Page 46 of Whispering Waves

“Well, I can feel that you do, so yes, mate. Let’s try it.”

He picked her up and walked back to the bedroom with her.

He turned her in his arms, and their kiss began and didn’t stop until hours later when the bed was destroyed, the room reeked of sex, and Nina was on Kimo’s chest. She murmured, “When are the guys going to be here?”

“Just after we get the bedding taken care of. Oh, and back into the shower with us.”

She giggled, and he sat up carefully and got to his feet. He walked into the bathroom, and when he was slowly rubbing her back, his knot relaxed, and the clear-out hit the drain.

She pressed her forehead to his shoulder. “That is so embarrassing.”

He laughed. “That is my efforts and yours.”

“Yeah, I just never figured hard work would be so gloopy.”

He snickered and helped her ease her legs into a more normal position. It was far easier now. Her aches and pains were being whisked away as soon as they arose. It made for much longer sessions.

She laughed, and they soon cleaned up. He gathered the bedding and headed to the laundry room. Nina dressed, went to make some coffee, and got to work on omelettes. He loaded the dishwasher, and they had breakfast together.

He kept looking at her and grinning. She finally asked, “What?”

“You have water jets.”

“In my hands only. Don’t make it weird.”

“That is how you blasted your attacker off.”

“Yeah. The rush hit when the water got into my lungs. I just wanted him away from me, so... kaboom. Then I puked the water out of my stomach and lungs until I was in hospital. Freshwater. He got hit with saltwater.”

“Can we practice with the jets?” He looked cheerfully excited.

“Sure, just not around my brother. He might be jealous.”

Kimo smirked. “Ah, we should get dinner into the slow cookers. I will start the meat if you chop the veg.”

“What are we having?”

“Pulled pork and a vegetable stew with fresh bread.”

“Wait. You don’t have to chop the meat.”

He grinned. “You caught that, huh?”

“Yeah. I am guessing you put a rub on the pork already?”

He laughed. “Yes. After I tucked you in but before I came to bed.”

She snorted. “Fine. Let’s make dinner happen.”

He held up his palm, and she high-fived him. Together, they got to work.

When Drake walked in, the rain was starting. The guys carried in their equipment that they didn’t want to get wet, and when they were in, Kimo hit the controls that threw the storm shutters down; inside and out, the doors and windows were protected.

Lights were bright the moment that the shutters went down. The storm set in about half an hour after the chips and dip were set out.

It was rather like hosting a sporting event.

When her mark began to throb, she shifted her shoulder under the wrap she had put on. Drake had already commented on her new clothing with a compliment, but she had no idea if he knew she had a mark.

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