Page 140 of Riding the Pine

We’re in Hawaii for the launch of our second office ofGo With the Flow. It’s Athena’s baby for sure. I’m just here for the ride.

That’s not strictly true. Despite the fact I keep ribbing her that I’m a kept man, I do work for the charity as well. It may sound somewhat pathetic, but with her travelling so much, I just wanted to go along with her. I wanted to spend as much time with her as I could, see the country with her, and spread joy. Who knew so many people would get so excited about period products?

It's actually a fucking disgrace that our country is in such a state that women need to worry about where their period products factor into their monthly budget, but that’s a whole other rant.

Gabriella and Hunter have our daughter, Magdalena, AKA ‘Meg,’ named after our beloved Abuelita who sadly passed away before Meg was even born. Before she died, we promised Abuelita we’d teach her great-granddaughter the art of the chancla, her beloved très leches recipe, and how to be a force of nature, just like all the Rojas women are, and seemingly always have been.

We’ve done all the business-y stuff. We’ve done the ribbon cutting, the hand shaking, the smiling for a thousand reporters—okay, fine, like twenty—and we’ve done the penguin suits and fancy dinner.

Now, it’s almost party time. Not quite. We’re staying at the Four Season’s resort on west Oahu. Today we’re supposed to be spending time at the island’s ‘Secret Beach.’ By law, there are no private beaches in Hawaii. I get it. If I had somewhere this beautiful under my purview, I’d want to share it with the entire world, as many eyes as possible, but right now, I just want to share it with my Bright Eyes.

She says we can’t spend all our free time here in this bedroom, so I’m working myself up to waking her so I can plead my case. As much as I can’t wait to explore the island with her, I want to explore her body even more.

Oahu is quintessentially Hawaii. Having missed out on her first visit to the state, and having never been here before, I wasn’t sure what to expect. What I got is exactly what I heard from people. It is exactly like the pictures.

The internet promised that Secret Beach will provide a far morenaturalHawaii beach experience than the man-made lagoon beaches at the resorts. I was promised calm surf, tranquilswimming, and general solitude. Something we’re both aching for, after having to schmooze with so many people on my fiancée’s national tour.

We’ve planned a helicopter tour, swimming with dolphins, kayaking to an uninhabited island, and trips to both the Mermaids Cove and Eternity beach. But the more I watch the peaceful rise and fall of her chest, the bronze of her skin contrasted against the crisp, white hotel sheets covering her from the waist down, and her thick, black waves splayed across her pillow… well. It’s hard to imagine my dick deflating enough to let us leave this place to go anywhere.

Ever.

She stirs on a sigh, moving her hand from her face to the space on the bed next to her, like she’s checking I’m still here. Once her skin meets mine, her palm on my chest, she settles again.

I can’t help touching her, reaching my fingers out to draw the line of her torso, dipping into her waist and following the swell of her hip. She doesn’t move again, her breathing doesn’t shift, and I’m grinning to myself as I slide down the bed.

My breakfast is a deliciously naked, ready to eat, all I can manage buffet. And I have no idea where to start.

Playing with each other in our sleep is something we’ve both agreed to for a long time. I can’t say Athena is ‘fully recovered’ from her attack, because there’s no such thing, but despite her occasional panic attacks, she’s comfortable enough to let me touch her when she’s unconscious.

I smile again, content in the fact that her attackers will not be living their high life anymore. The trial completed before we came to Hawaii, reigniting another wave of trauma, occasional night terrors, accidents, and a need for her to see her therapist more frequently.

But it was worth it for those motherfuckers to get their comeuppance. Well, kind of. They got sentenced under second degree rape instead of first, but they got the maximum sentence of twenty-five years.

My blood threatens to go from a simmer to a boil. It’s not long enough, not for what they did to my fiancée, for the things she went through, for what I saw when I walked around that corner.

Athena accepted it with far more grace than I—or her brothers—did. If those fuckers step out of prison into the light of day again, I could see Ares in particular, gleefully going down for their murder. The only thing holding him back is his anchor, his rock, Eloise, talking sense to him when he takes leave of his senses.

I shake my head, a shiver coursing through my body. I’m in too nice a place, with too delicious a naked body to give any more thought to the trial, the attackers, or the fact we’re not happy with the judgement they received, to let myself spiral. And whether I like to admit it or not, Athena got lucky with her attackers being sentenced at all.

Another flare in my veins threatens to send me out the door to find a gym where I can run or pump iron until the rage passes. But that’s not what I want. I want to be here, with Athena, to worship her body and make her scream my name so loudly we get kicked out of the hotel like in North Dakota a couple of months ago.

My grin returns with my determination to see how loudly I can get her to wail my name.

With her on her side, facing away from me, I don’t have many options, so before I get into position, I reach over to the bedside cabinet and squeeze the tiniest bit of lube on my finger.

Spreading her cheeks with one hand and placing the little dollop of lube on her tight hole still doesn’t make her stir. Is she pretending to be asleep to see how far I go?

Using my thumb, I rub circles around her back entrance. It’s not where I want to plant my already throbbing dick this morning, but if it’s where I can get to without having to wake her up first, then I’ll take it.

I’m greedy, hungry to sink my dick into whatever hole of hers I can. But I’d prefer to bury myself into her pussy, I want to fill her with my seed so she gets knocked up all over again and Meg can have a sibling.

Is it madness? Having two kids so close together? Perhaps. But she knows I’m impatient as fuck to get her pregnant again, and she also knows I’m only too eager to keep practicing and blowing my load inside her.

Fuck. Even the thought of it makes me need to suck in a breath and steady myself as I work her ass.

Yeah. As much as I love her ass clenching around my cock as I fuck her senseless, I need her pussy.

She moans, still mostly asleep.

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