With his Trident
With his
TRIDENT
By
Angela Blake
&
Ruby Forrest
I’m Angela Blake and I love a good steamy story. Why? Coz life is hard enough as it is. I don’t want real. I want to escape. Into a world of love, sexy cat-and-mouse and the explosive, satisfying reward at the end of it.
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Table of Contents
With his Trident
The Adult Dreams Collection
The Horny Billionaire Collection
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With his Trident
Prologue
He always liked the sea. The water lapping against his legs as he sat on the beach seemed to nourish him in a way he couldn’t quite explain.
“Tane!” his mother used to call him, sounding perpetually irritated, “What did I tell you about sitting on the shore when you haven’t finished your chores?”
Nikora Patariki did the best she could with her son who in her view was always day dreaming by the sea. With her husband away in the Navy, they were all each other had. All she expected was a little help around the house but Tane was forever running off to commune with the deep.
Tipene Patariki came home every once in a while to see his family, laden with gifts and stories of life at sea. Tane listened rapt, begging his father every time to let Tane go with him when he shipped out next. Tipene would look at him with sad eyes, picking him up even when Tane was six and definitely too big for such things, and saying, “Not yet son. Your time has not yet come.”
Tane wondered often when ‘his time’ would come but as the years passed, and his father’s answer remained the same, he stopped asking.
His fascination with the sea didn’t lessen though he had less time to indulge it, especially when he started school. He liked to walk along the beach as far as he could before turning inland and making the short trek to his school. He was a friendly kid and spoke to everyone but he had no close friends. As soon as he was done for the day, he’d run off to the beach, grabbing his surfboard and getting in an hour of surfing before his mother came home from work.
The Patarikis were pretty well off but they lived simply in a one story house by the beach. When Nikora had married Tipene, a man with no family who came out of nowhere they said; her family had not been pleased and had disowned her ‘until she got rid of that gold digger.’ Nikora had left home with nothing but the clothes on her back to live with Tipene who supported her well enough by joining the Navy. He was an expert diver, called upon to help in the most extreme conditions worldwide. He made sure his wife was comfortable and didn’t want for anything. When she got pregnant with Tane, her parents’ cold front thawed considerably and Tane’s birth was the beginning of rapprochement. By the time he was two, his maternal grandparents had changed their will, leaving the majority of their vast fortune to him.
His mother now worked three days a week at her parent’s clothing factory as a designer. It gave her joy to create and filled her days while her husband was at sea and her son was at school. It was also a way for her to reconnect with her father. The rift between them occasioned by her elopement had hurt her as much as it had her parents and they were still mending things slowly.
Tane got on famously with his grandparents. Every Sunday, he would wear his blue shirt with the white lines that his grandfather bought him and the white pants his mother made him and go to their house for brunch. It was a time just for him and them. They would ask him about his week and his studies and his friends and he would give tell them stories to make them smile. They always had a present for him on his visits and when he went home, he was so stuffed he wouldn’t eat for the rest of the day. He couldn’t even surf after. All he could do was sit on the shore and stare contentedly at the beach.
***
When he was thirteen, his peaceful days were broken by the arrival of twin girls next door to them. They lived near a beach resort, whose staff houses peppered the landscape around them. Just behind their house, was one such cottage. In order to get to the beach from that house, it was necessary to cut through a footpath that passed just next to the Patariki porch.
Tane was swinging peacefully one Sunday evening, watching the tide come in as the sunset over the island when he heard the high pitched chirping of two voices. They seemed to be having an argument and Tane frowned at having the serenity of his evening shattered by the noise. He lifted his head, peering over the low hedge to see who was ruining the peace of the evening. All he could see were two bobbing brown haired heads, walking at a fast clip as they argued about whatever. Tane’s curiosity was peaked. Not many people came down to ‘his’ beach. It was stonier than the section of beach in front of the resort and its secluded nature made it seem less welcoming when seen from afar. Judging by their pace and unbothered pitch of their voices, these concerns hadn’t crossed the minds of the two people in the act of invading his territory. Tane stood up and walked quickly to the water’s edge, determined to head them off.
His eyes widened as two identical faces came into view, stopping suddenly as they caught sight of him.
“Hello,” the one on the left said.
Tane’s mouth opened but nothing came out. The resemblance was just so uncanny. She turned to her sister, eyebrows raised, “Is he deaf do you think?” she asked as if he wasn’t standing right in front of them.
