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"Take me to bed, Brodie," my voice rasps, needing to feel him right now. If he makes me wait any longer I might just combust because my veins are on fire at the mere thought of the positions he could be putting me in right now.

"Will we sleep?" He taunts, taking a nibble against my collarbone as his fingertips graze my hardened nipples beneath my shirt.

I can't even answer his question because my throat is becoming too dry and the feeling of his touch has my mind jumbling the words I want to say, keeping them stuck in the back of my head.

He watches me intently, chuckling under his breath at my speechlessness. Freezing his movements, Brodie allows me a moment to catch my breath. Seeing my chest rising and falling again, he prods, "Or will we play?"

The hardened muscle in his pants teases me as it grinds into my groin, stimulating my clit as he rubs himself against it.

"We'll play," I croak weakly, feeling a bolt course up my body.

Mud sticks to nearly every inch of the two of us, our bodies stroking one another and causing an even bigger mess. The combination of his edging words and the assault of the rain pummeling down onto the back porch of the beach house has me soaked in every area of my body, including the one between my legs. Brodie has me pressed against the glass of the backdoor, his biceps on display as he holds me in his arms and makes me pant with longing as his mouth starts to place hungry kisses against my neck.

"I'll take you to bed, then," he finally agrees, his breaths spilling against my ear and causing goosebumps to trail down my spine.

Keeping me suspended in his hold, he twists the knob of the backdoor open, kicking it closed with his foot and causing a loud slam to echo through the house once we're inside. Our ears listen closely for any more sounds or voices, but all we can register is the silence that lingers between our heavy breathing. I use that as my permission to crash my lips onto his, moaning into his mouth as our tongues intertwine. He fists my wet curls in his hand, arching my head back so that he can kiss me deeper.

"But I think I need to lick you clean first," he growls, carrying me up the steps, all the way through the bedroom, and into the shower.

He sets me on my feet, yanking on the faucet and blasting the shower onto the hottest setting possible. The water heats quickly, and my heart is beating so damn hard inside of my chest that it hurts. Darting my fingers to the beltline of his shorts, I untie the strings holding them together and jerk them, along with his boxers, off his waist. He kicks them off of his legs when they reach his ankles, freeing his already stiff penis and making my pulse beat faster. Giving me a wicked smile, he tears his t-shirt off of my body while I shimmy my denim shorts down my legs. My bra and panties still cling to my body, but he takes care of those, yanking the straps of my bralette down and slipping it past my hips as he strips me of my underwear too.

Muddy, brown water rushes down the drain, the steam and heat of the shower slowly washing us clean of the earth dirtying our bodies. Wanting to play with him the way he does me, I begin to touch myself, struggling to hide my smile as I moan.

"Where do you want to scrub me down first?"

He gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing as his hungry and amused eyes stare at me, looking as if he's trying to decide where he wants to touch me first.

"You're a little bit dirty here," he lies with a chuckle, placing his palm against my upper thigh and inching his fingers closer and closer to my slit. He causes my breath to hitch as he presses his knee between my legs, pushing them open further for him right before he starts to rub his thumb cruelly against my clit.

"Oh god," I cry, my head falling back against the shower wall because what he's doing is slowly turning me to Jell-O.

Leisurely, he pushes a finger inside of me, giving a few gratifying pumps before he adds another and stretches me further. I watch him as he finger fucks me, the slight furrow of his brow, the water that drips from the ends of his hair, and the upward tilt of his lips making my head spin.

"Mmm," he hums, swirling his fingers and making me moan louder as my sex contracts around them. "You're so tight, right now."

My blood runs hot as steam envelops us, and I suck in the humid air around me, needing to fill my lungs because Brodie's making me lose more oxygen with every push of his finger. Withdrawing his hands, he drops to his knees, making me gasp as he clutches onto my ass and pushes my pussy towards his mouth.

"Baby," I whimper, unsure if I'm begging him to stop or keep going because the throbbing between my legs feels so painfully good.

"Tell me when you're about to come," he instructs me, giving me a sample of what he's about to do as he allows his tongue to slither between and part my lower lips. "Because I want to feel you around me when you do."

I nod agreeably, wanting that as much as he does. His tongue starts to lick me from the outside, slowly working its way down, playing with my clit, and then slipping further towards my opening.

"Oh. my. god."

I'm practically dry heaving at this point, and he must be getting satisfaction from the sounds he's forcing out of me because his mouth shoves harder against me, tempting me to make more. My mouth is hung open, my eyes unable to look away from his as he tastes me with his tongue, licking me harder and rougher with every second that passes.

