A/N: I already have this story completed and after re-reading through it all, I realized a majority of it is beyond Lemon Galore just like the last chapter but more intense each time I won't say why... unless you ask and or figure it out on your own... there will be bits of information coming out each chapter... but probably not much, so it might seem like there is no plot for a few more chapters or so... but if you can hang with my dirty mind lol I hope you enjoy! :D

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Ch3:Twists of the Truth

Leah was amazed sitting in the traditional Polynesian vessel. She had forgotten how narrow and sleek the structures of a framework canoe were. It would immediately tip over if it weren't for the balancing outrigger support float—the ama—which was attached to the harbor side. The ama made the little boat much faster and more stable on the high waves than a single hulled canoe. Not that the waves were high presently. Embry had chosen a secluded harbor for his boat marina, one with a natural stone offshore barrier that almost entirely protected the calm, brilliantly blue water from the Pacific's crashing surf.

The little man studied her with polite curiosity. Muscles and defined tendons flexed beneath her rower's tanned, leathery skin. She'd learned not five minutes ago that his name was Austin. She'd been standing in the pleasant city park behind the boat marina, staring up at a ten foot tall bronzed statue of Embry Call. In the custom of the islands, a half dozen or more leis hung around the statue's neck. The flowers were wilted and browned near the bronze, but the top ones were still fresh—probably placed there by tourists after getting off a dinner cruise last night.

"Bry hates that," someone said suddenly from behind her as she stared at the statue.

Leah had turned around to see a short, agile elderly man watching her with tiny, raisin like brown eyes.

"Why?"

The man shrugged. "Sometimes public officials try to kiss up to Bry, make him a poster boy for their causes. I guess they think he's the perfect image of Hawaii." Austin nodded at the statue. "A certain city councilwoman pushed for that thing. I think she thought it would please Bry but instead it just annoys him. He never says he hates it, but I see the way he looks when people mention it. Probably makes him feel like a strutting rooster, having a statue of himself so near his marina. Are you looking for Bry?"

"Yes," Leah had admitted, caught with her guard down by his pleasant candor. A brief conversation had ensued, after which Leah found herself being rowed out to Embry's home. It somehow seemed appropriate that he lived on the water.

"Clearwater," Austin mused as he rowed.

Leah just smiled, feeling a tad guilty as she watched him labor for her. He wouldn't allow her to row, and had asked very politely if she would do him the honor of facing him while he piloted the craft. "Thank you again for taking me out to Embry's boat. Are you sure he won't be upset at the intrusion? If you'd just given me his number, I would have called him to warn him.

Austin shook his head. "I don't understand mainlander's obsession with the cell phone. Bry will be thrilled to have such a lovely lady drop in on him unexpectedly. Why would we deny him that experience?"

Leah couldn't stop herself from laughing when she saw Austin's grin, despite the fact that she was far from agreeing with his analysis of the situation. She had no reason to assume that Embry Call would be thrilled to have her invade his privacy.

She examined the boat Austin rowed them toward with interest. It was enormous—clearly a houseboat in the literal sense. Its proportions must have been twenty by eight feet, and that square footage didn't include the foredeck or the large canopied lounging deck on top of the main cabin.

Austin tied up the canoe, scurried onto the boat and put out a hand to help her come aboard. He immediately got back into the little craft.

"Uh… you're leaving?" Leah asked flustered.

Austin nodded matter of factly. "I've got to get back to work at the marina. Bry can take you back to shore."

Leah glanced around uncertainly as Austin paddled away, not at all liking the idea of not having a ready escape route.

Not comfortable at all.

She shouldn't have given in to the urge to see him, shouldn't have allowed her curiosity to get the best of her. If only she could have held out. She would be safely back in California in three days after all.

But she hadn't been able to hold out.

She was such a fool.

She padded across the deck in her white canvas tennis shoes peering through the windows. The boat bobbed subtly in the gentle waves. Wind chimes trilled in the breeze, but otherwise everything was silent.

"Hello?" she called through one of the opened windows but no reply came. Nervousness fluttered in her tummy.

What the hell was she doing here?

She knocked on the cabin door. When she got no reply she made a quick circuit of the deck, but Embry was no where in sight.

She knocked several more times at the door and then tried the handle. It was open. She entered, wiping her shoes when she saw the gleaming wood floors. After traveling down a short hallway, she found herself in the midst of what might have been a luxurious condominium, complete with built in cherrywood cabinetry, a gourmet kitchen with stainless steel appliances and a living room with comfortable furnishings and a state of the art entertainment system built into the wall.

Her anxious gaze took in several fine examples of oil paintings of local landscapes. She also noticed two renderings of forbidding, gray ocean side cliffs and frothing waves. Her brow wrinkled in confusion. The haunting landscapes depicted in the paintings stood in stark contrast to the colorful tropical coastlines of Oahu.

"Embry?" she called out hoarsely.

Again, there was only silence.

She distantly heard the sound of water splashing. Leah walked over to the window and watched, her breath burning in her lungs, as Embry arose out of the ocean with a flex and bulge of defined muscle. He'd obviously taken an afternoon swim. He used his fingers to wipe water out of his face, then casually swiped his hand over a ridged abdomen, making a stream of water splash off taut, sun bronzed skin. Leah stood rigid, paralyzed by the sight of him glistening and flashing in the bright sunlight like an ancient god.

She made a small, trapped sound of apprehension—or was it longing?—when he suddenly went still and looked directly at her through the pane of glass.

Embry didn't say anything, just went to the refrigerator, opened it, and took out a bottle of water. He turned to face Leah and popped off the plastic top with a brisk twist of his wrist. The silence that followed was tense… charged.

