The Private Serials Box Set(90)

I knew she wanted words from me, but I had none.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and stood, letting my other arm catch beneath her knees, and carried her to the bedroom, kissing her the entire way. When I sat her on the bed, her eyes looked worried, but I could do nothing besides kiss her again. I wanted to reassure her, wanted to ease her fears, but needed to do it with my body.

My knees rested on the bed on either side of her hips, straddling her. She raised her arms as I lifted her tank top over her head, tossing it on the floor. Her dark hair fell over her breasts, her nipples hard and peeking out through the strands. Her chest was moving up and down rapidly with her breath, and a flush was starting to cover her throat and cheeks. My hands cradled her face and my mouth found hers, kissing her insistently. She moaned and my cock jumped at the sound.

She leaned back, lying fully on the bed, and my body ached to cover hers, to feel her beneath me. Just as eager as I was, she lifted her hips and removed her shorts. Her hair fell away from her body, uncovering her breasts. I sat up again, looking down at the beautiful woman who, even after I’d lied to her, chose to believe in our love and give herself to me again. And not only that, but chose to let me give her everything in return. I was in awe of her.

My hands started at her waist, caressing gently up her stomach and over her full breasts. I watched as her chest rose and fell, her breath shuddering, eyes closing, mouth opening. When she pushed her breast further into my palms, I knew she was aching for me too.

I wrestled with the urge to give our bodies what they craved, or feed our souls what they needed. In the end, I decided to go with both options.

I sank into her, our bodies connecting, both of us groaning as sensation took us over. I brought my face directly level with hers, our eyes searching each other’s, bodies pressed together, and breaths intermingling.

“I want to have everything with you,” I managed, even if it was just a strangled whisper. My voice was gone somewhere, definitely overtaken by the enormity of the moment I was sharing with her, humbled by the idea that she would give me the gift of being the person she made her children with. It was almost too much for me to process. So, instead of thinking and analyzing, I kissed her.

I kissed her as I brought us both to a place where nothing that had happened in the last two months mattered, where our pasts were forgotten, and our future was painted in bright lights.

When we came, we came together, eye to eye, mouth to mouth, and everything in the world ahead of us.





Chapter Three


I walked alongside Lena, holding her hand and listening to Piper and Sam commenting on the abundance of shirtless Hawaiian men. Every once in a while Sam threw in a comment about a particularly nice “rack” she admired on a woman, and then all three girls would silently admire said breasts, longing for their own bodies to be improved upon.

This was one thing I hated about women in groups—they constantly and openly compared themselves to other women, and then degraded themselves because their bodies were different. Also, they usually immediately disliked any woman who had a physical trait they lacked, or perceived themselves as lacking. I had heard Piper many times admire a woman’s ass, in that weird jealous way they do, then assume the woman was a bitch because she had what Piper wanted.

As a man, did I admire a beautiful body on a woman? Sure. But it was going to take more than a nice ass to keep me interested or make me want more than just a look. I’d tried to tell this to Piper time and time again, trying to make her realize any man worth her time would fall in love with her because of who she was and her body would be a bonus.

The whole thing was stupid as f*ck as all three women next to me were beautiful and turning heads themselves. Women were their own worst critics.

We entered the luau through an arch covered in brightly colored flowers and foliage, all native to Hawaii. There were two women at the entrance who placed leis over our heads and said “Aloha” with bright smiles. There was loud rhythmic drumming and the smell of the food was intoxicating. I felt Lena’s small hand capture mine, threading her fingers through my own, and I looked over at her to see a bright smile painted across her face. She was excited.

“Lena, they’re giving hula lessons over on that lawn,” Sam said, turning back to us, looking just as excited.

“Would you like to take a hula lesson?” Lena asked me.

I leaned closer to her, making sure my lips were pressed softly against the shell of her ear, knowing my words would cause her heart rate to speed up. “No, but I’d really love to watch you learn.” At my words, I felt her lean in to me and pull up her shoulder, as if she were trying to capture me and keep my mouth as close to her as possible. Then she turned her face and kissed me. I pulled our clasped hands closer, bringing her body against mine, and brought my other hand up to gently cup the side of her face.

Lena’s mouth was almost as unpredictable as she was. Sometimes her lips were soft and gentle. Other times her kisses were curious. She’d used her mouth to convey so many things to me, so many emotions, I was constantly trying to read her thoughts through her lips. Was she needy? Angry? Scared? Happy? All could be told through her kisses. In that moment her lips told me, as they moved slightly against mine, that she was happy and relaxed. When she pulled away she gave me another breathtaking smile, then headed toward a woman in a floral bikini top and grass skirt who was giving hula instructions.