Authors: D. D. Ayres
Rival Forces (32 page)
He flexed her knees against his shoulders and scooped a hand under her butt to lift her to the right angle and then he was pushing down. Her body tingled and burned in response to being filled, but even that was not enough.
She reached down and grabbed his ass, pulling him even tighter against her.
The hunger in his movements created a delicious friction, her body pulsing with every shift of muscle and cock. She closed her eyes, the better to just feel.
As he pounded into her she began to see him dancing behind her closed lids. The undulations now punctuated by thrusts of his cock that lifted her butt higher and harder against him. It was all that she had been feeling as she watched him move, and more. This was only for her, and him.
Suddenly he was holding her hips and thrusting into her with everything in him. Her head made little squeaky noises against the floor but she didn't care. His breath came quick and sharp between his teeth. She held her breath, holding on against the moment that pleasure spun her out over the edge, away from everything safe and secure and known.
And then she dropped, spiraling through an ecstasy as powerful and blissful as the man above her.
He came with her, grunting his pleasure into her ear as he slammed himself into her and held there, pumping out every drop into her.
They lay in silence for some time. The moonlight spilled in from the double doors open onto the night. She had no idea where they were, who lived here or might have heard them. Gradually, she realized that she could hear music and laughter, and smell roasted pork. Below it all was the hiss and roar of the ocean. They hadn't gone far from the party. In fact, they were on full view to anyone who might happen past the doors. But she no longer cared.
She closed her eyes, shutting out the world beyond them.
Kye's body, heavy and sated, sprawled across hers. This was paradise. If anyone didn't understand what had just happened between them, she felt sorry for them.
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“What's this? Tears?” Kye was leaning over her, moonlight spilling its pearly luster over his bronzed shoulders.
“Don't be crazy.” She playfully batted his hand from her cheek and sat up on the floor. “I don't cry. I never cry.”
He rolled up into a seated position, spread his legs, and then pulled her in between them, her back to his chest as they gazed out on a night grown quiet after the dispersal of sleepy guests. He wrapped both arms around her to hold her close as he kissed her neck.
She folded her hands over his muscular arms, hugging his hug. “I want⦔ Lord, this was hard. But maybe she'd done harder things. “I want to learn what you need to make you love me.”
Something moved in his chest, something less than laughter but more than a growl. And then he was turning her to face him. And he was smiling. “
Maâaneâi No Ke Aloha
, Yardley.”
She strained to see his expression in the dark. “You said that to me before, on New Year's Day. What does it mean?”
He used a thumb to brush away her non-tear. “Love is here and now.”
“Oh.”
His
aloha
smile turned dangerously hot. “
Nou No Ka âIâini.
”
“So I want to know that meansâ¦?”
“Let me show you.”
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“Since I totally deserted my
tutu
's birthday party before the cake, could you make it clear to my grandmother that your interest in me is deeper than lust?”
Kye was scooping cereal into his mouth. It was sunrise in what Yardley had learned was his grandmother's beach house. Amazingly, his grandmother had not come home last night.
Yardley smiled, feeling the expression slip and slide across her face as if she'd had too much to drinkâdrunk in love with Kye. “Why would I do that?”
“She worries. She says all that women see when they look at my pretty face is a good time. I'm a beefcake bimbo. She's says that the reason I haven't married is that women ogling me, like last night, have ruined me for a serious relationship.”
“Maybe she's right. I was in total ogle mood last night.”
He looked at her darkly over his coffee cup. “What about this morning?”
“You're fishing for compliments? You are
so
vain.”
He shrugged smugly. “I know what you think.” And he went back to drinking his coffee.
“What I don't understand is why your
tutu
encouraged you to take dance lessons. She had to know you in a loincloth was not going to be good for local morals.”
“To the contrary. It's a Hawaiian tradition. She's very strong on tradition. I've been dancing since I was ten. She told my parents it would keep me off the streets and out of gangs.”
“I guess it worked. Does Law know about your talent?” He scowled at her and Yardley chuckled in delight. “Oh, now I'll have leverage with you.”
“Nothing new about that.”
She watched for a few moments longer, wondering why he hadn't brought it up. “Don't you have any questions about why I'm here?”
“Oliver told me a woman was coming to us for a job as a handler. I'm guessing that's you.”
“I need a job.”
“You need to explain that.”
She did, quickly, about Law deciding he wanted to settle down and making plans for marriage, and how it coincided with her desire to take a break from Harmonie Kennels.
He watched her with a careful eye, giving away nothing of his feelings in his expression. “Hm. You don't have a job? I've always been attracted to strong independent working women.”
She tried to match his laid-back attitude. “That's why I thought I should sign up with a SAR organization. I've always wanted to see the world. Work alone with a dog.” She sat up. “Oleg!”
“He's with Oliver. Or rather, Oliver is with him. He texted during the night and sent his thanks. He slept in your hotel room last night as payment for his dog-sitting services.”
“How would heâ?”
“He's Oliver. He can talk nearly every woman out of her panties. I'm sure getting a key to your room wasn't a stretch for him. Nor making friends with Oleg. He's a dog man.”
“Remind me, I owe him a big fat kiss.”
“Over my dead body.”
Yardley just smiled.
Kye smiled, too. “As it happens, BARKS is always on the lookout for competent people. Of course, you'd have to pass muster with the bosses.”
“Oliver says you do all the hires.”
“So I guess you'll have to get in good with me. How about you move in and we'll discuss it?”
A cloud sailed past Yardley's blue-sky smile. “It might be too soon.”
“I was thinking about those twelve years we wasted. But if you want more time.”
“No.”
She moved to straddle him in his chair, scissoring her legs so that his erection, poking up from the towel he'd wrapped around himself after a shower, could find her groove. “Show me the muscle dance again.”
He gazed down his good-as-new nose at her. “This is getting to be a habit with you.”
“Gee, I hope.”
She scooted up tighter and kissed him, hearing the stomp and rhythm of lust pulse in her blood. A rhythm as primitive as time.
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Dear Readers,
Writing the K-9 Rescue Series has taken me on many adventures and introduced me to wonderful people and dogs. I work hard to portray them realistically. But, sometimes, words can't quite do justice to the research. I thought I'd share these videos to enhance your enjoyment of
Rival Forces
.
Lily, a Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever, has a unique ability to scream when in trouble. It's a sound that has to be heard to be believed. Let me know if you agree.
Toller Scream
:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YLAipVibHSE
I couldn't write about Kye's Hawaiian ancestry without doing research. Tall, dark, and sexy, he was a natural for male hula.
Hula Kahiko
involves chanting, percussion, discipline, strength, and is story-driven. Banned for more than a century, it's roared back to popularity. Check it out. You'll understand why.
Male Hula
:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=389wVVny2XU
Okay, one more:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sm2nDzlzhu0
Let me know if you enjoyed the video links!
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