Page 44 of His Hawaiian Heart
I had to hand it to him. He wasn’t about to retreat. I buckled the cinch and patted Sugar’s flanks. “How about this? I’ll add a surfing trip to our list and let you know when.”
“That depends on who is included in the ‘our’ making up this list.”
I rolled my eyes. “If you haven’t figured that out, you don’t need to be taking time off to surf. You need to go see a doctor.”
His laugh had McNut turning his head to look at him from where he stood patiently waiting. When Kekoa recovered himself, he shook his head. “I have a feeling that if I go and see your doctor, you won’t be thanking me.”
I growled and he held up his hands, palms facing me. “Whoa, just kidding. But seriously, kaikua?ana, whatever is on that list, just keep doing it. I honestly can’t recall the last time I’ve seen you so relaxed. It’s nice.” He propped a hip against the stall door. “Speaking of which, it’s been what, a month, since you’ve stopped being so tightly wound?”
“Funny, but for some reason, I don’t recall that being the subject we were discussing.”
“Well, we’re speaking of it now. When are you finally going to bring your doctor over so I can meet her?”
I chuckled. “You’d think someone who is always claiming nothing gets past him would be aware that the good doctor has been making regular house calls for weeks.” It wasn’t often I caught Kekoa with his pants down, but watching his mouth drop open reminded me of how enjoyable it was when I did.
“How in the hell did I miss that?”
Swinging my leg over McNut’s back, I hooked Sugar’s reins in one hand and look down at Kekoa, though his height of six four didn’t require much of a tilt of my head. “I never said she made them in the daytime. Now, if you can manage to stop asking useless questions and move your ass, I’d appreciate it. I don’t want to be late for my swim class.”
“Do I even need to mention that you were swimming before you could walk? You don’t need any class.”
“Who said I was the student?”
He shook his head but did step aside so I could guide McNut and Sugar down the aisle and toward the open door. But he didn’t stop talking.
“Fine, but I’m gonna tell Tutu that you’re shirking your duties.”
I didn’t even bother to turn my head. “Have fun with that,” and then I applied the slightest pressure with my heels and McNut broke into a trot, Sugar keeping pace right beside him.
McNut no longer really needed any signals from me to find his way. Kekoa hadn’t been that far off on the length of time I’d been making this trip. Sometimes by car, but most often on my horse’s back. Though today would be the first time I’d be his sole rider. Sugar was for Sam and I was anxious to see her in the saddle. Granted, not as anxious as I was to see her in a bathing suit, but I figured that went without saying.
The familiar notes of her cat-call whistle sounded as I rode down the path leading to the camp. I answered with my wolf whistle and smiled as she pushed up off the rock she’d chosen as her chair.
“So this is Sugar?” she said as I halted the horses.
“It is. Sugar, meet Samantha.”
Samantha wasn’t anywhere near as formal. She simply walked up and ran her finger down Sugar’s forelock. “Aren’t you a lovely lady?” she said softly. When McNut huffed, she grinned. “I’m not ignoring you, handsome, and I didn’t forget.” As I swung down, she pulled a napkin from the pocket of her khaki shorts and opened it.
She never gave him an entire cookie. She “shared” hers. Though from the amount of macadamia nuts the napkin held, I had to think she was sharing about a half dozen of the treats.
“Does Sugar like nuts too?”
“She actually prefers carrots, even though her name is Sugar, but I’m sure she won’t turn her nose up.”
Samantha shot me a smile and reached into her other pocket, pulling out a bag containing carrot strips. “A girl deserves to be treated when she’s about to be ridden.”
My cock twitched and I chuckled. “Duly noted, babygirl. What treat should I pick up for you?”
Her hands were flat, both horses daintily picking the treats from her palms, but she turned her head to look up at me. “A kiss is the only treat I want.” She smiled and brushed her palms together after they were empty. Then she turned and grinned. “Though, if you want to subtract a bit from that tally you keep telling me is rising, that would be pretty great too.”
“Not a chance,” I said, hooking her and pulling her toward me. “And, it’s my turn for a little attention.”
“Poor boy, feeling neglected?”
I lowered my head and nipped at the very sensitive skin just below the shell of her ear. “Feeling horny is far more accurate.”
She laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard a Dom actually use the word horny.”
