May (Calendar Girl #5) (5 page)

Tai continued to look his fill while stroking his dick. A pearl of liquid coated the top, and I licked my lips. “You want a taste, girlie,” he offered in that gravely tone that sent shivers racing down my spine and my over-sensitive skin. I couldn’t respond. The room had faded into only him and my need to press every single inch of my body to his. I nodded and he stopped his strokes. “Lick me. Taste what you do to me.”

Scrambling forward and getting on my hands and knees, I leaned forward, and just when my lips were close enough that he could feel my breath on him, I looked up. His eyes were dark as night, his bottom lip pinned between even, white teeth. Keeping my eyes on him, I flicked out my tongue and lapped up his essence. The tangy, salty sensation sent a wave of fresh liquid to pool between my own legs. He inhaled loudly. “I can smell your flower, girlie. Smells like liquid sunshine.” He let out a long breath. “I’m gonna feast on your body until you pass out. You want that?”

Instead of responding, I engulfed his member and guided it down my throat. His hand threaded through my hair, not quite tugging, more like his fingers flexed against my scalp as I pleasured him. The fingers gripping my scalp without pressing was an entirely new, pleasant sensation. Balancing on my knees and one hand, I lifted my free hand to wrap about the base of his manhood. He was far too large for me to take him any deeper than halfway, and I prided myself on my ability to take a man down my throat. It was a skill I had, one I’ve been told many women don’t. With his size, half was all I could swallow. The thought that this cock was going to be splitting me open soon had me doubling my efforts. 

“Slow down, girlie.” He pulled me off his cock with a wet plop. Then he maneuvered himself onto the bed, his long body stretched out like a buffet. I didn’t know what I wanted to taste next, more of his succulent cock, or the dip between each square pec. “Straddle me. I want to eat you while you suck me off. And you
will
take every drop.” His tone was forceful, but more in the I-am-the-boss-in-the-bedroom way. And with him, I gotta admit, it worked. I straddled his wide shoulders and he gripped my hips. Before I could even move my hips down toward his mouth, he’d already tipped his head and sunk his tongue deep between my folds.

“Oh fuck, Tai,” I yelled out wildly, bucking on his face as he pressed on the back of my thighs, widening me further, spreading me so wide that I must have looked like a frog about to jump off a lily pad. I was definitely about to jump… into a mind-numbing orgasm. He had me riding his face, pleasing him completely forgotten as I ground my sex onto his face. Tai was a world-class pussy eater.
World-Class
. Hands down, one of the three best I’d ever had, right in line with Alec and Wes. Only with Tai, he gorged like a man who’d been locked up for a decade and the only thought for those ten years was the taste of my pussy.

Within minutes, I was coming all over his tongue. That seemed to egg him on. Through the noisy way he ate me, I could hear small grunts, or words.

“Sugar.”

“Soaked.”

“Mmm.”

“All day.”

“Eat you all day.” Was the last thing I heard before I came down from the first high, falling against Tai’s body to land near a rock hard cock that almost poked my eye out. Lifting up weakly, I wrapped my lips around his massive dick and went to town the second I got that burst of his flavor. I licked, sucked, nibbled, and stroked, giving it my all until he was lifting up his toned hips to meet my downward movements.

His dick turned dark, angry, hinting that he was about to go off. I gloried in my ability to give this giant pleasure, take him there the way he was taking me. When he pressed two thick fingers into my sopping center, my body strung up tight as a drum. One more pluck and I was going to lose it.
It
being a hurricane-sized orgasm the likes of which I’d not experienced since my time with Frenchie. Those fat fingers of Tai’s knew exactly what to do and zeroed in on that hidden nerve inside and put the tickle pin on it. Titillating it with the pads of his fingers over and over, until I had no choice but to lock my lips around the head of his cock and suck like my life depended on it. At that moment, I gave Hoover vacuums a run for their money.

Tai’s hand pressed deep, his lower half lifted off the mattress to go further into my mouth. It felt like I was riding a wave. Rolling warm waves rushed over me as I came against Tai’s fingers and mouth just as his essence shot down my throat in long, ropey bursts. When I sucked him dry and he finally removed his hand from between my thighs and laid his head flat against the mattress we both sighed. A bone weary release of pent up sexual tension. As if I weighed nothing, he spun my body around, maneuvered me against his non-tattooed side, and held me close.  

