“Ah,
fuck. Suck me.” Toby fought the urge to
bury his hands in Kaholo’s dark silken hair.
The golden brown man hummed his approval, the vibrations against his
overly sensitive cock nearly sending Toby around the bend. If someone had told him six months ago when
he accepted this job transfer to Honolulu, he’d be experiencing a blowjob from
his male lover on a private beach, he’d have told them they were smoking
something. His plan of working his way
up the corporate ladder hadn’t included the luscious man kneeling at his
feet. One would think at forty he
should’ve had more control than this. “Oh God, Kaholo, please.” He dug his nails deep into his palms to keep
from grabbing Kaholo’s head to end his torment.
His
lover gave him a mischievous smile as he pulled away from Toby’s aching flesh.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His tongue,
pink and moist, rubbed over the crest of Toby’s dick, sending jolts of pleasure
up his spine. “Hmmm, salty. You always
taste of the sea.”
“Shit….” A hiss escaped Toby as another spurt of
pre-come leaked from him. His body was more than willing to give Kaholo
anything he wanted. He trembled when one
of Kaholo’s hands slipped under his full sack to tease at the tender flesh
behind his balls. His breath grew erratic,
even as he looked around the deserted beach.
Private or not, he was taking a big risk, but with his dick one step
away from paradise he could care less about his surroundings. He grabbed at Kaholo’s shoulders when the tip
of an inquisitive digit brushed over his rosette. A low groan ripped free of him as Kaholo pressed
against the tightly furled entrance.
“Easy.” Kaholo gentled him, his finger easing up, his
dark amber eyes reassuring. “We’ll take it as slow as you need – I can wait
until you’re ready, ipo.”
Toby
nearly melted into the sand at the husky endearment if it weren’t for the thick
shoulders under his palms. There was
something about his new lover which had snuck under his guard. It was exactly
this kind of thing that went straight to Toby’s jaded heart.
“I…”
He gritted his teeth at the continual brush of fingers over his back door. He’d
never been on the receiving end of anal play, although with Kaholo he wanted to try. He stiffened when the pressure built. He tried to relax but found he couldn’t. What was I thinking when I agreed to this? He cared deeply for Kaholo but the idea of
giving up his anal cherry was daunting.
“Sirs,
your dinners are ready. I’ve set them up on the terrace as requested.” The stiff reminder from Kaholo’s butler
should’ve had him blustering and trying to jerk his swim trunks up, but instead
he felt only relief as the hand teasing his anus disappeared. The tug of his shorts and the gentle covering
of his cock eased his fear. Kaholo continued
to amaze him – he was nothing like what he expected a gay man to be. He was such a strong specimen of manhood, but
still tender without being overly flamboyant.
“Thank
you, Samuel.” Kaholo stood, towering
over his own six foot height by several inches, surprisingly Toby didn’t mind.
He’d admired the man’s form from afar since he’d first spotted Kaholo during
one of his morning runs along the beach.
In fact, he’d actually stumbled when he’d caught glimpse of the huge man
gliding through katas in the early dawn housrs. “Come, ipo.” Kaholo drew him
closer, dipping his head to brush his lips over Toby’s ear, causing his cock to
throb hard against the silky material of his trunks. “I suppose I should feed
you first, before I devour you.”
“Sure.”
The word came out rough as Kaholo guided
him up the path to the terrace with a hand on the small of his back. When they approached, Samuel looked regal if
not disapproving in his dark suit stood next to the ivory linen-covered table. Set with china, sterling silver utensils, and
crystal goblets, only made Toby sigh. A
simple man, he was much more comfortable with Chinet and plastic glasses. The
luxurious spread reminded him of the differences between him and his lover. Why
was he with him? A working stiff in middle management of a local hotel, when
Kaholo could easily buy the hotel twice over?
Next
to him, Kaholo growled – his frustration with the china obvious. “Samuel,
didn’t I tell you not to use the Noritake?”
He nuzzled Toby’s ear. “Every
time he does this, I swear I’m going to break something.”
