My Beloved: A Thin Love Novella(7)

Thank God.

She didn’t mind being called haole or that Ransom, who was only half Polynesian, was called hapa, or mixed. No one said those words viciously. No one sneered at her or asked Keira why she’d come between Kona and his mother. She’d been expecting an interrogation. She’d expected judgment, but even Malia, who was the sister of the woman who had tried to destroy Kona’s relationship with her and Ransom just months ago, seemed to hold no anger toward Keira.

“My sister, Lalei,” Malia had started, shaking her head as though just the thought of Kona’s mother was a struggle she’d rather not bear, “she always wanted something more, something we couldn’t give her. We weren’t good enough for her.” Then the woman took Keira’s face, eyes examining, smile real, certain and kissed Keira right on the lips. “You make my nephew happy.” Malia moved her head toward Ransom who held audience with his father, telling his newly met cousins about life on the mainland. “You gave him back what we all lost. Mahalo, niece.”

It had been a long day with the flight and the excited activity at Malia’s, and Keira lay on the large bed in their suite trying to keep from falling asleep. She’d nearly drifted off, but then Kona stood by the door and his deep refrain of “You still awake?” had her eyes blinking open.

Keira glanced at Kona, bare chested in his shorts, those massive Polynesian tattoos stretching when he rolled his shoulder. He leaned against the doorway with a loosely held bottle of beer dangling from his large fingers, staring over her face, her body. That look, like all the looks he gave her, was just too much. Keira would never be tired of looking him over, admiring how strong, how large, how beautiful he was. Just the sight of him made her stomach twist with anticipation.

“Did they finally leave?” she said, when Kona grinned at her like he knew how worked up she was getting just watching him.

He nodded, set his bottle on the bedside table before he crawled next to Keira on the large king-sized bed. “I haven’t seen Lael or Dado since I was fifteen. Still can’t believe they followed us here.” Kona covered his mouth with a loose fist, Keira guessed trying to hide the burp he released under his breath, before he pulled her close, moving her t-shirt up to rest his cheek on her stomach, just above her panties. Keira didn’t need telling what Kona wanted. It was what he always wanted from her when he was tired, when he just wanted to relax.

As habit, she moved her fingers through his hair, smiling when Kona moaned, low and happy. “They wanted to catch up with you. You should have let them stay.”

Keira closed her eyes when Kona wrapped his hands tighter around her hips. “They’d have slept on the sofa out there if I hadn’t told them you wanted to start the honeymoon early.”

“Kona!” Keira managed one quick smack to the back of his head, before he caught her wrist, laughing as he climbed on top of her with a smug, widening grin on his face.

“Come on, baby, I’m teasing.”

“You are not, you big liar. You actually told them that?” He didn’t bother trying to keep his small lie going. Keira could feel her face heating at just the image of Kona’s two large cousins smirking and nodding at him as Kona waggled his eyes. She tried pushing Kona off her when he attempted a few soft nibbles against her collarbone. “I’ll never be able to face them.”

“Wildcat, they don’t care.” He pulled at her chin when she jerked away from his kiss. “They’ll be so f*cking jealous that I’m up here with you and this tight body, doing things to you that should be illegal.”

“No, they’ll tease me and talk about me behind my back anytime they are around me.”

“And? That’s what family does.” Kona slid closer, moving his hand off Keira’s wrist and down her thigh until he grabbed the swell of her ass. “Family teases.” Kona pulled her leg over his hip and Keira closed her eyes, relishing the hard outline of his dick as he moved against her. “Family rides you hard sometimes,” he said, moving his hips down, so that thick, hot outline met the wet heat between her legs. The smile left his face and he looked down at her, eyebrows up as though surprised. “You wet for me, baby? Already? I’m barely touching you.”

Keira grabbed Kona’s face, directing him to her lips. “Stop talking, jackass.” Then a low grunt left Keira’s throat when Kona cupped her, slipping his fingers under her panties to barely touch her, fingertips light on her wet skin. “Not… not fair.”

“Stop calling me a jackass.” He got two fingers inside her and then Kona took over the kiss. He tugged and pulled, his movements a little sloppy, a bit addled by the beer, but even Kona comatose would know how to touch Keira, could keep her silent and busy with the slightest touch. “You still want me? Just me? You still my girl, Wildcat?”

Keira kissed him deeper, let her tongue rub against his. Kona always did this when he drank. Those tiny little insecurities surfaced with just a few drinks, but Keira never minded it. She thought it was sweet, that after all this time, Kona still needed reassurances.

“Only yours, bebe.”

The noise that came from his throat was primal, deep and Kona moved his fingers faster, hit deeper inside her. “Then open up for me. Take all of me, baby.”

He didn’t have to ask twice.

Kona wasn’t drunk, just buzzed enough that his movements became eager, aggressive and Keira loved it. He was all male and muscle, sweat and heat when he was like this. Every grab he made on her, every hasty tug against her nipples, on her hair, just made Keira wetter, wanting Kona just like this, raw and anxious and so damn desperate to be inside her.