” She shrugged, pointing to me. “That’s what he says. I’m just repeating Daddy’s words.”
Damn straight she was.
Autumn shook her head, but I didn’t pay her any mind. I was too busy plotting this boy’s death.
As soon as Autumn walked back into the room, after shoving them out the door, I stated, “My cock isn’t going suck itself, sweetheart.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“Now get on your knees and show me how sorry you are.”
“You arrogant asshole!”
“Not gonna say it again, kid. You’re up to no good, right?”
“No,” she sternly stated, looking me straight in the eyes.
“Think you can lie to me? Think I wouldn’t have fucking found out? Walk me through your thought process, baby. Please, enlighten me.”
“I’m not talking to you when you’re like this,” she replied, shaking her head. Crossing her arms over her chest, she caused her tits to pop out at the seams of her yellow summer dress.
My cock twitched at the sight of her.
“I didn’t lie to you.”
“You didn’t exactly tell me the truth either. I’m not going to ask again, Autumn. Did you think I wouldn’t have found out?”
She sighed, knowing I wasn’t going to let up until I got a straight answer.
“What am I supposed to do? You remember how I was raised, right? Of course, you do. You’re the guy my parents tried to keep me away from, remember?”
“You of all people can understand my protection over Capri. I don’t want her falling in love with an asshole like me. Do you understand me?”
“Julian, the more you shelter her, the more she’s going to want to rebel. Do you understand me?”
“No, but I will.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Before the last word even left her mouth, I was in her face. Gripping onto her ass, hard.
“Ow! Julian!”
In two seconds flat, I was lifting her up my body, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“Now, do you understand me?” I patronized, rocking her hips against my bulge. “Not sassing me, are you? Not when your pussy is dry fucking my cock.”
She swallowed hard, waiting for my next move.
“Yeah… that’s what I thought,” I added, backing her into the wall.
I was over this bullshit. These little punk ass kids trying to piss on my territory. I needed to shut that shit down really fucking quick. It wasn’t going to happen.
Not now.
Not ever.
“I protect Capri’s guy friends from you.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“Then who’s gonna protect you from me?”
“I don’t need protection from you, Julian Locke.”
“Is that right?” I repeated, mirroring her loving stare.
“Yeah, I’m your girl. Been your girl for as long as I can remember.”
“No, sweetheart, you’re my wife. Who’s being a pain in my ass. Let me handle my business, Autumn.”
“Stop bossing me around.”
“Stop fussing like you don’t want me to. We both know how wet this is making your silk panties,” I mocked, smacking her ass for good measure.
“You’re such an asshole!” She tried to push me away, but I didn’t move an inch.
“Babe, we both know… if I want in, I’m getting in.”
I smiled, cocking my head to the side. Getting closer to her face, I started kissing my way from the corner of her lips, down to her chin and neck. Working my way toward her tits that were just as eager for my touch.
She unconsciously moaned, unable to help it. It’s what I always did to her.
Made her wet.
Come.
Love me.
“I should spank your ass raw for this stunt you just pulled,” I growled. Never once letting up on my sweet torture of rocking my hard cock against her pussy. “Who do you think you’re fucking with, kid? I know everything, especially when it comes to my property.”
“Your property, huh?”
Hiking her a little higher, I unzipped my jeans and stroked my cock.
I always loved her this way…
At my mercy.
Since the first time I claimed her in my bed.
* * *
“Tonight, you’re mine, and you’re going to give me what I want. Fuck my face, Autumn.”
She purred.
“You like that, do you? The wetter you are, the harder I’m going to tongue fuck you.”
And the little minx replied, “Prove it, Julian.”
I didn’t have to be told twice. I sucked her clit into my mouth, and she loudly moaned, melting against my lips. There was no stopping there—I was just getting started.
Savoring the taste of her.
The feel of her.
Her hips rocked against my face as I pushed my tongue into her cunt before sucking her clit into my mouth. Up and down, side to side, I took what I wanted. What she was giving. Knowing I was the first man to have her this way did something primitive to me. I turned into a fucking caveman.
She was so wet.
Tasted so good.
Her pussy throbbed.
Her body shook.
It didn’t take long to have her come undone.
“Julian,” she panted, climaxing in my mouth. “Julian, please…” she begged for mercy, but still—I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.
She consumed me.
