Obligation (Underground Kings 2)

“We are, but there will be a photographer and I would like to have some pictures of you and Kai,” my mom says, making me feel guilty.

I swallow down my own personal feelings and walk towards the woman. “Where would you like me?”

“Here is just fine.” She stops in front of me, sizes me up, and then opens the garment bag, pulling out a white dress. “You’re much smaller than he normally likes,” she mutters to herself.

I shake off the feeling I get from her words and look at my mom.

“You’re going to look beautiful.” My mom smiles then begins talking to Kai’s mom and sister.

Even though I’m in a room full of people, I feel alone. I close my eyes and wish that I were back in bed with Kai again.

*

“Makamae.”

I lift my head and my eyes crash with Kai’s. His eyes run over my hair and body then land on my feet before meeting my gaze again. When I looked in the mirror after his sister and Marcy finished with me, I was shocked. I looked like a model—nothing like myself at all.

My long, blond hair had been highlighted, with caramel lowlights added in too, and blown out completely straight so that it hangs down to the middle of my back. My skin, which has gotten darker from the Hawaiian sun, now glows from the lotion they used.

The dress I have on shows off my figure and does this crazy lift to my breasts that makes them look like they are fake, and the heels I have on make my legs look a mile long. His eyes look me over again, and when they meet mine again, I can feel the heat in his eyes.

I inhale a deep breath and take him in for the first time. His hair is back and his jaw is shadowed, making him look even more warrior-like than he normally does. His hands flex at his sides, and I notice he’s not wearing his typical suit, but a pair of light dress pants and a white button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone. His eyebrows pull together, and he walks towards me when he realizes I’m not coming to him.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, stepping up to me.

“I… Well…” I pause and look behind him at the closed door. When I decided to do this earlier, it seemed like an okay idea, but now that I’m in the moment, I’m not so sure.

“If you don’t want to go, we can get undressed, put in a movie, lock the door, and put Aye and Pika on guard,” he says, looking concerned.

I feel that feeling in my gut expanding further, making me warm all over. “You would do that, wouldn’t you?” I lean into him, place my hands on his chest, and look into his eyes.

“Of course.”

I swallow and let the feeling coursing through me settle in before I start to lean back.

“Where are you going?” he questions, snaking one arm around me while his other hand cups my cheek and his thumb runs over my bottom lip.

“You’ll mess up my lip gloss,” I complain.

He smirks then lowers his mouth, kissing me wet and deep before pulling back slowly, leaving me panting.

“Now, what were you going to say?” He leans back, and my fingers go to his mouth, where I wipe my lip gloss off his lips.

“I…” I clear my throat, feeling nervous all of a sudden. “I have something for you,” I say, taking a step back, needing to have a little space between us. “I just want you to know you can always say no or that it’s stupid—”

“Myla,” he cuts me off, pulling me closer. “What is it?”

I bite my lip and step away from him again. This time, I go over to the dresser and open the top drawer, pulling out the small, black box I placed there earlier.

I realized this morning that the ring Kai had given me tethered me to him. I had a constant reminder of him with me, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted him to be tied to me in a way that could be seen by anyone who happened to be in his presence. I could lie and say that I wouldn’t be disappointed if he told me he wouldn’t wear the ring I was about to give to him, but I knew deep down that this was going to be one of the moments that defined us and where we were going.

I turn towards him, and his eyes drop to the box in my hand. When his gaze comes back to mine, his eyes are filled with confusion. When I’m finally standing in front of him, I hand the box to him and he opens the lid.

“It’s okay if you don’t wear it,” I whisper, unsure of what to say because I can’t read his face as he removes the ring from the confines of the box.

“Put it on me,” he says, lifting his eyes to meet mine.

I take a deep breath then take the ring from him, feeling the ridges from the design and the weight of the heavy metal between my fingers as I take his hand and slide the ring onto his finger.

When the idea about getting Kai a ring came to me, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I went to the jewelry store and was escorted to the gold wedding bands most men wear, but none of them seemed like Kai. I gave up and was leaving the store when I noticed a ring in one of the display cases that held some pieces of traditional Hawaiian jewelry. The large, silver band with a black design engraved into the metal looked like the tattoo on his arm, and I knew it was something I could see on him.

I’m so caught up in my own head that I don’t realize I’m moving until the backs of my knees hit the bed and I’m lying down with Kai covering me.

“You bought me a ring,” he growls.

I can’t read the look on his face, so I just nod.

“Thank you,” he whispers, kissing me on my lips then down my neck to the tops of my breasts.

“Kai,” I whimper.

“Yes, makamae?” He licks back up to my mouth, kissing me again.

“The party,” I whisper as I feel myself falling deeper into the moment.

“I’m going to make love to my wife,” he grunts, causing moisture to flood my center.

“Okay,” I whisper then hear him chuckle as his hands go to the back of my dress.

“Come out here right now!” is yelled as someone bangs on the bedroom door.

“Fuck!” he roars.

I hear giggling outside, and then Kai’s soft eyes look down at me.

“After this, you’re mine,” he says quietly, placing a soft kiss on my jaw.

“Yes,” I agree immediately.

He smiles, gently kisses me, gets off the bed, and then pulls me up with him.

“So, is the ring okay?” I ask him, looking at the ground, feeling unsure.

His fingers go to my chin and he lifts my face towards his. “It’s perfect.” He kisses me again then searches my face. “You’re perfect.”

I bite the inside of my cheek to avoid saying something stupid or pushing him back over to the bed. “I just need to fix my lip gloss,” I tell him, and a smile appears on his face.