scoops me up by my butt again. He carries me to the bedroom then into the bathroom. "Mace, you don't need to carry me. I can walk."
"But this is more fun."
After an hour of steamy shower sex, we're lying in bed wearing only towels. Mace rolls on top of me and kisses me.
"Your lips are swollen and red."
"Someone's been aggressively kissing me for hours now."
"Hmm. I wonder who."
"Could it be the man who rescued me off an island? Saved my life? Forgave me and helped me remember what I'd forgotten?"
"Sounds like a fantastic guy. A real keeper. Don't let him go."
I kiss him as I'm laughing. "I should get up and work on a plan to deal with Diablo." I push up on his shoulders but he doesn't budge.
"Tomorrow. Tonight stay here in my bed." He wiggles his hips and aligns our bodies.
"I shouldn't."
"I'll make you."
"How will you do that?"
He kisses my neck and I melt again. "Not fair."
"We have years of lost time to make up for. We've got tonight for that. Tomorrow you plan."
"Okay."
Chapter 17 The Haka
Mace
I'm powering into her and losing my mind as I finally bring her home. My hand is on her neck as she arches back, parts her lips, and struggles through desperate gasps before she moans, long and deep through her orgasm. The pulsing of her sweet pussy squeezing my dick sends me flying, and I'm incoherent, seeing stars, trying to savor it, but unable to focus on all of it at once.
I collapse on top of her in a sweaty, panting, sticky heap of flesh and hair. Best sex ever. Making love to this woman is absolute nirvana.
We're both smiling as the adrenaline zings unfettered, our hearts and bodies still shake with aftershocks.
"God, Mace. What are we doing?"
"We're fucking like monkeys." We've been up most of the night testing limits, exploring bodies, and rolling around on the floor like teenagers. "I'll let you rest five minutes then I got something else that'll rock your world."
She shakes her head from side to side. "No." She drags out the word. "I can't take any more."
"Okay. I'll give you ten minutes."
"Don't you have to teach a class or something? What did Sutton call it?"
"The Haka," I say quietly.
"Is it some kind of war dance?"
I roll off her and look up at the ceiling. "No. Common misconception. It's used less rarely for war prep, more often for momentous events. It's a celebration of life."
She turns and rests her torso on top of mine, her hand under her chin.
"Have you ever been back to Hawaii? What island are you from?"
"Oahu. No. I haven't been back."
"Why not?"
"Haka is about family. My bio family in Hawaii left me homeless and hungry on the street. They abandoned me. I gave them up when I came here."
"How old were you?"
"Only two. I don't even remember my mom or dad. They signed away custody and never contacted me."
"Have you thought about contacting them?"
I sigh a long, heavy sigh and pull her closer. Lola asks all the hard questions. "I don't usually talk about it."
"I want to know."
"I thought about it when I was younger. I had this fantasy I'd go back to Oahu and become a surf legend. Now that I'm the big brother to so many other adopted kids, I don't want it. This is my family. I don't want to go pretend to love a stranger. I feel like it would disrespect my parents and dredge up a lot of old shit that can't be healed with words. I'm sure my bio parents just wanted what's best for me. I don't need to hear them say it or make them feel guilty for their decision. Does it matter if they know I'm happy now? Some of the kids have done it. It's not for me."
She stares up at me, waiting for me to continue, but I always land here whenever I get the idea of contacting my birth parents.
"Knowing you the way I do now, that makes sense to me. The past is inconsequential. We can't change it or talk it away. We move forward and enjoy today."
One more thing I like about Lola. She's a good listener. She's compassionate and caring.
"My grandfather was a true surfing legend. Can't top that. California waves are some of the best in the world. Now I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to surf in Hawaii, but I wouldn't want to go looking for my bio parents."
"I saw Henry's tree. I