From my mind to my soul, to my goddamn cock.
A heady growl vibrated from deep within my chest, conscious of the fact that she was trying to save me from myself while I was destroying her in the process. Ruining her for every other man. The mere thought pissed me off, and I took my frustration out on her cunt.
“Julian!” she exclaimed, coming down my neck. Her body fell forward, and she held herself up on the headboard.
“Are you a squirter, baby? We’re about to find out. Give me what I want, Autumn.”
She did, proving that she was indeed a dirty little girl. Squirting down my face and chest, but it wasn’t enough for me. I was a man possessed, licking her fucking clean, from her opening to her clit. I wanted every last drop of her come. Not allowing her any time to recover, I flipped us over and crawled my way up to her mouth, kissing her and making her taste herself.
She moaned, sucking on my tongue.
“So fucking good.” I sat up on my knees, never once breaking our heated stares as I unbuckled my jeans to kick them off with my boxer briefs.
Through dark, dilated, hooded eyes, she took in the size of my hard cock for the first time. I fisted my shaft, jerking myself off in front of her. She watched with an expression full of desire and nothing else. I smiled, appreciating the look in her eyes.
I was a fucking goner. There wasn’t a chance in hell I wouldn’t have stolen her virginity.
It was mine.
It belonged to me.
I’d stolen everything else, and this would be mine as well.
Still fucking my hand, I made my way back up her body. “I can go as slow as you need.”
It was her turn to smile as she sat up, kissing me. Silently demanding I keep going. When I didn’t move fast enough, she reached for my dick and wrapped her hand around my shaft, causing my breath to hitch against her lips and my dick to jerk in her grasp.
“Yeah, baby, just like that,” I scoffed out, biting her bottom lip. “Stroke my cock. Harder. Faster.”
She was a very good listener. Driving me to the brink of insanity. I’d never been with a virgin before. It was too personal, and I was the fuck ’em and leave ’em kind of man.
With Autumn, it was different, and there was no denying that.
“After I’m done with you, I’m going to fuck you again. Just so you remember, only I belong inside of you.”
She slid her tongue into my mouth, and I let her take the lead.
“Julian, I want you.” She positioned my dick at her entrance.
I groaned, “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes, I’ve always been ready for you.”
“Once I thrust my cock inside of you, there’s no going back, kid. You know that, right?”
She beamed. “Promise?”
“I don’t deserve you. Not your heart or your pussy, but I’m a selfish bastard, and I want both regardless.”
“I’m yours forever.”
* * *
“You remember the first time I made you mine?”
“I’ve always been yours.”
And she was.
She always had been.
“I know,” I stated, grinning like a fool. “Nothing’s changed since then… always doing what you want, never listening to a word I say. No matter how many damn times I tell you, it’s always done in Autumn’s way.”
She giggled. “At least I’m consistent.”
She pushed me too far over the edge this time. I was going to have my way with her, exactly how I wanted to.
Gliding her panties to the side, I slid the tip of my cock into her warm, welcoming heat.
“Julian, I love you.”
“I bet you do, sweetheart.”
“Please…”
“Please, what?”
“Forgive me for being a bad girl.”
In one hard thrust, I slammed my cock into her pussy. “Fuck…” I groaned in a low, rumbling tone. “How you always feel this fucking good?”
Seconds later, I was thrusting in and out of her in a slow, tortuous rhythm that had her coming undone. Making it much easier to fuck her the way I wanted. The slapping sound of my balls against her ass cheeks with each hard thrust echoed off the walls.
I leaned forward, brushing her hair to the side of her neck. Giving me access to kiss and lick her overly heated, sensitive skin.
I knew what she liked.
What she loved.
What she craved.
I fuckin’ taught her.
“Please…” she shamelessly begged, pleading with me to give her what she wanted.
“Please, yeah? What do you want? Want me to touch you, here?” I taunted, my fingers rubbing her clit. Leaving nothing but desire in my wake. Purposely trying to drive her insane.
“Oh God,” she panted, her legs trembling while her cunt gripped onto my dick like a goddamn vice.
“Please… please… don’t stop… please…”
And right when she was about to explode like a fucking volcano, I pulled out.
Dropping her ass down to the ground.
My balls throbbed and my cock ached to be back inside her, but that wasn’t the point in this sudden lesson.
