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Keahi

Malia and I have been driving in comfortable silence for a while.

She seems a little better, but it could easily be an act again.

If she’s good at something, it’s pretending. I was aware that there are still things Malia hasn’t told me about her past just as there are ones I haven’t told her about mine, but what I saw and heard this morning changes some things.

For one, I feel like shit knowing the weight of her past is pressing down on her shoulders so heavily.

Second, I hate how long she’s been able to keep this from me and had to deal with it alone.

Also, if her parents weren’t already dead, I would make them suffer so much for what they did to her.

Seriously, how messed up do you have to be to treat your own child like that? Oh, the things I would-

"I’ve never actually been in the city." Malia’s chipper voce rips me out of my thoughts.

I take a subtle calming breath and face her with a quick glance, making sure my smile is steadfast.

"Then it’s a good thing you have such a brilliant tour guide.

We’ll arrive at a French bistro in about five minutes.

Their breakfast puffs are to die for. Parking’s a bitch though, so we’ll have to walk a bit."

"Walk a bit? Walk a bit? I’ve literally been exercising and training like a psycho all my life and my legs are burning!" Malia exclaims as we reach the bistro.

Parking was a bitch indeed, and we had to walk through the whole city.

"This better be worth the walk," she mumbles once we sit down at a small table near the back.

It’s a cute little restaurant with brilliant décor.

Small, rounded windows take up most of the walls, illuminating the room with the warm morning light, there are wooden beams supporting the walls, and small, round tables that match them covered in white tablecloths are strewn orderly around the space.

A sweet older woman with an accent takes our order and our food is served not too long after.

"Bon appétit," I say before taking a bite out of my puff.

I nearly moan as the flavors explode in my mouth. So damn heavenly.

Malia has chosen a pain au chocolat and is now taking her first bite while I watch closely.

She doesn’t conceal her satisfaction nearly as much as me and hums against her sealed lips.

The girl sitting across from me is oblivious to the effect her little noise of pleasure has on me and keeps eating the pastry.

With the next bite, her eyes flutter close.

It does things to my body that shouldn’t be happening in public.

"Fair warning Princess, if you don’t stop making those sounds, I’ll traumatize every child in this bistro." Malia’s eyes shoot open, widening just slightly before she smiles mischievously.

She swallows her bite and leans over the small table.

"Is me enjoying my food turning you on?" she asks innocently.

I nearly jump out of my skin when I feel her hand on my left thigh beneath the table.

She doesn’t grant me a second to react, slowly moving it closer to my crotch and eventually palming it over my pants before my brain can come up with a reasonable action plan.

"Oh, it is." She chuckles while I’m still stiff as a board.

We’re in public, so I know I should put her hand away.

Then again, I’m so turned on right it almost hurts. I can feel heat creep up my neck and quickly glance around the bistro, searching for anyone eying us suspiciously. My nerves only barely calm when I find no one even looking at us.

"We are in public.

Do you not care?" I ask because I do.

I should. Malia smirks wider as she begins to rub me through my pants. My heart skips a beat and my erection jerks in her hand as my eyes flick around the room once more.

"Are you scared we’ll get caught? Or is that just turning you on more?" This is escalating way too quickly.

Every little touch, and every taunt makes more blood rush to my dick, and I’m scared I’ll come in my pants if this goes on for much longer.

That would be a first and not one I’m eager to experience when I’m planning on walking back through the city in these pants. I’m also hyper-focused on every little movement around us all the while Malia looks as calm as ever. Her hand is concealed by the hanging table cloth, but it must still be obvious what’s happening to the attentive eye.

"You need to stop," I tell her a few strokes later, battling myself not to get lost in the sensation and keep a clear head.

"Why, are you scared?" she repeats, her hand still moving.

"If you make me come in my pants, I’ll take you home straight away and punish you."

"Don’t threaten me with a good time," Malia retorts, her eyes saying more than those sinful lips, and I almost throw my head back and groan.

This girl.

She keeps working me up and it’s getting harder to keep my breathing normal. Well, it hasn’t been normal for a while but as normal as possible while the thrill of doing something we shouldn’t heightens the pleasure zinging through my blood.

"Malia," I grit out.

"Tell me what you want to do to me.

Tell me how you want to punish me," she breathes silently.

Countless ideas run through my mind, but I’m having trouble focusing on one. If I did, I’d probably come on the spot.

"You’ll find out," I promise, squeezing my eyes shut with the feeling of my impending release.

"I’ll enjoy every second of it," Malia promises.

I hold her gaze as I really do come in my pants, biting down on my teeth and gripping the edge of the table to keep quiet.

Malia chuckles to herself and pulls her hand back on her lap before checking the time on my phone.

That reminds me.

"There’s one more place I need to go before we get back," I tell her, chest still heaving.

"What do you need? New boxers?" she teases me.

"A phone," Dammit, this will do for a very uncomfortable shopping trip.

"You have a phone." She states the obvious.

"Thanks, Princess.

It’s not for me."

"Then why are you buying a phone?"

"Oh, don’t be dense.

It’s for you.

To prevent any future sleepovers in the cold."

"You don’t have to buy a phone for me, I’ll get my first salary in a few weeks," she says and her eyes light up with excitement.

Fuck, she’s adorable.

If anything was ever worth a picture, it’s this right here. Not that I dare try to snap one right now. I’m not sure how much of a fan of that this girl would be and it’s not worth ruining the moment for.

"By then, you’ll already be living with me.

Don’t think I’ll forget your promise.

Two weeks."

"I wouldn’t dream of believing anything else."

The two of us finish our food before we head for the closest store that sells phones.

Of course, I’m very uncomfortable throughout it all thanks to the vixen at my side.

It doesn’t take long to seal the deal and Malia is soon playing with her new gadget.

She’s asking me questions all the way to the car and throughout the ride to my place, always wearing the expression of an excited child as her fingers move on the touchscreen.

I made her save my contact first thing only to have her blow up my phone with all kinds of emojis.

At my place, I clean up and change into my training clothes while Malia watches.

"Enjoying the show?" I ask as I pull a new pair of boxers up my legs.

"Deeply."

I chuckle and pull my shirt on before passing her to ruffle her shoulder-length hair.

As much as I might’ve missed her familiar, long hair when I first saw her again, I’ve long since started to love the cut she has now.

"Let’s get going. You still need to change, and we wouldn’t want to leave your students waiting," I tell her.

"How long will your training take?"

"That’s up to us, really.

I’ll text you." I wink at her, and we head to my car.