Page 24 of Hawaii Can Suck It

The momentum carries me directly toward Kai’s exposed anatomy. “SWEET MOTHER OF—” I jerk my head sideways, his island flagpole missing my face by millimeters.

“¡Mierda santa!Careful there, boss. You might poke your eye out,“ Cam calls out, laughing hysterically.

“Stop filming!” I snarl, spread-eagled in midair.

“Next, we have Unlocking the Secret Chamber!” Kai pulls yet another strap—where are all these coming from?—and now both my legs are higher than my head. The blood rushes to my brain, making the room spin even faster.

WHOOSH!

“JESUS CHRIST!” I crane my neck awkwardly, narrowly avoiding another face-to-face encounter with Not-So-Little Kai. The evasive movement sends me spinning wildly in the opposite direction, my body rotating like a rotisserie chicken.

“That’s it!” Cam cackles, capturing every embarrassing frame. “Eyes wide shut, boss!”

“Next, the Five-Limbed Surrender!”Kai announces, pulling what must be the master strap of humiliation.

One moment I’m horizontal, facing up, and then… I’m not. My world inverts. I’m fully upside down, my shirt falling over my face and blinding me just as Kai gives another push. I’m disoriented. Up is down, left is right, and there’s a very naked Hawaiian man in my orbit.

“I can’t see! I can’t—” My sentence cuts off as I swing back, and something warm and distinctly not-a-hand brushes against my ear. “OH MY GOD!”

I finally free one arm, but the sudden weight shift sends me into a death spiral. The swing gains momentum, rotating and swinging simultaneously. Kai has started speaking in Hawaiian, probably blessing me with ancient love prayers. And I’m ninety percent sure I just high-fived his dick.

“And now for the Inverted Lotus—” he begins, reaching for yet another strap.

“No more positions!”

“Reece! Wait!” Cam shouts, her voice cutting through my panic. “You’re about to—”

THUD.

The strap releases without warning, and I face-plant into the tiger-print rug below, my legs still tangled overhead in the swing, my dignity now completely extinguished.

“Having fun down there?” Cam kneels beside me. She turns to Kai with a straight face. “It’s bologna, Kai. His safe word is bologna.”

I hate everything.

I want to die here.

Face-down in a sex-dungeon, a Hawaiian love guru’s dong my last earthly vision, and Cam’s laughter as my funeral song.

“And now!” Kai says as he gracefully dismounts. “The crown jewel of your jungle paradise!”

He strides to the other side of the suite, and I follow reluctantly, already bracing for whatever fresh hell awaits.

“This,” Kai announces, flipping a switch to activate the jets, “is the rainforest shower. The water cascades down like a natural waterfall, cleansing both body and soul. It’s the ultimate paradise experience.”

What Ithoughtwas a decorative rock feature is a freakin’ shower?! It’s fully open-concept, no walls, no doors—just smooth stones, cascading sprays, and an obscene number of tropical plants.

Cam leans forward, letting the mist flow through her fingers. Her expression softens. “It’s really beautiful.”

“Beautiful?“ I echo, staring at her like she’s lost her mind. “It’s a garden hose with no privacy.”

“It’s freeing,” she counters, stepping onto the stones. The mist clings to her hair and cheeks, making her glow under the soft light.

Instantly, my brain betrays me.

I picture her naked under the jets, water sliding over her sudsy skin, tracing every curve. Her lips moaning—her head tilting back, hair dripping, cheeks flushed from the heat.

Kai pulls out a chrome spray wand hidden in the rocks. “And this toy is extremely popular, for those who desire more…focused connection,“ he says with a wink, spraying an arc of mist into the air.

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