Heat is spreading through my chest, pleasure making my mind start to go hazy and causing my cheeks to grow warm. "Brodie, I-" I start to say, but this feels so damn good and I don't want him to stop. But the sensation builds some more and reluctantly, I admit, "I'm about to come."

But despite my confession, he doesn't stop yet and my nerves are stirring my body, making the muscles in my legs electrify and threaten to shake.

"Brod-," I nearly wheeze, his name getting cut short as he sucks my clit between his teeth. "I'm... going...to..."

"Oh, fuck," he hisses, springing up from the shower floor, lifting one of my legs, and shoving himself inside of me. The peak of my climax suddenly dips, my orgasm pleasantly interrupted by the sting of his erection filling and stretching me.

"Yes," I cry out with relief as he thrusts in and out of me, slow and deep. "You feel so good."

"So do you," he growls, his forehead pushing against mine and pressing me into the tiled wall. "I've been thinking about making love to you all day."

His words are like music to my ears, provocative and sweet, and making all the hairs on my body stand as his hands wake every single inch of my body. He's not just fucking me right now, he's making love to me, and that statement makes me feel so secure. Secure, and safe, and cherished. And just like that, another one of the walls Jason forced me to put up comes crumbling down.

I relax further, lifting my leg higher to allow him to drive his hard-on farther into me. Brodie takes his time, unhurriedly and patiently pushing in and out of me, provoking me to become wetter for him.

"Do I feel as good you imagined?" I coax him, making him bear his teeth as a smile pulls against his lips.

"No," he shakes his head, "You feel so much fucking better than what I imagined."

The water pouring from the shower head starts to turn cold, making us both shiver from the abrupt chill it places against our skin. Sighing, Brodie pulls out of me, shutting off the faucet and making me anticipate what he's going to do next as he turns my back to face him. I'm taken by surprise as he bunches my hair into his hands, squeezing down the ponytail he's made and wringing out my curls for me.

Grinning from ear to ear, I turn back around to him, returning the favor as I ruffle my fingers into his soaked hair, and shake some of the water-free.

"Thanks," he says, giving me a wink before pitching me back up into his arms. Our bodies are slick against each other as he carries me out of the shower.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask, my arms clutched tightly around his neck as he walks us into the bedroom.

"To bed," he smirks, throwing me back onto the cover-strewn mattress. "Like you asked."

The wetness still clinging to my body immediately dampens the sheets underneath me, but it's not like we're planning on sleeping in them right now anyway so I don't make a fuss.

With his feet planted on the floor at the edge of the bed, Brodie grips my ankles, bringing my pussy to him with a single jerk. Bunching my ankles together, his hands hold my legs up while he teases my slit with the tip of his cock. Gently pushing my legs further back towards my head, he carefully pushes back inside of me. This position makes it feel like he's going a lot deeper and I melt, unable to do anything but close my eyes and enjoy finishing what we started back in the shower.

"Baby," he moans, the sound of his voice making my sex clench around his length. "You're always so wet for me."

"You're always so hard for me," I retort, feeling my breasts bounce each time he pumps himself inside of me.

"I want to feel you come around me," he begs with a husky voice. "Do you want that?"

"Yes," I nod earnestly, feeling my orgasm starting to climb and pleased when he lowers and spreads my legs open again.

Keeping steady movements that gradually grow harder and faster, he works himself inside of me. His thumb meets against my swollen clit again, moving in circles and making my body writhe against the mattress.

"I love watching you, Lani," he pants, trailing his gaze down my face, breasts, and stomach.

I love you watching me, too.

"Oh, fuck," I whimper, reaching the crest of my climax all because of the way his eyes are devouring me right now. "This feels too good."

"That's it," he coaxes me, relishing in the fact that he's pleasing me so much. "I'm almost there too."

"Harder, please," I request, chasing my orgasm, my entire body and mind on the brim of coming completely undone.

His hands clutch onto each side of my waist, his hold gentle and rough at the same time as he thrusts into me. His movements remain fast, evoking louder sounds from both of us as we rock the bed, our skins damp from either our shower together or sweat- or maybe even both.

My pussy clenches tighter around his hard-on, an electric current of pleasure surging through my body and causing my legs to begin trembling relentlessly.

"Holy shit, Brodie," I cry out and he covers my mouth, muffling the rest of my moans with his hand because we have no clue when the others are supposed to be getting back.

"Oh my god," he shudders, slipping out of me and quieting the sound of his own climax by burying his head in the crook of my neck. His erection twitches as it presses against my hip bone, releasing his come against my stomach and making us both gasp for the air we've stolen from one another.

And I think that might have just been the best damn sex we've ever had.

