May (Calendar Girl #5) by Audrey Carlan Read Free Book Online

mother.”
    My eyebrows narrowed of their own accord. “Why is your mom last?”
    He shook his head. “We save the best for last,” he responded, but I thought that just might be a line to prevent me from kicking him in the nuts.
    When we arrived at our destination, to say I was surprised would be an understatement. For some reason, I expected something far more tribal and island looking. This home was painted as blue as the sky above, had white trim and a wraparound porch. Sprawling green lawns with palm trees everywhere dotted the property line. There was a long, wraparound driveway with no less than twenty cars. Twenty . For a family dinner. If you invited my entire family to dinner we could all arrive in the same car.
    The moment we walked up, I could hear a dull roar. Voices all around. Inside and farther away as they were somewhere out behind the house. Overall, I was floored by the best sound of all—the rounds of laughter coming from all directions. Joy. I felt it the moment we walked through the very modern plantation style home located deep in the heart of Oahu.
    Tai wordlessly held my hand and led me from room to room. There were people in every corner. All of them looked up, watching our progression through the house with smiles across their brown sugar colored faces. There was no judgment; there was nothing but a sense of curiosity that tinged the humid air as we passed.
    Eventually, we made it out back, which was where the party was really being held.
    “Is this a family dinner or reunion?”
    Tai kicked his head back and laughed out loud. Several heads turned our way at the sound of Tai’s rumbling baritone. “Mia, this is the same every Sunday night. My family is very close. Everyone participates, brings a dish big enough to feed around forty to fifty people. They take home whatever they can in the same dish they brought their own offering in. No mess.”
    I clinched his hand. “But we didn’t bring anything,” I worried my lip with my teeth, suddenly concerned that we weren’t following Samoan protocol for a good party.
    “Of course we did. What do you think you are?”
    “Me?” My eyebrows pinched together so tightly that a tiny spike of pain shot through my nasal cavity.
    He pulled me into his warm body. I loosely wrapped my arms around his form, clasping my hands over his rock hard ass. Jesus, I wanted to take a bite out of that ass. Once again, I bemoaned the fact that we had been interrupted and we didn’t get to finish our romp the way I would have liked. Meaning me having trouble walking tomorrow.
    Tai licked his sinful lips, pressed his forehead against mine and his voice got low, so low I felt it in my hoo-hah. “Don’t look at me like you want to fuck me, girlie, or I’ll be nailing you to the closest wall, and fuck all who hear us. And they would hear you. Nothin’ beats making a woman scream out in pleasure when you’re buried balls deep in her flower.”
    Yep. That pretty much stunned me silent, until Tai stood in front of another mammoth of a man. This one had his shirt off, wearing nothing but a pair of board shorts. I glanced around and noticed that everyone was wearing similar beachwear. Tai, however, was in a pair of cargo shorts and a polo. It’s a look Hector, my Gay BFF back in Chicago, coined as “golf chic.” Tai could wear anything, or better yet nothing at all, and look good enough to eat.
    “ Tama .” Tai announced our presence using a Samoan word that had to mean dad or father, to the man that stood near the barbeque. He lowered his gaze, and I followed suit not knowing what was appropriate.
    “Son, who is this you have brought to our home?” His tone was welcoming and friendly. Tai looked up and smiled.
    “ Tama , this is Mia Saunders. Mia, this is my father, Afano Niko.” I held out my hand and he shook it. “She is working with me on a modeling campaign.”
    His father’s eyebrows rose up into his hairline. “Another model? I thought you’d learned