Worlds Apart Ch 02 4

Worlds Apart Ch. 2

Any character engaged in sexual or intimate acts are 18 or above.

*A reader pointed out that stories in present tense are a little awkward to follow, so if that's a problem for people, please let me know and I'll do the chapters moving forward in past-tense.

*More smut in this chapter as promised, but still a lot of fluff and building. Please drop a comment, follow or whatever!

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Tia sighs as she closes her phone and rubs her temple, looking ahead.

"It didn't sound like that call went well...." I say from the driver's seat of my Lincoln as we wait for Lola to get out of school. Tia had already called and informed the secretary that they'd be picking up Lola. The school had also been informed of Connor being nabbed by Sheriff Jonah, which brought a relief to the school's intense but short nightmare.

"I was given a sick day, but...." Tia pauses and drums her fingers on her plush thighs. "My boss is very upset at the amount of absences I have. He kind of understands how tough I have it but he's also running a business. I get that, but he's such an okole," Tia spits.

"I'm sorry. I'd be able to talk him down if you were injured helping me with something, but this was a personal accident...."

"I know Mace. I can't and I wouldn't ask you to lie for me," Tia says, lacing our fingers together as we hear the school bell ring. In just a few short moments, kids are bursting out the doors. I look down at our hands, and then I look over to Tia to see what she'll do, to see if I can read an expression. Sometimes this woman has the most expressive features I've ever seen, and sometimes she has a face of slate.

Care is what I see in those big brown pools, and I feel her squeeze my hand... before letting go. My heart sinks, but I understand. Are we hiding from Lola? Kind of. But we're also trying to decide what we actually are.

I fingered and ate Tia out only this morning, and helped her take a shower because of her sprained ankle. We're 90% leaning towards admitting we've become a couple, but we want to be 100% before we talk to Lola. Sometimes flings just happen, but this feels like a hell of a lot more.

As Lola hops into my backseat, she tells Tia and I "Aloha 'auinala!"

"Good afternoon, Lola," I say back and tip my hat, making her giggle.

"You're getting good, Marshal," Tia says proudly and takes my hat off so she can ruffle my hair, making me shake my head and Lola to giggle again.

"I'm familiarizing myself with greetings and common words," I say as I pull us out of the school parking lot, but we're stuck in the after-school traffic.

"Lola, would you be okay going to the Marshal's house for a bit? Scratch tripped me on our run and I sprained my ankle. I can't go into work today, and putting weight on it hurts so Marshal Keats offered to make us dinner."

Lola scrunched her face, probably at the idea of a haole making her dinner. "What are the chances of pizza?" she asks, and I laugh.

"Lola, that's rude!" Tia says over her shoulder. "Marshal Keats used to be a cook. Give him a chance. What's on the menu anyway?"

"I was thinking crab cakes, garlic parsley potatoes, cheddar biscuits and honey glazed carrots," I offer.

"Mmmmm, doesn't that sound good, Lola?" Tia says, dramatically rubbing her belly. "I think it sounds delightful, Marshal."

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After a successful dinner with the Pelekais, I get the leftovers together for them and help Tia back to my car with Lola and Scratch in tow.

Back up the hill, I help Tia back to her house by giving her a piggyback ride. Lola didn't want to miss out on a free ride, so I gave her one as well. I won't ever try to replace Tia and Lola's dad, but Lord knows Lola got robbed of her share of being carried.

"Tia, we need to talk about tomorrow. You can't wait tables like this. You can't walk on your own yet and you won't be able to work a 4 to 10 p.m. shift," I tell her as I carefully put her on the couch.

"I know, Mason," Tia huffs as she scootches further up the couch so the pillows support her back. She rubs her temples and sighs. "I don't know how he's going to react when I call in tomorrow."

I sit down on the floor in front of her, leaning against the couch and holding her hand. "He's really that close to letting you go, huh?"

She squeezes my hand and let's out a deep breath. "Yeah... and if I had something else lined up, I'd be happy to...."

Tia's cut off by her phone ringing. We look at each other curiously, wondering who would be calling her at 8:30. She digs the phone out and her eyes widen.

"Mr. Puloki, is everything okay? What did Lola do?" Tia pauses and then her lips quirk into a smile. "Oh, that's terrible. I'm so sorry she's moving. Lola loves her. Oh? Am I interested in the position?" She's grinning fully and starting to bounce on the couch, her chest bouncing with her. "I can start Monday?! Yes, Mr. Puloki! Yes I'm interested, thank you! Okay, I'll see you on Monday. Bye!"

