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  Josie smiled at that simplistic answer to all of her problems. There was a reason why Karen was such a successful bartender beyond the world of mixing drinks. She could write a book on how to get people to realize the problems in their lives weren’t actually problems. She just had that ability to simplify things. Maybe that came with tragedy, but Josie was grateful for it. She put the twenty on the bar and stepped away from it.

  “I’ve had enough of being a traitor tonight,” Josie said with a raised eyebrow.

  “Have a good night, love,” Karen called after her as Josie headed back to her bungalow.

  There were around fifteen people on the island of Tarobi who worked as taxi drivers willing to make the loop into the supposedly native and authentic town that sat on the other side of the island.

  Yes, while there were a few farmers, fishermen, traders, and other people living in the town of Tarobi, most of them were feeding off the tourists. There were three bars, five restaurants, and two clubs that made them the dominant industry on the island that competed with the resort.

  The bungalows that were home to the Shifters were on the far side of the town and were actually extremely nice. They were the state of the art in design and furnishing when it came to this sort of small living space. She loved the intimacy of it and the fact that it was more secure than any other building she had lived in.

  Gathering her workout clothes, Josie decided it was important to actually do something productive during her time of terror and confusion. She didn’t need to waste any more time at a bar or wandering around the beach with a book that she couldn’t focus on reading. So instead, she would go to the gym and she would work on her body. There was always more work that needed to be done and she wasn’t going to waste time.

  Heading back to the Royal Palace, she went to one of the smaller gyms that the employees were encouraged to use with vigorous emphasis on the fact that beautiful and fit employees definitely drew more clients to their resort. There was always a strong emphasis on this to the female members of the resort’s staff, something Josie hated immensely. After all, the fact that they were all fuck toys tended to get her blood boiling.

  At the gym, she focused on cardio for a while, watching the other patrons dwindle down until she was alone again. Josie hit the free weights and listened to the music, marveling at the stillness within her as she worked out. There was no conflict, no worry, no anxiety that she had been dealing with for the rest of the day. Here, there was only silence as she stared at herself in the mirror.

  She watched the sweat run down her face, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and her eyes intensely illuminated by the workout. She wasn’t about to give up on herself and she wasn’t about to give into the demands of fear. She was a strong woman and she would be a strong woman until the day she died.

  When the door opened and closed, she turned and casually glanced at who might dare to interrupt her vigil. When she saw that it was Kheem, she smiled at him and was so happy to see him there. It was in that moment that she knew exactly what it was that she wanted to do. She knew without a shadow of a doubt in her mind that this was the man that she wanted to have a child with.

  Whether this was the only child she ever had, or just the first, she wanted it to be with Kheem. He was the kind of man who was worthy of her. For two years they had been romancing each other, orbiting around each other in such a passionate swing that she couldn’t help but give into the momentum and inertia of all of it. She wanted to collide with him and become one. She wanted to have this child.

  Setting down the weights, Josie approached him with the precision and the momentum of an arrow being released. He looked at her with his chiseled features and his black, inky skin, his face luminous with the smile spreading across his lips. His arms spread out, openly accepting her as she approached him. She wrapped her arms around him and placed her lips on his. He had the blessed features of a man gifted with plump lips that were perfect to fall into, to meld together with on a most passionate and powerful kiss.

  She could feel his warm hands on her sides and he smelled like the heat and the passion of the kitchen he’d come from. Everything from garlic to butter and rosemary and thyme; he was a cornucopia for the senses.

  She closed her eyes and sank down into the kiss, letting the fire spread within them, joining and mixing, stirring together as she parted her lips and accepted his tongue, fighting back with his tongue and meeting furiously together in a fever dream of lust and excitement. She wanted nothing more than to have his tongue with hers forever, to have his tongue inside of her. She thought about all the tricks he was capable of performing with that tongue and she knew right there, in that moment, they were going to make a baby together.

  Pulling away from him, she locked the door to the gym and knew there wouldn’t be anyone bothering them. When the lock clicked, she couldn’t help but feel giddy inside. There was something deep within her that called to him, that longed for him, begging for his power and his passion to be fully unleashed upon her. She wanted him and it was now their time.

  “I want you to fuck me,” Josie said to him with all seriousness in her voice as she approached him. In her workout pants and sports bra, she knew there was nothing he could possibly resist. Why would he? What could he possibly want that she didn’t have to offer him right now? She smiled at him and stepped toward him, feeling his eyes wandering over her. It was an amazing feeling and it was something that she couldn’t help but feel giddy about. “Do you want to fuck me?” she asked with a wry smile.

  “Yeah,” he said with a grin.

  She felt him grabbing onto her sides and pulling her toward him. Smiling and feeling the strength of his arms, she kissed him and cupped his face, holding him close to her. He was a loving man who cared so much and she loved the feeling of his tongue as it came out to play. She pulled away and licked the tip of his tongue, laughing at the feeling of his fingers digging into her sides.