“Sir,
you said this occasion was important to both you and Mr. Lehman. Society
dictates on occasions as such this the finest china and glassware should be
used. Your mother would be…”
Moving
away to pull out Toby’s chair, Kaholo glared at the man he’d inherited from his
mother. “Enough, Samuel. I don’t care what my mom deems to be correct.” Toby winced at the cold tone coming from his
lover. “That will be all. We can serve ourselves. You’re dismissed for
the evening.” He turned his back on the
butler before seating himself. Once he
filled the crystal goblet with water, Kaholo took a deep drink. Toby noticed
the fine tremor in his man’s hand after he set aside his drink to serve them -
which was so unlike Kaholo. Before he could reflect any more on the fact, the
familiar smell of manapua teased his nose, distracting him.
“Baked
or steamed, ipo?” Kaholo paused as he held a silver pair of
tongs over the pork filled pastry – a delicious treat Toby had found shortly
after his arrival. The savory meat was
one of his favorite dishes.
“Baked, of course.”
“Heathen.” Kaholo shook his head. Like most natives, his lover found the idea
of baking manapua a crime. Only tourists, mainlanders, preferred the baked
version – true islanders ate the pastry steamed.
Toby
chuckled. “So you say – but I’m a Midwestern boy. We like our bread baked not
steamed.”
After
selecting one of the golden brown pork-filled rolls, Kaholo moved around the
table filling Toby’s plate with various foods – including honest to God mustard
potato salad. His man had gone all out
on this meal. With a murmur of thanks he
accepted the plate – long past the point of protesting Kaholo’s need to care
for him. While still a bit unfamiliar, it was no longer unwelcome. Once Kaholo served himself, Toby reached for
his fork.
Eying
the potato salad, he took a huge bite, hoping the side might actually taste
like his mother’s. He wasn’t holding out
hope, but it had been years since he’d
had any. The Hawaiian version of his
comfort food did not even come close to the original. When the tang of mustard
against cold potatoes and the crunch of radishes teased his taste buds, he
moaned. Across the table, Kahilo’s eyes darkened with desire as Toby licked the
tines of his fork. “Damn, this is good. Where did you find potato salad at on
this god-forsaken island?”
An amused grin tugged at the corners of
Kaholo’s mouth. “I have my ways.” And
knowing his lover, he’d probably ordered the treat to be air-shipped in from
the Mainland, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He’d enjoy the food and try not to worry
about the expense.
The
meal progressed, but without the normal comradery between
them, Toby couldn’t help but notice Kaholo’s unusual restlessness. Where had his teasing lover from the beach
gone? It wasn’t unusual for the other man to be moody after dealing with Samuel
or at the mention of his mother, but this was different – and he didn’t think
it had anything to do with Kaholo’s strained relationship with his family.
There was a tension about the man which
wasn’t normal. Has he decided after my
earlier reaction to his advances that he no longer wants the chore of breaking
in a virgin? Damn I’m so out of my element here – it’s like I’m sixteen again
wondering if Sarah would let me steal a kiss behind her daddy’s barn. After several more minutes of getting only
short answers, Toby finally had enough and pushed back from the table.
“Okay, obviously something is wrong but you’re
not ready to talk. Whether it’s because you’ve changed your mind about doing
this tonight, or are preoccupied with something else, perhaps it would be best
if I headed home.” He wiped his mouth on his napkin before tossing the crumpled
linen on the table next to his empty plate.
Kaholo
jerked as if struck. “What? There’s nothing is wrong, ipo. It’s just that I’ve never…”
His face flushed as Toby stood. “No wait…don’t go. Please, let me
explain, Toby.”
His
lover’s desperation was obvious and Toby softened. It wasn’t that he wanted to
leave, but he wouldn’t stay where he wasn’t welcome. He’d had enough of that on the Mainland when
he’d decided to leave his community after his Rumspringa. What
could it hurt to hear him out?
Finally nodding, he dropped back into his chair, his arms folded across
his chest.
“Ah
hell, I’ve screwed this all up.” Kaholo
toyed with his napkin before meeting his eyes. “I never meant to give you the
impression I don’t want this to happen tonight. I do – badly. I’ve thought of
nothing else since you brought up the possibility.” His tongue swiped across
his lower lip. “However before we try this, I’m going to need more than just a
hand job in return.”
