Casey
It’s only Maui. It’s his arms holding me. His body pressed against mine. There’s no one here who will hurt me.
Even though I wanted him, and needed to be with him right now, part of me kept reliving the night with Seth and his friends. I knew I needed to get past it, and for me, that meant taking this step. If I didn’t do this now, I might lose my courage. Realistically, I knew not all men were like Seth and the others. Maui would never do anything to cause me pain. Not intentionally.
“Are you sure?” he asked, backing me against the shower wall.
“Yes. I need this, Koa. I can’t heal without it.”
He went down to his knees, then lifted my legs over his shoulders, opening me up. I tensed for a moment as he spread my pussy lips apart, and I felt his hot breath against me. The first swipe of his tongue was a shock. The second had my muscles relaxing. It wasn’t long before pleasure started to build, and I found myself gripping his hair and pressing his face tighter against me.
He sucked my clit into his mouth and worked a finger inside me, pumping it in and out. When his teeth scraped the swollen bud, I cried out, bucking against him. He doubled his efforts, and I came so hard, I nearly saw stars.
I’d thought he’d stop, but he didn’t. He added a second finger, stretching me. Even though I’d given birth eight months ago, I felt the burn.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he murmured, licking me again. “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock. You have no idea how badly I want you.”
“Then take me,” I said.
“Bed. We need to move to the bed. Our first time together shouldn’t be in the shower.” He pulled my legs off his shoulders and stood, bracing his hand on my hip to keep me upright. “You’re not some club whore, or easy pussy from a bar. You’re my woman, and I want to treat you right.”
“Next time. Don’t make me wait. Not right now.”
He groaned and lifted me. I put my legs around his waist, and I felt the head of his cock brush against my pussy. He pushed inside me, and I held my breath as I stretched to accommodate him. I didn’t know much about dicks, but his felt thicker than what I assumed to be the average.
“You okay?” he asked.
I felt his cock flex inside me and I nodded. Gripping his shoulders, I hoped he wouldn’t change his mind and stop. I held his gaze as he slowly thrust into me, each stroke making those same sensations build again. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was coming.
“You need me to stop, say so.”
“Keep going,” I said.
He reached between us and rubbed my clit. Every swipe of his thumb sent shockwaves of pleasure through me. When I finally came, I saw the heat flare in his eyes and knew the second his control snapped. He held onto me, pinning me tight against the wall, as he fucked me hard and fast. He drove into me like a man possessed, not stopping or slowing.
He groaned and I felt the heat of his release. I’d thought that would be it. But not with my Maui. No, he kept going, his hips slapping against me. He shifted, changing the angle, and every stroke pushed me closer to something I’d never felt before. The feelings building were so intense they nearly frightened me.
I screamed as I came, and felt the gush of my cum. I not only soaked myself, but him as well. My cheeks warmed when I realized I’d squirted. I’d always thought that only happened in books or in porn. No one had ever told me it was a real thing.
“Oh my God, I…”
“That was fucking hot,” he said right before kissing me breathless. “Are you sore?”
“I don’t think so.” My heart hammered in my chest, and I squeezed his cock with my inner muscles. He pulled out, and I felt his cum slide down my thighs.
Maui took his time cleaning us both, then led me to the bedroom. Instead of getting dressed in a fresh set of pajamas, he tossed me onto the bed, flipped me onto my stomach, and lifted me onto my knees.
“Spread them wide. I’m not done with you yet.”
I fisted the covers as I obeyed his commands. He held me open and licked my pussy, his tongue flicking against my clit. He sucked, nipped, and teased me to orgasm three more times before his heavy body came down over mine. He flattened me to the bed, my thighs still spread wide.
Maui thrust against me, his cock brushing my clit with every stroke. I whimpered and squirmed under him, wanting so much more. Now that I’d had a taste of him, I didn’t think I’d get enough. My cheeks warmed again as I realized he’d turned me into a woman mindless with her need for sex. Or rather, sex with him. I didn’t think it would have been this intense with anyone else.
“If you want my dick inside you, come for me again, baby. Give me that cream, and I’ll fuck you so good you’ll still be feeling it tonight.”
Tonight? I turned my head to look at the bedside table clock. Four in the morning? We wouldn’t have long before Becca would wake up needing her diaper changed.
He bumped my clit again and I came, just as he’d wanted. The feel of his cock shoving inside me made my toes curl. He gripped my hair, forcing me to hold his gaze. As he took me with a ferocity I hadn’t expected, I realized what he was doing. He was erasing the memories, just as I’d asked of him. My eyes burned with tears at how sweet Maui was, and I fell for him even harder.
He kissed me as he came inside me. Afterward, he cleaned us both up with a wet washcloth then held me in his arms. “That wasn’t too much?” he asked, smoothing my hair back from my face.
“No. It was just what I needed.”
He pressed a kiss to my forehead, and I closed my eyes, letting sleep pull me under. Not once had I been scared, like I’d thought would happen. I hadn’t had any flashbacks while he’d been inside me, or holding me down. For the first time since that night, I felt like I might actually be free.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“Anytime, baby.”
* * *
I rushed around my dad’s kitchen, trying to help Maui as he prepared a Hawaiian dinner for everyone. Every now and then, I paused and tried not to wince. I might have told him I wasn’t sore early this morning, but hours later? Totally different. I almost felt raw, and my jeans were definitely chafing.