  She wanted it from him as rough as he could give it to her. She wanted him to have his way with her. This was what he wanted. This was something that he truly desired and she wanted to give him the experience. She dug her fingernails into his back as he kissed her neck, pulling her closer to him. Through his work pants, she could feel his cock growing harder and harder with each passing second. The heat was magnificent and she couldn’t wait to free it. Earlier today, she’d been robbed of his glorious tool, but now, she was going to have him all to herself.

  Kicking her shoes and socks off, she dropped down onto one of the workout benches, watching as Kheem pulled off his own shoes and socks, his eyes locked on hers, refusing to give up the view he had of her. She liked the intensity of that look, the strength behind it. She liked the idea of him building that fire inside of him more and more. She wanted him so badly.

  Slipping her hand under the band of her pants and under her thong, she felt her clit and started to rub it, teasing him, egging him on to come for her. She wanted him to drop his pants and pull out his cock. She wanted him to bring it closer to her and give it to her. God, she wanted him so badly. She could feel the hunger rising inside of her. They would say that she was in heat, but it felt more desperate, more ravenous than that. It felt like she would die if she didn’t have him right this second. Rubbing herself harder, she watched him unzip his pants, going slower than she’d ever seen him before.

  “You’re killing me,” she laughed as he kicked off his pants and pulled out his cock.

  Kheem was blessed with a cock that was larger than any other cock she’d ever had. It was thick and long, the kind of cock that you pause for a moment and feel a shudder of fear run through you as it gets harder and harder. When she first felt it, it had been impressive, but then the fear set in.

  She didn’t know if she could take all of him inside of her and the thought of disappointing him was horrifying. She didn’t want to let him down and she didn’t want to hurt herself, but there was something inside of her that wanted to rise to the challenge. I
t wanted her to really step up and take it. She wanted to know what it was to have a monster cock of pure, freshly forged iron inside of her.

  He stepped forward and she reached out, grabbing hold of the cock that caused all others that she’d seen shrivel in comparison. It was a mighty weapon, the kind of a cock that couldn’t possibly be something that a normal man could boast. Kheem was special, gifted. She opened her mouth and gently touched the tip of his head with her tongue, running it around and tasting her man. It was a magnificent feeling and she could feel herself getting wet as she rubbed her clit harder and harder, wrapping her lips around his cock and taking him as deep as she could.

  She knew that she had a poor gag reflex when she met him, but over the years, she’d gotten better about it. She could take him deeper now. She could take him enough to make him really enjoy it. She worked his shaft with her hand, gripping it firmly, not afraid to be a little rough with him. He liked it that way. He’d always talked about how he wanted her to grip it harder, firmer.

  Rubbing herself more intensely, she worked his balls and watched as he closed his eyes, his hips swaying and trying to fuck her as she tried to keep her smile to herself. God, she wanted him inside of her. She wanted his massive cock slamming against the back wall of her and making her scream. His cock rubbed against her entire passage and it was the most electrifying feeling that she’d ever experienced, the magic of lubricated friction and she just found herself moaning and screaming when he was inside of her.

  “How are you doing?” she asked, panting and trying to catch her breath.

  “I want you," he said, reaching down and pulling her up.

  His grip was strong, serious. Yes, this was the fire she wanted. This was the passion they were going to need going forward. This was everything she was going to want from him as he gave her everything he had. She smiled as he grabbed her pants and pulled them down with her thong, revealing the treasure trove that he hungered after. She closed his eyes as his fingers hunted for her, slipping inside her wet pussy and feeling the inside of her.

  God, the feeling of his fingers inside of her ripped through her like a knife through butter. She shuddered in euphoria and dropped down on the bench. His hand pushed her onto her back and she watched as he went down on her, kissing around her pussy and teasing her. Everything from the warmth of his breath to the pressure of his lips was threatening to throw her into pure euphoria and lustful delight.

  She couldn’t remember a single time where she’d slept with Kheem and only had one orgasm. It just didn’t happen. He was a caring and passionate lover, the kind that took care of her without question. Even when he was worked up into a frenzy, Kheem always made sure to take care of her. He always wanted her to have more than him.“Oh my God!” Josie screamed as his tongue slipped inside of her lips, licking her and tasting her juices.

  She shuddered and screamed, running her fingers through her hair and slamming her head back on the cushion of the bench as her entire body writhed and squirmed. She couldn’t contain herself and she didn’t know if there was anyone who could hear her, but she couldn’t care. He licked her clit and she moaned, grinding her hips against his face and begging for more.

  “Oh yes,” she moaned with a breathy, exhausted voice. She was too weak to fight back against him or beg. “Yes, that, keep doing that!” She closed her eyes and gave into the thunderstorm rolling through her body, ravaging her and pillaging all of her senses.

  When she came, the orgasm was like a tsunami hitting her and towing her under. She felt like she was drowning in the pleasure that had consumed her. Before she could recover, she felt his hand clamp down on her sports bra and tug, pulling her toward him and holding her secure as his cock plunged into her soaked pussy. She screamed against the pain, euphoria, and over powering lust that hit her like a hammer.