Toby’s
ears began to burn as his stomach sunk. He’d known the more experienced man wouldn’t
be satisfied with hand jobs, and even the clumsy blow job he’d given him last
week for long – he just hadn’t expected an ultimatum this quickly. “So either I
put out or we’re done?” Toby couldn’t
get over the disgust he felt at his words. Now he knew what a woman went
through when her date pushed for sex. “Shit, I don’t believe this.” He squeezed
the bridge of his nose before dropping his hand. “I’ve tried to explain to you
how I was raised. For fuck’s sake, I
grew up in an Amish community where sex outside of procreation was considered a
sin, let alone lusting after a man. I’m trying to overcome nearly twenty years
of teaching, but obviously not hard enough for you…”
Kaholo’s
hand covered his. “Shh. This has nothing to do with our sex life, Toby. I love
the idea I’m your first – the first to tempt you into giving into your natural
urges. I’ve enjoyed everything we’ve
done over the past few months, but I need more.”
Before he could protest once more, Kaholo
slipped out of his chair to kneel next to him. “I want you to move in with me…”
he requested, rubbing his hands over Toby’s thighs. “…to be my man.”
Toby’s
jaw dropped. This was the last thing he’d expected. “Ah…”
“Relax,
ipo, I’m not asking you to marry
me…yet. I simply need more than our ‘friends
with benefits’ status.” He tugged on Toby’s knees, turning him towards him, before
he slid between his parted thighs. “I
understand you not wanting to flaunt us at work – the company you work for has
some very conservative clients.” He
cupped his palm over Toby’s heart. “But to ask me to be your first without a
commitment between us would be a disaster for me.”
Toby
placed his hand over Kaholo’s, relaxing
as understanding washed over him. “You’re not ending our relationship because I
haven’t let you fuck me yet? You want…more.”
A
slow grin crossed his lover’s face. “That’s right. It’s just not about wanting
more, Tobias Lehman – it’s about needing it. So what I said earlier… well that
was more a warning than an
ultimatum.” His hands slipped between
Toby’s ass and the chair – cupping him, supporting his weight. “If you let me
inside this luscious ass, I’m going to want to keep it. You need to be sure
you’re ready for that.” He freed his hands, before slowly standing. Gathering the empty plates, he continued with
a hoarse voice. “Think about my offer, ipo.
Whether I take you or not is entirely in your hands. While I won’t end our
relationship if you refuse, I won’t take you until you’re ready to offer the
same commitment to me.” Stacking the
dishes on the serving cart, Kaholo worked efficiently clearing the table.
All
Toby could do is sit and admire the graceful movements displayed in each pivot
and twist. He was supposed to be deciding but his attention was solely on his
man. His breath caught when a particularly deep bend tightened the fabric of
Kaholo’s pants, molding them to his tight ass.
Without thinking he reached out to touch, his fingers grazing the taunt
flesh before his hand cupped one globe.
He gave a gentle squeeze.
Kaholo
groaned. “You aren’t making this easy, Toby. You’re supposed to be deciding –
not groping me.”
Flushing,
Toby dropped his hand. “Yeah – tell that to my dick.” After trying and failing
to think rationally about the consequences of giving himself to Kaholo, he
realized he needed some time alone. He rose from the chair. “I – I’ll be right
back.” Without waiting for an answer,
he took off – jogging towards the beach.
* * * *
Kaholo
closed his eyes, trying to push down his
longing to chase after Toby. This night
wasn’t going as he’d originally planned – but he’d known it wouldn’t when he’d
awoken this morning with the realization that he wouldn’t be able to give Toby
up if they ended up going all the way, like he’d thought. Their ‘friends with
benefits’ was a ruse, and had been for some time – at least on his part. In
fact, he’d been half in love with the Midwesterner since the first time they’d
met when he’d caught the man as he’d stumbled over a piece of driftwood marking
off Kaholo’s private training area. The warm weight and tangy scent of Stetson
had washed over him when he’d wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller man,
but it had been the surprised longing in Toby’s eyes which had sent him
careened down the slippery slope of love. Now he was afraid he’d pushed too
hard, too fast for his unsure lover.
“Damn
my impatience. I know how he was brought up.
He never hid from me how closed minded his parents, hell even his whole community is. How each and every one of them was a
bigot.” The idea of how close he’d come
to never meeting Toby was quite sobering.
If it hadn’t been for the community’s intolerance to his ipo’s emerging sexuality – the man
would’ve likely stayed in Ohio. “But no, instead they had to mess his head up
so much, he wasn’t able to get past their archaic teachings. Christ it took
nearly an act of God to get him to admit he found me attractive.
