Page 47 of Deadly Aloha
I pressed my lips to her navel, a vow and a promise.
As I nuzzled her, her soft skin, I turned my face to the side so the others could hear me clearly. “Take him. I’ll be out shortly.”
I heard grunting and groaning around us, entirely ignoring it until the slam of the screen door behind me. Her fingers combed through my hair. I was a sweaty mess from being outside, but Lu had never been one to be grossed out by a bit of sweat.
It took me a moment to realize the humming I felt from inside her abdomen was her speaking softly to me from above.
“…you’re the father, Aloiki. I swear it.”
I lifted my head, placing my chin on her belly. I stared up through the valley of her perfect tits at her. “You think I don’t know that?”
Her hand paused, mid-stroke. “You do?” She seemed shocked by this. “Then what was all that?” She twisted slightly, and I spotted blood on the linoleum behind her.
Good.
“He touched you,” I said simply. “He made you cry.”
Lu shook her head. “Silly man. I’mhormonal!I’m pretty sure spilled milk would make me cry right now!”
“Then I’d track the cow down who created that milk and we’d have steak for supper.”
Lu laughed, which of course made me feel ten feet tall. I stood, not letting go of her or putting space between us. “You’re ridiculous!”
I nodded. “I thought you took the Morning After pill?”
“I did!” The high-pitched way her voice shifted made me wonder if she thought I wasn’t going to believe her. “Clearly, though, it didn’t work. We didn’t exactly use protection the first few times we were back together.”
She said it like I hadn’t been there or didn’t know that specific fact.
“Oh, I remember.” I skimmed my fingertips up and down her arm, rising goosebumps all along her skin. “You do realize what this means, though, right?”
Lu’s eyes went comically wide. “What?”
“I still don’t have to use protection.” Then I swooped her up into my arms and carried her towards our bedroom.
“What are you doing?”Lu cried out, startled but not afraid.
I headed down the hallway to our bedroom. My house only had one story, plus the basement. The master bedroom was the furthest down the hall, passing Tangaloa’s room that was my old room, my sister’s childhood bedroom that was now a storage room, and a guest room that my mother had designed and I used as my office when needed. The second bathroom was primarily Tangaloa’s and the master bathroom was attached to Lu’s and my bedroom. The only other bathroom in the house was a small one with a standing shower stall in the basement.
I walked into our bedroom, not bothering to close the door. If anyone came into the house now, it was their own fault for what they heard and saw. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
Lu scoffed. “Now is not the time to be fucking, Aloiki! We need to talk!”
I lowered her to her feet before me and raised an eyebrow.
The look she gave me was amused, but mostly irritated. “Seriously? I don’t think this is a conversation we should be having while you’re inside me.”
“On the contrary,” I removed my pants, “I can’t think of a more appropriate conversation to have while inside you. It’s really rather poetic when you think about it.”
She crinkled her nose adorably. “That’s not what I meant,” she grumbled.
I removed my cut, letting it hang over the doorknob to my left.
“And what did you mean,Hokupa?a?” With a twirl of my index finger, I indicated for her to turn around.
Despite her next words, she turned without hesitation. “This isn’t how I wanted you to find out! I was coming out to tell you, I swear. I bumped into Rory in the kitchen”—I let out a low growl at the sound of his name—“and stopped to talk to him. I swear, though, I was coming to find you.”
“I believe you,” I said honestly. Once the knots of her bikini top were undone, I let the material fall to the floor.