  She opened her eyes and looked at the glow in Kheem’s eyes as he rammed his cock into her again and again. She bounced, helpless under the power and the strength of his body. All she wanted was this again and again. She prayed that he would last a long time, that he could keep this up. She felt like he was ripping her apart, her joints coming loose, and the very fabric of her body coming undone by the strength and the power of his cock ramming inside of her again and again.

  “Oh yes!” she screamed, begging him for more as she reached down and rubbed her clit, feeling him bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm.

  It wouldn’t be long and she knew it. She was almost there and closed her eyes, the power of the last orgasm still hanging over her like a thick mist, tickling and teasing her until that hammer hit her again and she screamed out, writhing and grinding against his cock again, begging for him to keep it going.

  “Oh yes, fuck me!” She begged him again. “Do it, Kheem! Take me! However you want,” she sweetened the pot for him.

  It didn’t take long for him to see the beauty in that. He grabbed her and flipped her over on the bench, she moaned and smiled, grinning at the strength he was capable of restraining and holding back on when he needed to. He could rough her up if he wanted to, but he wouldn’t harm a hair on her head.

  She smiled as she felt the cold leather on her stomach and she closed her eyes, wriggling and eagerly awaiting him. He grabbed her arms, just above her elbows and held her tight as he pushed his cock inside of her. Her pussy was tingling, flooded with electric power within her. As he held her there, ramming her hard, she closed her eyes and felt her body dragging and sliding against the surface of the bench.

  Her legs spread as she felt like a thousand sticks of dynamite were going off inside of her with each thrust of his powerful cock. Again and again, pinned by her arms, she threw back her head and screamed as his cock pulled out every last sense of primal lust inside of her. From a deep, primordial place, her emotions roiled out in massive, unstoppable quantities.

  When he finally came, he gripped her arms tightly and pulled her toward his cock, sinking deep into her and forcing her to bow her back as she threw back her head and screamed against the feeling that was ripping through her it was the most powerful feeling and sensation that she’d ever felt. Her vagina felt like it was vibrating, humming with the passion that mixed within her. It was the most powerful orgasm that she’d ever had.

  Panting and trying to catch her breath, she felt him let go of her arms and she laid down on the bench, trying her hardest to get control of her body. She could hear Kheem panting behind her, his cock still inside of her, still stiff for a last few moments. She wanted him to recover quickly. Her whole body felt numb but there was an undeniable hunger still inside of her. She closed her eyes and smiled, feeling something warm and assuring inside of her. This had been a great idea.

  Chapter Three

  It had been nine months since she’d gone into exile and stepping off the boat, back on Tarobi shores felt like she’d been gone for a whole lot longer. In fact, as she looked at the palm trees, the ferns, and the sand everywhere, she wondered what could have possibly pulled her away from all of this. Fear had driven her from the island and one last kiss from Kheem had been all that she could go off with.

  She had to flee. There was no other choice in the matter. She had wanted to stay and to experience her pregnancy with Kheem as his surrogate like any other surrogate would have. She had wanted the honor and the prestige of carrying on a bloodline, but she had been denied that. She had been denied anything close to that. Instead, she had vanished into the night on short notice.

  Her supervisor at the Tiki had not been pleased to hear that there was a severe family emergency and that she was going to have to leave her job for a while. She didn’t know how long it would take, but she knew she needed to have some time away from everyone. She knew this pregnancy was going to only take a few months, but she didn’t want to bring her child back as a newborn. She wanted to bring her child back as an infant, if possible. So, she had concocted her story and she had put the wheels in motion.

  She’d told King Ronald that her s
ister was fatally hit in an accident in Wyoming and though she was still alive, it wouldn’t be much longer for her. They had taken emergency procedures to save the child that was in her womb, but it was going to be a struggle. King Ronald had eaten up the story without much suspicion. He gave her permission to leave the island under the hooting and the insults of Tendai and the other Jaguars. It didn’t matter to Josie. She was free of the island and the Hunters had given her permission to return when the matter was resolved.

  Her exile had been anything but a walk in the park. Draining most of her savings, Josie had traveled while she was pregnant, never staying in one spot for too long. When she did give birth, it was in the company of a midwife who didn’t know anything about her and who would work with her on short notice.

  It had been painful, terrifying, and the loneliest she’d ever been. She had wanted nothing more than to have Kheem there with her, but it wasn’t possible. If he left, suspicions would be raised and the ruse would be up.

  Now, months later, it was time for little Onyeko to finally come back to his family. It was time for him to know where it was that he belonged. For Josie, she had been on the run for most of her life and having that simple answer had meant so much to her. She wanted him to know what it was like to be a part of something peaceful and enduring.

  She wanted him to know what it was like to be part of the Clans. Ony, bright eyed and still unable to talk, was the best child Josie had ever encountered. He was silent and understanding. He rarely cried or threw a fit with her. He was the best child that she could ever ask for. She was so grateful for him and there was never a day that passed that she didn’t thank the heavens that she had him.