In
his pants, his cock stirred at the memory – of how sweet but tentative Toby’s
lips had felt against his as he finally gave into his natural desire for
another man – namely Kaholo. Never mind
the fact that he’d had to ply the man with plenty of Coronas to get past his
inhibitions. He’d soothed his conscious
by reminding himself he’d managed to keep his hands off Toby’s amazing body
while they’d kissed. Not that it had stopped Toby from rubbing
every inch of his against mine while we kissed each other senseless. He’d almost spilled inside his pants like an
untried youth. The only thing which had
stopped him was the arrival of his mother; her distaste for his lifestyle had
not only ruined the mood - but had sent Toby scurrying back up the beach
towards his much more modest home.
He
glanced down the beach, praying that wasn’t the case this time, but after
spotting Toby jogging in the opposite direction of his house, a sigh of relief
escaped him. Then the other man stopped
at the water’s edge. Kaholo leaned against the railing surrounding the terrace.
The set of Toby’s shoulders told its own tale. The man was thinking hard –
which was just what he wanted.
“Sir?” Samuel’s voice sent shards of irritation
through him.
“I
thought I dismissed you for the night, Samuel.”
He knew his tone was abrupt but couldn’t seem to care. If Samuel hadn’t
been like a second father to him following his father’s death, he’d have fired
the man for his interfering ways a long time ago.
“I
was finishing the kitchen clean up when I saw Mr. Lehman
leave. Perhaps it’s for the best.” It
took all of Kaholo’s control to not shrug off the hand Samuel placed on his
shoulder. “He was not suitable for you. Your mother longs for
grandchildren. You can’t give them to
her with another man –especially one as provincial as Mr. Lehman. Don’t you
think it’s time for you to grow up and find a nice woman to settle down with?”
Anger
surged through him, his patience at an end.
He twisted, dislodging the hand, and glared at the man whose opinion had
once meant the world to him. “I don’t care how simple he seems to you. He’s a
good man who I happen to love. I will not give him up for any woman nor the
grandchildren my mother thinks she needs.”
Drawing a depth breath, he said the words he’d promised himself he’d
never say. “You’re fired. Pack your stuff – I want you out of my house in the
next thirty minutes.”
A
muscle in Samuel’s jaw tightened. “You can’t fire me. I was hired by your
mother…”
“Then
go live with her because you’re not welcome here anymore. I’m sure there’s
plenty of room in her bed.” Samuel flinched but Kaholo laughed. “Didn’t think I
knew about your affair, did you? If my mother wants grandkids so badly…why
don’t you quit fucking around and marry her – then your grandkids can be hers
too. After all, your wife has been gone for nearly five years now. I wonder
what she would have said if she’d known
you crawled into my mother’s bed mere days after her funeral.”
“You
have no right.” Samuel whispered before he turned to disappear inside the
house.
Kaholo’s
shoulders slumped. He hadn’t meant to belittle the man’s loss, but he was tired
of the constant condescension Samuel threw his way since he’d come out ten
years ago. He wouldn’t apologize for his attraction to men and now that he’d
made his own fortune and could support himself without the trust his dad had
left him, he wasn’t going to deny himself happiness just because his family
didn’t approve of his sexuality.
“Kaholo?”
Toby’s hesitant voice caused him to jerk.
Turning around, he saw the flush crossing the strong cheekbones as Toby
licked his lower lip. Kaholo had to wonder how much of the conversation he’d
overheard. “I’m sorry you had to hear that.”
He wanted to open his arms and draw the man close, to forget about the
dirtiness of his confrontation.
Toby
shoved his hands into his pockets, shifting uneasily, before meeting Kaholo’s gaze. “Did
you mean it?”
“That
he was fired…yes. No man in my employ gets to talk about you in such a way, ipo.”
Toby
shook his head. “No, the other.” His voice dropped to a whisper, which Kaholo
wouldn’t have been able to hear, if he hadn’t been as close as he was. “Do you
love me?”
His
heart softened at the lost look in the older man’s eyes. In matters of love between men, Toby was much
younger than his forty years. Kaholo
pulled him into his arms. He pressed his mouth against Toby’s temple, brushing
his lips across it. “Of course, I do. I wouldn’t have asked you to move in with
me, if I hadn’t.”
Kaholo
felt the slow smile against his chest before Toby tipped his head up. Then came the words he had hoped for. “I’ve decided. I’m ready to have you make
love to me.”
Kaholo
froze. His elation tempered by the thought that maybe he was hearing things.