Brodie places a sweet kiss against my forehead, and I swear I can hear his heartbeat as his fingers play in the mess of my hair. Staring down at me affectionately, he utters, "You're unbelievable. Seriously so goddamn perfect."

My fingers stroke his back, my hands dreading the idea of ever pulling themselves off of him because I don't want this to end. I'd stay in this bed with him forever if I could. The cry that threatened to leave me last night is caught in my throat again, and I'm frustrated at the struggle it takes to hold it back. I've worked so hard to train my emotions over the last few years, to hold back my tears even when I'm sobbing on the inside but Brodie makes it impossible. He's forced me to feel emotions that I didn't even know existed and a part of me hates him for how much he makes me feel... because feeling, like this, is terrifying. But the much bigger part of me- the majority of me- loves him so much.

Tears well up in my eyes, but I clear my throat and gulp them back, hoping that he doesn't notice.

"Lani?" He hushes out softly, forcing me to look at him. He notices... because Brodie notices everything. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I answer truthfully, keeping my tears at bay. "Nothing's wrong. This is perfect. You are perfect." I take a deep breath before continuing, but there's still a small quiver in my voice, "I don't want to go back."

Wrapping his strong arms around me and tugging my body closer against his, he just holds me. My tense muscles soften under his tender embrace, and I silence the thoughts coursing through my head, refusing to let them carry me away from this moment.

"Well, I want to go back," he finally responds and I cock my head in confusion as to what he means. "Cause I'm ready to watch my beautiful girl kick ass at her surfing competition in a few weeks."

"You're planning on going?" I blush, feeling giddy thinking about having him there to cheer me on, even if he has to do it in secret.

"Of course, I'm going to be there. I would be an idiot to miss it. You're a badass out on that water."

"I'll make sure and do a little extra snap... just for you, " I smile with a wink, suddenly not even caring about the tricky circumstances of our relationship because all that matters anymore is the fact that he's mine.

Brushing a strand of hair away from my face, a smirk rises to Brodie's face as he challenges, "I'm holding you to that."

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I shift uncomfortably in my seat at the Molokai airport, nearly every muscle in my body aching from our day-long bike ride yesterday and... other activities. The airport isn't but three gates wide, and Alana, Delk, Murphy, Brodie, and I wait impatiently for our plane and its pilot to finally arrive.

The ringlets of my best friend's hair bounce as she paces in front of us, bored out of her mind and practically losing her shit without the stimulation of her cell phone that she's run the battery down on.

"Alana, sit still," I laugh, "You're making me dizzy with all those circles you keep walking."

"But I'm dying," she groans, throwing her head back dramatically. "Can I please just use your phone? I'll just scroll through a few TikToks or something. Please god, anything. I'm so bored."

"I already told you it died last night."

"So why didn't you charge it?"

"I left my charger at home, remember? Pretty sure you were a little tipsy at the time, but I told you that, too. Sorry, chicka."

"This blows," she huffs, finally plopping down into a seat but still restless as she noisily taps her foot. Good gosh, she's loud.

Leaning over, I whisper into Brodie's ear, "This girl is going to drive me insane!"

He chuckles at my annoyance but graciously holds out his phone for her to take, "Alana, here."

"For me?" She gasps, childlike wonder in her gaze as her eyes take in his cellphone.

"For you," he laughs, but I'm almost positive that his electronic sacrifice is actually for me and my dwindling sanity.

Alana plucks it from his hands happily, its bright screen lighting up her beaming smile as she leans back and occupies herself with it. Our seating area is finally quiet again as she scrolls through the phone, no noise coming from Delk or Murphy either as they lie asleep, mouths agape, in some nearby chairs.

"Thank you," I hush over to Brodie, enjoying one last moment of calm with him before we hop on the plane and ship ourselves back to O'ahu.

"Oh, I almost forgot," I hear him say beside me as he reaches into his back pocket. "I got this for you back at that gift shop we stopped at this morning. I've been waiting to give it to you because I knew your stubborn ass would have tried to tell me to take it back."

He holds out his palm for me to see, and my eyes widen at the dainty, golden necklace in his hand. I inspect it closely, smiling when I recognize the engraving of Hawaii's islands on its circular pendant.

I look up at him in awe, so charmed by its simple beauty and still trying to figure out how in the hell he managed to buy this without me knowing.

"Brodie, you really shouldn't have. You've given me enough surprises already. I can't take this from you."

"Yes, you can. And you will," he nods insistingly, unfastening the chain and swooping it around my neck. He clips it together again, fiddling with it between his fingers and centering it against my chest.

A boyish, charming smile pulls against his lips and my heart swells as he whispers against my ear, "For my forever island girl."

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