I look at Tia expectantly, waiting for her to tell me what's happening, but she's breathing deeply and trying to calm herself down.

"That call was an answer to my prayers, Mason! That was the local hula academy teacher. His assistant instructor is moving, and he offered me her position!"

"Tia, that's fantastic!" I beam back at her. I get off the floor and offer her a hug, which she enthusiastically escapes. "And you start Monday? You'll be walking again, which should be enough to start on, right?"

Tia still hasn't let me go. She pulls tighter, almost hurting my neck. "I can finally stop working at that luau and for that perv!"

"I'm happy for you, Tia. I'm really happy," I tell her and she finally lets me go. "I bet he'll just write you off the schedule if you call in for the rest of the week," I chuckle.

Tia breaks the hug completely and she kisses me. Was it intentional or is she swept into the moment? I can't tell, and right now it doesn't matter. I kiss her back, and what I think started as a happy news kiss turns into a compassionate, true feelings kiss. As our tongues get involved, lust and want pours out from both of us.

"You gave me an orgasm on your couch," Tia says breathlessly when we break the heated kiss, "it's only fair if I blow you on mine, isn't it?"

I chuckle, not used to this sweet woman's dirty mind yet. "Only if you want to, and only if you can do it comfortably with your ankle."

Tia smiles and says, "switch places with me. Get comfortable, Law Man."

Tia careful gets on her hands and knees and arcs her back, no doubt for my viewing pleasure, before crawling to the foot of the couch long enough for me to get situated, and then she's on top of me.

My hands are in long black hair that I can never get tired of. Her plump lips are kissing mine as her hands rub my chest through my shirt. She breaks the kiss and plants her lips on my cheek, jaw, neck, and then she's ordering me to take my shirt off.

"Tia, as much as I really want to get naked with you, we are in the living room and Lola just went to bed." I don't want the moment ruined, but Lola walking in on us is not an acceptable risk.

Tia huffs. "Yeah, you're right." She pauses for a moment and then leans in close. "Marshal Keats, would you be interested in carrying me to bed... and staying the night?" Her voice is low, heavy and husky and enough to harden my dick if it wasn't already there.

"If I stay the night, Tia, we should put a label on us," I urge.

"I know, and you're right. And... I'm okay with that. The two of us need to be prepared to deal with bullying," she warns. "An island girl and a Federal haole isn't exactly going to be a popular match. Lola doesn't care, but she's not... she's not like that."

I cup Tia's chin and kiss her. "I can weather that storm if you can. If we want to tell Lola and then not advertise otherwise, I'm okay with that."

Tia smiles devilishly and kisses my nose. "That could be a hot little secret," she teases.

"What, my beautiful island flower hiding the fact that she has a big dicked white law man to satisfy her needs and help her around the house?" I play back.

Tia braces on one arm and trails the other down my body until it lands on my lap. She gives me a squeeze and says, "Okay, I usually don't like guys arrogant about their packages, but you can keep that comment." The heat of the moment causes her to pause a moment and then her face softens. "Did you just call me your beautiful island flower?" She sticks her bottom lip out adorably. "Mason, that's so sweet!" she gushes.

I kiss her forehead and then help her to sit up, then I'm on my feet and scooping her into my arms. "So Tia, my secret girlfriend... shall I carry you to bed?" I ask with a smile.

"I would love my secret boyfriend to carry me to bed," she purrs and attaches her lips to my throat as I walk us towards the stairs.

"If I can ever break away from the haole title, that would be a good idea to go public, I think. I don't want you and Lola to be labeled as 'haole lovers' or something. I'm not sure how that works here," I chuckle, but it's a real fear for me, I think.

"Hopefully we won't have to worry about it," Tia says as she cradles my jaw. "I'm prepared for it mentally, but it's Lola I'm worried about," she whispers as we get to the top of the stairs.

I could put her down and help her hop, but I go the extra yards and carry her all the way to the bed and gently lay her down on her preferred side. I can tell she likes the right side because of the way the sheets and blankets are pushed off that side.

Tia sits up and without asking or being told, her hands shooting to my belt. "Do you always carry?" Tia asks, quirking a brow at me as she looks up.

"Yes ma'am," I say as she drops my belt on the bed next to her. "Do we need to right rules about it when I'm here?" I ask, respecting her claim on the house, what will make her and Lola comfortable.