Toby liked to think things over – it took the man nearly a week to accept his
first invitation to supper at Kaholo’s house.
He couldn’t have made the choice
that fast-could he? He leaned back,
turning Toby’s face up towards his with his knuckle. “Just to be clear here –
you’ll move in with me?”
Toby
nodded. “I’ve never had anyone try to protect me before. When you told Samuel
you wouldn’t…” He fumbled a bit. “Let’s just say hearing you would give up…made me realize you were in
this for the long haul – even when it meant your family would be against it.”
“I’ve
never hid the fact I’m gay, ipo. If
my mother chooses to believe this is just a phase I’m going to grow out of -
that’s her problem. I’ve never been attracted to women, only to men.” He pulled him closer. “Particularly a man who quivered the first
time I kissed him. So if you think I’m giving up something to be with you – get
that idea out of your head – I’m not giving up anything I want.” He cupped
Toby’s chin. “One day if we decide we want kids – we can adopt or look into
surrogates.” He brushed a kiss over Toby’s mouth. “But first I want to see you
spread out on my bed.”
Toby’s
eyes darkened. “Then what are we waiting for?”
* * * *
A
lone lamp illuminated the large sleigh bed sitting in the center of Kaholo’s
room. Toby wiped his damp palms on his jeans as he stepped across the threshold
for the first time. He wondered why all
of their exploring had occurred downstairs on Kaholo’s leather couch when he
had this magnificent king-sized bed set up above their heads.
“Because
I would’ve had you long before now, ipo.”
Kaholo shut the door behind him, answering his unspoken thought. “I wouldn’t
have been able to resist. The fact we were downstairs kept me honest.” He toed off his shoes, before reaching for
the buttons on his silk shirt. “Strip – now.”
The
glittering desire in Kaholo’s gaze had him swallowing nervously even as his
dick tightened painfully against his zipper.
He grabbed the hem of his own shirt, yanking the garment over his head
only to still at the warm caress of a tongue on his nipple. A low sound built in his chest as the
pressure grew when Kaholo drew the small nub into his mouth, nipping and
lashing at the captured flesh. A spurt of pre-cum dampened his jeans. “Aw,
fuck.”
“Soon,
ipo.” Kaholo released his flesh to straighten. He helped Toby untangle the shirt from his
arms. As the cloth cleared his head, he
took in the sight of Kaholo’s bare chest. Lifting a hand, he reached out to
tweak one of his nipples – a hot button for Kaholo – only to have the man stop
him.
“Don’t.
You do that and this will end quicker than I want.” His voice was guttural. “Strip and get on the bed while I get the
supplies.” He exited the room to what he
assumed was a bathroom. “I don’t hear
you moving, ipo. Either you lose the
jeans before I come back in, or I’ll rip them off you.”
He
heard the sound of running water, before the words finally sank in. What is he doing? But even as he thought
it, he proceeded to strip out of his jeans.
He’d just jumped under the cool sheets of Kaholo’s bed when the man
returned wearing nothing but a robe and carrying a tray containing a bowl of
steaming water, a bottle of lube and…a butt plug? His balls tightened at the
sight of the sex toy. Is he honestly
going to shove that in my ass?
“Good.” Kaholo set the tray down on the stand next to
the bed. “I’d have hated to tear up your favorite jeans.” He pulled Toby into his arms, his mouth
crashing down on his. He parted his lips
with a moan, and as a reward enjoyed a flavor uniquely Toby’s. As their tongues thrust and rubbed together,
Toby slipped his hands inside his robe. He loved having his lover’s palms
against his skin. God his man was so curious and he wanted to indulge him every
chance he got. Kaholo parted their
mouths giving a frustrated groan, tipping his head ‘til their foreheads met.
“Damn for a man who’s never kissed a man before me you sure picked up on it
quick. I nearly came from your taste
alone.”
Toby
flushed, leaning back against the pillows.
“Thanks - I think?”
Kaholo
stood – yanking down the covers exposing every inch of Toby’s body before
reaching for the lube. Toby watched, as he drizzled the lube over the plug, his
earlier apprehension returning. “Relax.
I’m not going to just cram this up your ass. I want to play with that thick
cock of yours while I tease you with this. Not only will this stretch you for
me, but it will give you a preview of how great it’ll feel once I’m in you.”
A
growl escaped Toby. “What do I need to do?”