“Next time we use this,” his tone held mirth as he held up the unused condom between two fingers.

“Deal,” I laughed, cuddling into his side. He smelled of the ocean, sex, and me. A delectable combination.

There was another man that always smelled of the ocean and I closed my eyes trying not to bring him into this moment. I’d just had incredible sex and was planning on having a lot more of it and soon.

Not now
. I reminded myself.
Enjoy the sexy Samoan while you
can
.

Tai slid his hands up and down my back and then up and into my hair where he rubbed my scalp. I’m pretty sure I purred like a kitten under his talented hands.

“You like that,
haole
?”

I anchored my chin on his chest and traced some of the ink over his heart. “What does
haole
mean?”

He smiled, leaned forward, and pressed his lips to my forehead. It was an incredibly sweet gesture for someone who just manhandled me like a Dominant in a BDSM club. Well, probably not. I didn’t know jack about that lifestyle, but he definitely had the dominant nature down.

“
Haole
, means foreigner.”

“I much prefer girlie,” I grumbled and licked his nipple. His resounding laugh at my sarcastic comment rumbled against my ear and shook me to the core. I could already feel the stirring of desire once more. Just from his laugh. Boy, was I in trouble.

“Noted, girlie,” he said in that timber I was beginning to love. He lifted me up, and took my lips. And I mean took. Tai Niko did nothing half-assed in the bedroom. It had become abundantly clear in the time we’d already spent together that he put his all into giving pleasure. He owned that kiss as if he was competing for an award, which he would have won.

Chapter 4

Oddly enough, we didn’t end up using that condom as planned because just when our last kiss started heating up, Tai got a call. And then another, and another, and another. Apparently, Sunday night dinner was a big deal in the Niko family. So now, after only one day of knowing Tai, which consisted primarily of the two of us going down on one another, I was about to meet his family. His
entire
family.

“Now Mia, my family is cool. The coolest. However, you are white, a mainlander. So if they make a comment on your being
haole
, just go with it. Our people are very proud of our culture, our heritage, and our family lines. They will treat you well and welcome you with open arms… as long as they don’t think we’re in a serious relationship.”

“That should be easy. We’re not. I’m here on a job for just under a month. End of. I’m happy to reconfirm that. If we play a little on the side”—I knocked his giant bicep playfully with my own—“then that’s a bonus. Right?”

His lips twisted into a grin so sexy I wanted to smother it with my mouth and gobble it up. “You got that right, girlie. Now come on, in my home you meet my father before anyone else. Then you’ll meet my brothers, and then my mother.”

My eyebrows narrowed of their own accord. “Why is your mom last?”

He shook his head. “We save the best for last,” he responded, but I thought that just might be a line to prevent me from kicking him in the nuts.

When we arrived at our destination, to say I was surprised would be an understatement. For some reason, I expected something far more tribal and island looking. This home was painted as blue as the sky above, had white trim and a wraparound porch. Sprawling green lawns with palm trees everywhere dotted the property line. There was a long, wraparound driveway with no less than twenty cars.
Twenty
. For a family dinner. If you invited my entire family to dinner we could all arrive in the same car.

The moment we walked up, I could hear a dull roar. Voices all around. Inside and farther away as they were somewhere out behind the house. Overall, I was floored by the best sound of all—the rounds of laughter coming from all directions. Joy. I felt it the moment we walked through the very modern plantation style home located deep in the heart of Oahu.

Tai wordlessly held my hand and led me from room to room. There were people in every corner. All of them looked up, watching our progression through the house with smiles across their brown sugar colored faces. There was no judgment; there was nothing but a sense of curiosity that tinged the humid air as we passed.

Eventually, we made it out back, which was where the party was really being held.

“Is this a family dinner or reunion?”

Tai kicked his head back and laughed out loud. Several heads turned our way at the sound of Tai’s rumbling baritone. “Mia, this is the same every Sunday night. My family is very close. Everyone participates, brings a dish big enough to feed around forty to fifty people. They take home whatever they can in the same dish they brought their own offering in. No mess.”