“I am not deaf!” he shouted, glaring at both of them.
“Oh. He talks,” the one on the left said with a grin, “I’m Liviana, this is my sister, Guiliana. You can call us Livy and Gill.” She said thrusting out her hand to be shaken.
Tane shook his head, ignoring her hand, “I don’t want to call you anything thanks. This is my beach. You should go.”
Livy laughed, “Oh a rude Hawaiian. Who’d a thunk it?”
Her sister giggled, hand covering
her mouth but didn’t reply.
“We’re not going anywhere. We’re here to swim,” Livy continued when he made no reply.
There was a pregnant pause as Tane tried to think of a way to chase them away. Before he could find something convincing they walked around him, whipped their dresses off and threw them on the sand and then ran into the sea clad in bikinis, shouting with delight as the waves lapped against their bare legs.
Tane huffed with annoyance, watching them frolic as if they didn’t have a care in the world, the only thing differentiating one from the other being the design of their bikinis. One was more of a monokini in pastel blue, sprinkled with pink flowers; the other was solid black with gold edging. They were as different as chalk and cheese. It was kind of ironic considering their identical looks.
Tane watched them for a while, fuming internally at their blatant invasion of his territory. His mother had taught him to never fight with girls but these two were testing his resolve. He turned around, stomping back to his hammock in impotent fury, visualizing a huge wave coming in and drowning them both while they screamed for his help. He’d just watch, swinging from his hammock and eating a lollipop and say, “I told you this was my beach” in a hoarse whispery voice like Marlon Brando in the godfather. Tane could see it so clearly that he almost smiled.
Almost.
He dropped grumpily back in his hammock and began swinging with aggression, one eye on the waves just in case they decided to make his fantasies come true. The other was on the girls, making sure they didn’t mess his beach up too much. They stayed for almost an hour before a voice calling their names to come in for dinner had them scurrying away, clutching their dresses in their hands.
His mother chose that minute to arrive home from church. She was in the choir and they had practice all afternoon. She would usually come home humming something, a small smile on her face but today she looked tired.
Tane stood up from the hammock and opened the front door for her.
“Thank you sweetie,” she said with a tiny smile as she stepped into their house. He followed her, taking her hand bag from her and going to deposit it in her room before coming back down to announce that he’d made dinner.
“Well actually I just warmed up the frozen casserole in the oven but it totally counts.” He said.
Nikora gave him a fond look, flopping down on the couch in a long slouch. She was a beautiful woman if a bit run down, “Okay give me a minute to rest my legs and I’ll be right there,” she said.
Tane wanted to ask if anything was the matter but decided to save it for after dinner. He hurried to the kitchen, retrieving the casserole from the oven and setting it on the table before getting two plates, forks and knives and setting the table. He fished out the pitcher of lemonade his mother had made yesterday from the refrigerator and then went to put on some soft music for them to eat to.
“Food’s ready!” he called and his mother pushed herself up from the sofa and kept to join him on the dining table. They always tried to have Sunday dinner sitting at the table like a proper family because that was how Tipene liked it. It was their way of including him in their daily lives when he was away.
Tane missed his father a lot when he wasn’t present but he understood his love for the sea and for his job. Tane figured his dad had the best job in the world and he couldn’t wait until he turned eighteen so he could join the navy too. That’s what his father must have meant by ‘his time.’
“So what did you do today?” Nikora asked.
“Umm, nothing much. I did chores, read one page of my novel like you said I should and hung out on the porch.”
“Hmmm. Sounds...fun.” Nikora said with a grimace.
“Well, it was mostly except for these two girls who came and started playing on my beach.”
Nikora smiled, “Your beach? Pretty sure it’s still a public beach Tane.”
Tane stabbed his fork into his casserole as he frowned at his mom, “You know what I mean,” he said.
Nikora laughed, “I think it’s good for you to learn how to share.”
Tane snorted so hard a knot of snot flew across the room. He looked up, face red, mortified, “Sorry,” he said in a small voice.
Nikora said nothing, just scooped another forkful of casserole and ate it serenely. They cleared their plates in silence and then Tane caught his mother’s eye, “Is there desert?” he asked hopefully.
“You mean the tub of ice cream I brought? Sure if you can cut up some papaya, strawberry guava and star fruit we can sprinkle the ice-cream on top.”
“Yay!” Tane said leaping up and running to the kitchen to do as he was told.