His stomach clenched with desire when Kaholo gave a slow smile. “Just
lay back and relax, ipo.”
* * * *
Toby
thrashed around as Kaholo fed another inch of the plug inside him. He gritted his teeth to keep from spilling as
he hung onto his own ankles. With his
parted legs hoisted above his head, his cock dripping copious amounts of
pre-cum from the through rimming Kaholo had given him, Toby was ready to
explode from the building pleasure.
“Ahhhh.” He arched his back as Kaholo, who was lying
on his stomach between Toby’s legs, finally sank the butt plug to the
hilt. He could feel the narrow base now
resting snugly against his ass cheeks.
“Shhh.” Kaholo rubbed the back of his tense thighs,
before helping him lower his legs down. “The plug is in now. The burn will
ease…”
The
shift in position made the toy touch a spot so sensitive it caused Toby to cry
out. “Oh my God!” He wiggled, loving the
sharp sensation. He was almost there – from nothing more than a plug inside his
ass. “Please, Kaholo!” He grasped at his
lover, trying to hold on as he trembled on the edge of what was sure to be a
stellar orgasm.
“Is
it too much? Do I need to remove the plug…?”
Toby
opened his eyes, reached up, grabbed Kaholo and dragged him close. “Don’t you
dare. Do something please!” He begged.
“I’m burning up!”
Understanding
dawned in Kaholo’s expression. “Already, ipo?
Damn, how did I get so lucky.” Evidently not expecting an answer, he dove
between Toby’s legs, swallowing his cock to the root.
“Fuck!” Toby jerked as his balls tightened at the
lash of his man’s tongue over the engorged crest and down his straining
length. He cried out at the gentle tap
Kaholo gave the plug, sending it rubbing over that spot – the one promising
nirvana. Fighting the urge to fill his
lover’s mouth, he nearly had it achieved until a harsh moan vibrated around his
cock – one he was all too familiar with – Kaholo wanted his cum and wasn’t
happy Toby was fighting the urge.
“I
want you in me before I come, please…Kaholo!”
He screamed as his cock erupted when Kaholo twisted the plug inside
him. The happy noises Kaholo made were
oblivious to him as the other man fucked him through his orgasm with the
plug. Each time the toy rubbed against
his prostate another wave of pleasure hit him until he was lying like a limp
rag on the bed.
Kaholo
released him with a soft lick. “Damn that was hot, Toby. I think you’re going
to love having me in your ass.”
Opening
his eyes, Toby beckoned him closer with his finger. Kaholo moved forward until
their faces were inches apart. “Fuck me,
NOW.” His demand had Kaholo’s eyes
widening.
Toby
groaned as the plug was replaced by hot damp head of Kaholo’s lubed cock. “Relax, push out for me.”
He
did as suggested, gasping as the head snapped past tight ring of resistance . He pushed up, wanting more. Kaholo’s hands tightened on his hips as he
fed more of his dick into Toby’s tight ass.
When he finally sank to the hilt, they both cried out.
“Ah,
fuck….move.” Toby pleaded his fingers
digging into Kaholo’s shoulders. “I’m
gonna come again.” His cock, once again
hard, smacked against his abs. He
wiggled - looking for the friction.
Kaholo
hissed. “Are you sure?”
“Yes!’ Toby threaded his fingers through the long
dark hair spilling over him, before plastering his mouth against Kaholo’s. Kissing him frantically, he mumbled words of
need against the younger man’s mouth.
Kaholo
cursed and ripped his mouth away as he began to buck against Toby. “You asked
for it, ipo,”
“Yes…oh
God yes….so good.” His head swam with
the building pleasure. Every thrust of
Kaholo’s hips sent him closer to edge. If he’d thought the plug was nirvana,
his love’s cock was nirvana squared. He
was delirious with pleasure. “Aw fuck me, Kaholo...” His climax hit him broadside, his cock
spewing between their bodies as he screamed the words he’d learned shortly
after he’d started dating Kaholo. “Aloha
wau ia oe!”
Above
him, Kaholo stiffened, warmth filling Toby as he held Kaholo through his own
rapture. When it was over Kaholo collapsed over him, his warm weight welcoming
as he gasped for breath. Finally Kaholo
lifted his head off Toby’s shoulder, his amber eyes moist as they met Toby’s.
“I love you too, ipo.”
Enjoy this? Look for the rest of Dakota's Beach Temptations.
Coming out late July!