Maui leaned in close to whisper in my ear. “Better stop getting that look on your face. It makes me want to strip you naked and bend you over.”
“Would you stop?” I playfully smacked his arm. “My dad is in the other room!”
“Pretty sure he doesn’t think you’re a virgin, or that we haven’t slept together.”
“I can hear you,” my dad yelled from the other room. “And I don’t want to hear it, so shut the hell up.”
Maui snickered and I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. I’d never been so embarrassed in my life. He finished cooking while I set the table. I’d asked what he was making, and he said it wasn’t a traditional Hawaiian meal but was the closest he could get on short notice. Teriyaki chicken topped with pineapple slices and served with a side of Hawaiian fried rice and Hawaiian rolls. Solena had already made dessert, and from the scent when we’d walked in the kitchen, I thought she’d made a coconut cake.
“Dinner,” I called out. The kids rushed in first, with my dad following. He guided Solena into the room, his hand on her lower back. She really did look ready to pop at any moment.
“It smells great,” Solena said.
Everyone dug in, and the conversation flowed well. Until my dad decided to lob a bomb at Maui.
“I found it odd you asked for time off, then disappeared while my daughter and grandchild were left here. If you didn’t need time for a family vacation, where the hell were you?” he asked.
What the hell was my dad up to? The way he phrased it, and the look in his eyes, said he knew Maui had been up to something illegal. And while I hadn’t told him what my biker had been doing, I’d given enough away he’d known it could be something bad. But why was he starting this in front of the kids? Was he really that pissed about it?
“I never said I was taking them somewhere. I told you I had something personal to take care of.”
My dad glared at him, and I had a feeling this wouldn’t end well. Before we came here, Maui had asked if I wanted to tell my dad what happened to me, or if I wanted him to do it. At the time, I’d said he should. Why? Because I was a coward. He might call me strong, but I wasn’t. I couldn’t bear the thought of hurting my dad and knew my confession would tear him apart.
“I lied before,” I said softly. “I knew where he was and what he was doing, but it’s not something we should talk about right now.”
Dad paused with his fork halfway to his mouth. I couldn’t hold his gaze, but the tension in the room increased by a million. He might not know what I was going to say, but he could tell it wasn’t something good. Plus, I’d admitted to lying to him. I knew he wouldn’t like it. In fact, he was probably both hurt and pissed right now.
We finished eating, and Solena herded the kids from the room.
“We’ll have cake after I get the kids ready for bed,” she said. “They can go ahead and take their baths and put on pajamas.”
I looked to where Becca sat in her highchair. She was too young to understand what was going on, but I didn’t like the thought of talking about this in front of her. Maui stood and kissed the top of my head. “I’ll take her to the other room. Talk to your dad and if you need me, give a shout.”
“Or you can put her in the playpen and bring your ass back in here,” Dad said.
“Or I could do that,” Maui agreed. He picked up Becca and left the room with her. I shifted in my chair, still unable to look at my dad. When Maui returned, he sat beside me and took my hand.
“Start talking,” Dad said.
“There’s something I’ve kept from you. A lie by omission.”
“For how long?” he asked.
“Since I came here,” I whispered. “I was too ashamed to tell you. I only confessed to Maui because I’d refused to let him claim me. When he pressed me for an answer, and I told him why we couldn’t be together, it opened up old wounds and I…”
A tear slid down my cheek. Maui lifted me onto his lap and put his arms around me. I snuggled into him and tried to gather the courage to tell my dad the rest. My story spilled out in bits and pieces. When I’d finished, I had tears streaking my cheeks.
My dad’s hand shook as he ran it over my hair and forced me to look at him. The anguish in his eyes gutted me.
“I wish you’d told me,” he said.
“I left to take care of Becca’s sperm donor,” Maui said. “And one of the others.”
The way he said it, and the look in his eyes told me he’d discovered the truth I’d never allowed myself to believe. Seth hadn’t been Becca’s father. She didn’t look anything like him, but she did share some traits with Dylan. I hadn’t conceived her during the first time Seth and I were together like I’d always told myself. It had happened the night he and his friends raped me.
Still, even knowing the truth, he protected me, and didn’t treat Becca any differently from before. He didn’t care who’d donated to her DNA. As far as Maui was concerned, Becca was his and that was all that mattered. I didn’t know how I’d gotten so lucky to find a man like him.
“They’re all dead?” my dad asked.
“Two are. The other two will be soon,” Maui said. “One is in prison, getting extra special treatment. The other is overseas. Casper VanHorne sent someone after him.”
“Good. I want those fuckers burning in hell where they belong.” My dad stood and leaned down to hug me. “And I’m so fucking sorry, Casey. I should have noticed something was wrong. I guess I didn’t push because I was scared I’d lose you. We’d already been apart for seventeen years. I couldn’t handle any more time away from you.”
“I love you, Daddy. I’m sorry I kept this from you.”
“I understand why you did.” He kissed my cheek and left the room.
“You know the club may be told about it,” Maui said. “I can’t stop him if that’s what he decides to do. You going to be okay if that happens?”
“I’ll manage. I just don’t want Becca to ever find out.”
“She won’t. I’ll make sure of it.” He kissed me softly. “Come on. Let’s go check on our daughter. We’ll have cake with our family, then I’m taking my girls home. I have a surprise for you.”
As much as I’d loved what we’d done early this morning, I really hoped his surprise didn’t have anything to do with sex. Otherwise, I’d need a heating pad or an ice bath to take care of any swelling.