***
The girls continued to invade his beach every Sunday despite his best efforts to scare them away. They spoke like mainlanders, new to Maui; Tane knew they hadn’t been at his school before the previous Monday so they must have been very new. So he figured that local fauna might perturb them enough to stay away. He went hunting for Jackson Chameleons and Green Anoles since he heard that girls were afraid of reptiles, depositing them on the path the girls took to the beach. When he heard screaming from his hiding place under the porch, he giggled with laughter emerging to watch and see how scared Livy and Gill might be.
To his profound disappointment, he realized that the girls weren’t screaming they were squealing…with delight. Liviana held the chameleon, stroking along its back with her finger while Guiliana tried to coax the anole onto her palm.
Tane’s own palm hit his face in disappointment as he sloped off to sulk in disillusionment.
Chapter One: Condolement
Tane got off the bus, and made his way down the footpath to his house. He adjusted the back pack on his back, staring pensively forward, anticipating his first view of ‘his’ beach. It had been more than six months since he was last here. His studies at the Hawaii Pacific University kept him quite busy. If he didn’t enjoy his work in Marine Biology so much he would have missed home much more. He always made sure to call his mother at least twice a week though and his grandparents still traveled to Honolulu at least once a month to continue their Sunday Brunch tradition.
His grandparents were the reason why he was at home now, in the middle of the semester. Louisa and Harris Oz Wilkins had died when their private plane crashed in Montana where they went to celebrate their fiftieth wedding anniversary in the mountains. It had come as a huge shock to the entire Maui community because the Wilkins were Pillars of the Community.
They were also Nikora’s parents and Tane’s grandparents and many seemed to forget that as the nucleus of commemoration activities coalesced around Nikora. Tane, hunkering down in college, felt too guilty to let her handle it all on her own. Tipene was on his way home from the Arctic Circle but Tane was closer. He obtained a leave of absence and came home as soon as he could. There seemed to be a permanent large band of grief tightening his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He slid down the slight hill that led to his house, eyes straight ahead, not even deeming to flick to the cottage to his right, where his nemesis lived, as far as he knew.
Liviana and Guiliana had been the bane of his existence right through his teenage years, taunting him, torturing him with their presence. He had taken to having fantasies about throwing them in the sea as a way to cope. The only thing that made him happy to leave his home to attend university was that he was leaving the terrible two behind. He wasn’t looking forward to seeing them again.
“Mom!” he called pushing open the door to his house.
There was no answer and his voice echoed emptily down the hall. He put his bag down and went straight to the kitchen. He peered in the fridge, eyebrows raised at the sheer number of Lau Lau dishes packed into the fridge.
“Hmm,” he said retrieving one and slipping it into the oven to warm up. The combination of spicy pork, wrapped in taro leaves assaulted his senses and he took a deep breath, closing his eyes and just savoring being home.
“Tane!” the voice startled him and he turned toward it, heart jumping, to see Liviana standing in the kitchen doorway, a dish in her hands.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded, angry because she’d startled him and also because she was in his house!
“Uh…I brought a pie my mother made,” Liviana said her voice small and tentative like she was afraid of him.
As if.
“And you never got any home training? Do you not know how to knock?” he demanded and tried to ignore the flush on her cheeks that made her ivory skin shimmer in comparison. Years in the Hawaiian sun and her porcelain complexion remained untouched. As far as Tane was concerned it was witchcraft. She flicked a wisp of brown curly hair off her face, watching him with wary slate grey eyes.
“I told your mom I’d pass by and drop the dish. She told me she wouldn’t be home and to come right in,” she said quietly, drawing in a nervous breath, “H-how are you doing?”
Tane lifted his eyebrow in surprise. Liviana wasn’t one to pretend concern so he didn’t know what she was trying to do now, “Like you care,” he said.
Her long thick eyelashes swept down, covering her eyes as her flush deepened, “Of course I care,” she said, “I know how close you were with your grandparents.”
Tane frowned, not knowing why she seemed to radiate hurt at his words, “How would you know that?” he asked genuinely curious. All their previous conversations had consisted of snark and sarcasm. Plus they were usually as short as Tane could make them. He was fairly certain the Wilkins’ had never come up.
“Uh, your mother told me. And also I’ve been working at your grandparents’ house since the summer. They talk about you a lot.”
“So you eavesdrop on conversations?” Tane said just shooting unthinking accusations now; force of habit and the burning pain in his chest making him small and mean.