Page 43 of Deadly Aloha
And it was one less road name for me to remember.
It helpedso muchwhen the club’s cuts came in. Holly and I each got one too. Ours said our man’s nickname for us, along with our Property patch. Mine saidHokupa?aand Holly’sLittle Owl. The club members wore their cuts like they were a part of their skin. Even the ones who refused to wear shirts, like Aloiki, wore his cut as if he’d been born to it.
After a bit of persuading, the club was in the process of buyingShakaloha Brewery. Janko would be the manager instead of the owner, and would be the club’s only member that wasn’t an Officer. Part of the deal about selling the brewery as well as joining the club was that Janko did not want to be an Officerora Prospect. Technically, Mal, or Bacon, was now the owner, as he fronted the money for the club to buy the brewery and the club was going to work over time to buy him out.
I wasshockedwhen I learned that Aloiki wanted to partner with Yooko. The only secret on O‘ahu that was bigger than Yooko’s ‘meals on wheels’ business was Superman’s true identity. And while Yooko did not want to become a part of the club, he was looking to expand his business. The club offered him regular security and the funds to be able to do that, but Aloiki wasnota silent partner.
In addition to the new businesses the club now owned or was partnered with, the farm was under construction. Aloiki had given his boarders thirty days’ notice to vacate or sell their horses, and now the barn was getting a complete renovation. It would be more of a bunkhouse than a barn soon, though the stalls would still remain. The twins were crashing with Bacon and Holly since their loft in the barn was no longer livable. A temporary shed had been set up in the back pasture for ourhorses, of which we now had seven. Two of the boarders had chosen to sell, and Aloiki was happy to accept the bills of sale.
The new bunkhouse was expected to be three times the size of the old barn. Allowing for room for the horses, the members to move on property, a meeting room, and a room Aloiki lied to the construction crew about, claiming it to be a BDSM dungeon. We all knew what it was in reality, but no one was speaking about it, and for good reason.
Personally, the less I thought about it, the better. The entire concept of a torture room made me queasy.
Actually, I’d been queasy a lot recently. I thought it was guilt making my stomach go all wonky all the time. Shortly after Aloiki and I got back together, I went to see my old OB and got on the Pill. My hope was that it wouldn’t mess with my hormones as much as my IUD had. Years ago, I’d tried the injection and had a bad reaction, and given how my body had started to reject the IUD, I preferred to try a daily contraceptive this time. After taking the Morning After pill twice in the same week, I had to scramble to make an appointment.
Aloiki was insatiable, even more so than when he’d been in his twenties. We’d used condoms until I had gotten the new prescription. But when I got to the placebo pills this week and realized that I hadn’t gotten my period this month and all I’d gotten last month had been a few light spots?
Well, I’d had to sneak down to the basement to find a test. We kept a supply down there for the breeding videos. A number of our subscribers wanted to see the bred woman pee on the stick and then her ‘reaction’ to being pregnant.
I had no intention of having any audience, but I had to confirm my suspicion.
I loved kids, but that didn’t mean I wanted any of my own. In fact, Aloiki and I had been very clear about that from the beginning of our relationship a decade ago. No kids.
Yet, I really shouldn’t have been all that surprised when the second line appeared on the test. We really hadn’t been that careful. We’d played with fire, and we’d gotten burned.
Sitting there on the closed toilet seat, I laid my head back against the wall. “Well, fuck.”
I askedmykukuonce why she loved mytutu kaneso much. This wasn’t a question I could pose to my parents, who fought on a daily basis. Not the way Aloiki and I fought, but hate-your-guts fights that should have ended in divorce years ago, but they took too much pleasure in causing each other pain to do that. But seeing the difference in my parents’ versus grandparents’ relationships, I had to ask that question.
Mykukusaid that Akamu was her person. Good or bad, rain or shine, he was her person. The first person she thought about when she woke up and the last person she thought about before she went to sleep. The person she reached for no matter the circumstances. The person she knew she could rely on regardless for everything and never questioned his presence.
The day I met Aloiki Ka’ana’ana, he became my person. It happened so suddenly and fast that I hesitated to tell him so soon. Looking back on it, he felt the same way. His actions have always been louder than his words, but I wasn’t ready to listen. We were together for five plus years before I left him and separated over four. Even apart, he was still my person.
At his core, Aloiki was a protector. That didn’t mean he wasn’t an asshole too. Nishi and he got on like crab and tea, but they always agreed that they loved me. Even when she was pissed at him, Nishi had no argument against the fact thatAloiki wasn’t an assholeto me. Domineering, overbearing, and forceful, yes, but not an asshole.
I got asked once why I allowed Aloiki to share me with other men. First and foremost, because it was hot as fuck. There was a power exchange I couldn’t really describe, and the knowledge that I could always say no. I loved being worshiped and doted on, and the men Aloiki chose were never random. They were men he caught admiring me, men he knewwantedme with every fiber of their being. He enjoyed being the one who had the power of allowing them that desire, or denying them.
That was one of the biggest differences from our relationship before to now: Aloiki no longer shared me.
He meant to. The first porn shoot we did upon my return had just been us. The second one was supposed to be with two others. Aloiki had made it known that, while the club members were allowed to participate in the shoots if they chose, none of them were going to ever be ones who touched me. I thought that was a decent rule, since I rarely saw the men he shared me with again and would like to keep it that way.
We’d been mid-shoot, and thankfully it hadn’t been a live one. I’d worn a butt plug all day in anticipation of Aloiki taking me anally while offering my pussy to the two other men. It had been just like before. I sensed nothing wrong, nor did I feel anything wrong. It was hot as hell to see the other two men antsy with excitement because theywanted me.
But at the last second, right before the other two men came on camera, Aloiki called it off. I was confused, thinking something was wrong. Tangaloa had taken the other two men out, who were boisterously disappointed, and then returned to ask Aloiki if he wanted to keep shooting.
Aloiki had just shrugged, flipped me over onto my belly and then fucked my ass with such vehemence that I had troublesitting down for days. Suddenly, there was a new rule in our relationship: it was just us.
And I thought it was hot when Aloiki had the power over who he shared me with? It wasnothing, absolutelynothing, on the excitement and arousal I felt when he declared that I was solely his. It was significant in a way I hadn’t even realized was necessary for us, something I hadn’t known I’d wanted until he provided it to me.
So as I stared at that plastic stick I’d just peed on with two little pink lines, I knew there was no question of paternity. The baby could only be Aloiki’s.
Ababy. I really wasn’t all that shocked, especially with how reckless we were the first few days of our reunion. I couldn’t even blame it solely on Aloiki, because I was fully aware every single time we had unprotected sex. Had I been subconsciously aiming for this?
I didn’t see how or why. I’d never been overly maternal or had that baby fever that a lot of women talked about. I’d never had the urge to be pregnant.
Staring at the positive pregnancy test, though, it was surreal. Iwantedthis baby.
I shouldn’t. I should be trying to figure out my options because Aloiki had been very clear about not wanting to be a father. I should be putting my efforts into finding Nishi and then helping her through whatever heinous acts had been committed against her.