I clinched his hand. “But we didn’t bring anything,” I worried my lip with my teeth, suddenly concerned that we weren’t following Samoan protocol for a good party.

“Of course we did. What do you think you are?”

“Me?” My eyebrows pinched together so tightly that a tiny spike of pain shot through my nasal cavity.

He pulled me into his warm body. I loosely wrapped my arms around his form, clasping my hands over his rock hard ass. Jesus, I wanted to take a bite out of that ass. Once again, I bemoaned the fact that we had been interrupted and we didn’t get to finish our romp the way I would have liked. Meaning me having trouble walking tomorrow.

Tai licked his sinful lips, pressed his forehead against mine and his voice got low, so low I felt it in my hoo-hah. “Don’t look at me like you want to fuck me, girlie, or I’ll be nailing you to the closest wall, and fuck all who hear us. And they would hear you. Nothin’ beats making a woman scream out in pleasure when you’re buried balls deep in her flower.”

Yep. That pretty much stunned me silent, until Tai stood in front of another mammoth of a man. This one had his shirt off, wearing nothing but a pair of board shorts. I glanced around and noticed that everyone was wearing similar beachwear. Tai, however, was in a pair of cargo shorts and a polo. It’s a look Hector, my Gay BFF back in Chicago, coined as “golf chic.” Tai could wear anything, or better yet nothing at all, and look good enough to eat.

“
Tama
.” Tai announced our presence using a Samoan word that had to mean dad or father, to the man that stood near the barbeque. He lowered his gaze, and I followed suit not knowing what was appropriate.

“Son, who is this you have brought to our home?” His tone was welcoming and friendly. Tai looked up and smiled.

“
Tama
, this is Mia Saunders. Mia, this is my father, Afano Niko.” I held out my hand and he shook it. “She is working with me on a modeling campaign.”

His father’s eyebrows rose up into his hairline. “Another model? I thought you’d learned from your last mistake,” he grumbled, his voice now concerned, holding judgment. Obviously, something had happened in the past that his father did not want Tai to repeat.

“Mia is not my girlfriend,
Tama
. Just a close friend. She’s only on the island for the month. Then she will take her leave.”

That seemed to perk the grump right up. He slapped a hand onto Tai’s shoulder and squeezed. “Well good, good. Then she should eat and talk with the family. Learn of the Samoan culture while she can.” Tai smiled wide and proud.

“My thoughts exactly.”

I met Tai’s brothers, all massive, all good looking, and with different variations of parts of the tattoo that I’d seen on Tai. The sun burst on the ball of Tai’s shoulder was the same as his father’s with the rays of light reaching down his arm and out onto his chest. On Tao, Tai’s older brother, I saw the same turtle tattoo. Another couple of his brothers shared similar black bands of ink around the forearm, and leg. There were a variety of patterns I hadn’t had a chance to evaluate in our rush to get dressed and out of the house.

Once I’d been razzed and hit on by each of Tai’s three brothers, he led me through the house back toward the kitchen. I was on number two of the Niko family’s special beverage they called Lilikoi’s Passion, which Tai told me roughly meant ‘passionate for passion fruit’ or something equally silly. All I knew is that it was yummy and made my belly feel warm and my mind feel free. The last time I drank, I ended up in bed with my client, Mason Murphy, in my skivvies. Which didn’t end well for his girlfriend, though nothing happened. Mace was like a brother to me. And like all good alcoholic beverages, random thoughts of all the people I needed to reconnect with popped into my head, friends like Hector and Tony, Mace and Rachel, and Jennifer, the director’s wife back in Malibu. She should be a few months pregnant by now. And of course… Wes. We texted and for now, that was enough. Seeing the picture of him and Gina supposedly dating front and center on the cover of my favorite smut mag didn’t help my thoughts on reaching out. Nope. I was in Hawaii to work and have a good time. Work started in a couple days and the fun part was already happening. In the warm, sculpted arms of my own personal version of ‘The Rock’.

Tai stopped in front of a tiny speck of a woman. Her black hair was long and braided intricately. Her forearms appeared strong as she stirred something in a pot.