Tia shakes her head. "As long as Lola is never touching it, I'm fine," she says as she pops my jeans button. "No more gun talk", she says sternly. "It might get you aroused, but it doesn't do much for me."

"You wanna know what does get me aroused? The idea of those hands wrapped around my cock," I said, leaning us back to dirty waters.

Tia bends forward and pulls up the hem of my shirt, pressing her lips to my bare belly. The intimate act sent shivers down me and propelled me to take my shirt off for her, giving her easier reign. "I like that idea, too," Tia cooed as she pulled down my zipper slowly, making the bulge in my boxer-briefs even more prominent. She smiles up at me as she pulls the front of my underwear down, exposing my hot and needy flesh.

Her eyes flicked to her target and she smiles pleasantly. "Oh, I like this a lot," she says as she pulls my underwear down to my knees. "I had a feeling you had a nice ule."

I look down at her, watching the way she investigates my length. It's probably the first non-Hawaiian one she's seen. "It's so pale," she marvels, confirming my thought. She grazes the bottom and traces the large vein with her fingers. "It still feels the same." She wraps her fingers all the way around me and glides down. "Feels really good, actually," she tells me with her eyes glancing up at me like some kind of appraiser, like she's trying to decide if she wants to buy it.

"I love how playful you are," I tell her and slide my hand into her hair again. She has the healthiest hair I've ever felt.

Tia smirks at me and licks her palm, making a show of it, before wrapping around my cock again. "Good, because I like being a playful lover." As she strokes me, she spits down the tunnel of her hand, making me slicker and easier for her to work with. "At the same time, I like it a little wet and messy, if you're okay with that."

"That sounds delightful," I sigh. "I like a woman who knows what she likes." I take a sharp breath as Tia fondles my balls with her free hand, never letting up on the sweet twists of the other hand.

As good as Tia's skilled hands feel on me, I wonder if she plans to stroke me to completion or if she plans to actually involve her mouth. I'm okay with either, given that there's a beautiful, sensual woman in front of me, and it is our first day as more than friends or acquaintances.

Tia stops and whips her head to the door, her dark hair flying with her. Her eyes narrow. "Marshal, did you hear that?" she whispers.

"No, I didn't hear anything," I say, probably because my heart's in my ears. I keep my eyes on the closed door and slowly lean over, my fingers brushing my gun still on the bed.

I grasp aloud and curse as I feel Tia's hot and wet mouth slide around my cock, and in under a second flat she's twirling her tongue around it and sucking fervently.

"Oh you sneaky little bitch," I laugh and then suck in another breath as she mumbles around my dick halfway in her mouth. Her eyes are shining up at me with a devilish smile. And she plays with my balls with a tender touch. "God that feels good," I commend her as she hollows her cheeks and takes in a little more. On every outstroke she breathes out through her nose and breathes in on the intake. "Fuck you're so good at this, Tia."

She grazes a hand up my thigh, over my hip, and scratches my belly. And then she starts to bob, happily moaning as she glides forward and back over my length, and I swear it's the best I've ever felt.

Tia slowly slides her mouth off of my spit glistening cock and massages me with both hands. "Need to catch some real breath," she giggles.

"You were down there for a long time," I tell her seriously. "Blowjobs from a surfer being world-class makes sense, lung capacity and all." Tia giggles more and her cheeks flush at my complement. "Everything you do feels so good, Tia."

"I'm glad," she purrs as she kisses the eye of my cock. "Do you want me to suck you till you cum? Do you want to cum down my throat, Law Man?" she teases, and I can just nod vigorously, making her giggle again. I've quickly grown to love that sound.

Tia takes in a deep breath, and then impales her throat on my cock. My spongy tip hits the slightly giving back of her throat and my eyes roll back. When she starts to gag herself on me, I groan at the sound and I can feel my cock twitch between her red and swollen lips.

I can't believe what I'm feeling and hearing as this model-gorgeous woman pushes herself so far down on my cock that she's sputtering and choking on me.

She comes off for another full breath like a diver, taking in big gulps of air. "It's so fucking big," she comments as she jacks me fast with a tight grip, saliva and precum slurping and squelching under her palm and between her fingers. "I can't believe you haven't cum yet!"

"I'm fucking close, Tia. I'm so close," I groan through gritted teeth as she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out, slapping my rod against it and then sucking hard on the head of it. "Fuuuck!" I moan at the sight, spit and dribble running down her chin and the corners of her mouth to run over her shirt. "Can... can I..."

"Fuck my face? Yes please!" she cuts me off, and whatever I was going to ask is no longer important as she throws her face back into my lap and I grab her head, almost violently fucking my pretty island flower, making her gack and guk as I abuse her, but she steals my breath away as she keeps moving her own head too, like a cum seeking missile.

"Tia, fuck!" I cry out, as I pull almost all the way out of her mouth just in time to shoot my load into her waiting throat.

Tia makes a show of rolling her eyes back and fucking her own mouth with my cock as she drinks down my ball cream. She keeps sucking and squeezing my balls like I'm hiding some drops from her.

Finally she surrenders my dick back to the air of her bedroom and she has a lust-crazed smile on her messy face. "Goddamn that was fun," she laughs. "Most guys don't last that long, so I never get to go fully deranged like I want to."

I cup Tia's face in my hands and look into her eyes, and a flash of worry jumps into them. I run my thumb over her lips, tugging on the bottom. "Where the fuck have I been?" I ask and she laughs, the tension she briefly felt completely dissipating.

"So I take it you liked it?" she asks, a smug smile on her lips.

She more than earned that smile. "I loved it, Tia. Thank you for the best blowjob I've ever had." She smiles proudly up at me and holds her arms out for a hug.

"Please tell me you're a cuddler, Mason. I don't know if we can work if you aren't."

I chuckle and get behind her, pulling her back against my chest. She's still dressed so I know we're not staying like this. My cock is well deflated and still out, but neither of us really care. "I understand I'm a big tough U.S. Marshal that lives with a gun attached to him like a tumor, but I'm a soft teddy bear when you get me to lower my walls."

With some considerable effort, Tia twists and turns in my arms, and she presses her forehead into the crook of my neck. "Are you lowering your walls?" she asks softly, almost hopefully.

I sigh and graze her back with my fingers. "Tia, you've been chinking small pieces out since you put my hat on and asked me if you could beat me in a gunfight."

I feel Tia wiggle in my arms and she giggles, the memory still fresh. It was only a few days ago, anyway. "I am pretty cute, aren't I?"

I pull my arms around her tighter, almost crushing her ribs. "You are such an enigmatic mix of precious and strong, adorable and independent. You are cute, sexy, and just seeing you in a certain outfit can turn my dick to granite, but a shy smile can make my heart melt out of my chest. The amount of things you have me feeling at a moment's notice is impossible to keep up with."

Tia pulls her head out from my neck and she looks at me with nearly watering eyes. "Mason... you're supposed to be a big hardass and stupid. How is it you can talk like this?"

I shrug and smile. "It takes the right kind of person for me to want to be like this, Tia. I haven't known you long, but you make me feel like my feelings are safe with you and you won't weaponize them against me. I've dated that kind of girl, and you aren't them."

Tia reaches behind her back and uncurls my arm from around her so she can press her lips to my knuckles. A playful smirk lights in her eyes. "Did I already ask if you're staying the night?"

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The next morning, Tia's alarm starts going off, and she groans, covering her head with a pillow.

I shake my head and smile at the poor thing as I reach over and turn it off for her. I tenderly kiss her head and get up.

"I need to head home and get myself ready for work," I say, my voice still heavy with sleep.

"E hoʻi i kahi moe!" Tia mutters and tries to hit me with a pillow.

"I didn't understand that one...."

"Go back to bed," she grunts, but she's trying to rub the sleep from her own eyes. "Urgh. This is stupid," she says as she rolls onto her back, the blanket slipping down to show me her succulent tits and brown nipples. I've seen her like this twice now, and I'm far from over it.

Tia looks down the plain of her gorgeous body and then she pulls the sheet back up. She looks around a little confused and then laughs. "Oh yeah, I got hot and stripped down at some point last night."

I smirk at her and gently toss the pillow back at her. "Sorry I missed the show."

"I'm not that kind of dancer, Keats," she teases and we both smile at each other.

I drink in the way she casually props her head on her hand and looks at me with an easy smile, that long black hair fanning over her pillows. "I don't want to go. I'm just getting used to this," I lament as I start to pull my jeans up.

Tia pouts and holds her hand out towards me. "I'm couch ridden all day and alone without my law man to dote on me."

I have my shirt in one hand and I take her hand in the other. "I know. Want me to come back after work? Or do you think that's too much too early?" I ask, letting go of her hand and pulling my shirt on over my head.