He chugged down half the water.

She still stood where he'd first seen her by the window. She wore a pair of cutoff jean shorts, a fitted T-shirt, and white canvas tennis shoes. Her hair had been pulled back into a ponytail. He didn't see a trace of makeup on her face, but she didn't need it. He'd been right. Her skin soaked up the sun like it had thirsted for it forever. Her legs looked long, smooth, and satiny in the shadowed light.

He sensed her uncertainty, her anxiety, but he did nothing to soothe her unease. The sight of her rattled him. That knowledge made him realize he needed every advantage he could get. Fuck hospitality. She was going to have to sweat for putting herself in his territory.

Just like he did.

She walked toward him silently, her beautifully chiseled jaw held high. Damn, that woman had a chip on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry for intruding," she said. Her low, smoky voice made his damp skin prickle. "The door was open and I… couldn't find you."

"Why?"

She flinched slightly at his harsh question, but then her jaw went up again.

He saw anger ignite in her tilted hazel eyes. "I wanted to hire you again…as an escort."

He gave a bark of laughter before he chugged down the remainder of the water and tossed the plastic bottle in his recycling bin beneath the sink. "Give it a rest, will you? Angie—the hostess at Bry's—told me you were there last night. Did you think she didn't recognize you? She was telling everyone about her encounter with thee Leah Clearwater, including me when I went to close last night. You know I'm not really an escort for Hawaiian Night. What are you really here for?"

Her backbone stiffened. "You don't seem to have any problems with the fact that you blatantly misled me."

He shrugged. "It's like I said the other night, I got what I wanted and so did you. What if I did twist the truth a little?"

"Twist the truth?" she repeated incredulously. "I could have you arrested for what you did!"

"You could try." He watched her as he used the towel around his neck to dry his hair. "But you would have to admit you solicited sexual services from Hawaiian Nights. That's not going to please the police any more than my little misrepresentation. I'll just say it was a mistake that you thought I was a male prostitute."

She stalked toward him looking furious. He thought she was about to ream him out when she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.

"Why?" The single word popped out of her mouth seemingly against her will. "Why the hell did you do that?"

He paused before he let the towel drop to his chest. His dick stiffened to full, leaden readiness, as erect as it might have been after having a woman pamper it with her hands and mouth for long, delicious minutes.

All that just the sight of Leah's vulnerability, just the hint of her softness.

"I told you, I wanted you. When the opportunity arose to take what I wanted, I took it."

She shook her head in amazement. "Just like that."

"Yeah," he growled as he came around the granite topped island that set off his kitchen from the living space. He saw her eyes go wide as he stalked toward her. "Just like that. So why don't we talk about what's really important here." He opened his hand at the back of her neck and pulled her against him. He leaned down until their mouths were just inches apart. The light scent of flowers and sweet woman filtered into his nose.

He breathed deeply through his nostrils. "Tell me why you came Leah."

She panted lightly in the taut silence.

"Come on," he coaxed his gaze glued to her mouth. "Just say it."

For some reason, he wasn't shocked when a single tear spilled down her cheek. He had sensed her inner conflict from the beginning. It was what fascinated him about her, what drew him like a fly to light, despite the fact that his brain blared a warning to stay away from her.

"I…" her elegant throat convulsed as she swallowed thickly. "I… need you again."

He pressed his mouth against her forehead and then her warm parted lips. "Thank you for telling me, and you're willing to play by my rules?"

"Yes," she whispered.

She looked dazed as she stared up at him. And indescribably beautiful. He couldn't resist dipping his tongue fleetingly into the warm honey behind her lips. When he raised his head, he nodded toward the hallway.

"Go back to my bedroom and take off your clothes. Wait for me on the bed while I take a quick shower."

He saw her pulse beating madly at her throat as he waited tensely for her answer. He exhaled in relief when she merely extricated herself from his arms and walked toward the hallway.

Five minutes later he paused in the doorway to his bedroom. She had pulled back the comforter on his bed, but she hadn't covered herself with the sheet. She had released her hair. It spread over her shoulders and his pillow in a sexy spill.

He paused, his pulse drumming out a primitive beat in his aching dick. His raging erection hadn't abated in the least during the cold shower he had taken in the guest bathroom. The feeble attempt to regain some control over his lust hadn't helped in the slightest. He kept picturing the way Leah had looked in the mirror as he nursed her through her orgasm, kept remembering how tightly she'd sheathed his dick. The cold shower hadn't begun to penetrate his body heat when he imagined her stretched out on his bed, waiting for him.

And his vivid imagination hadn't even begun to approximate her naked beauty. The fact that she'd come there and exposed her need, despite her insecurity, amazed him.

It turned him on more than he cared to admit.

He saw her eyes lower and linger on his jutting erection. It bobbed in the air eagerly, as though she'd touched him instead of just looked.

"Spread your legs," he murmured as he approached the bed. It pleased him that she shaved. He liked to be granted full access to a woman's sensitive tissue during sex. He shaved himself because he wanted the same pleasure too.

But in Leah's case it would be a crime to cover any part of her lovely pink flower, he thought as she widened her legs and exposed her dewy petals to his hungry gaze.

"Now reach up and grab the posts," he instructed, referring to the cherrywood posts of his headboard.

She hesitated.

"My rules, Leah. You agreed."

She slowly reached up stretching her torso her breasts thrust upward.

Embry reminded himself to breathe as he opened a drawer on his bedside table and drew out a blue silk scarf. She merely stared at him, her eyes looking huge in her face as he tied her wrists to the headboard.

"Now you have no choice but to play by my rules." He knelt over her. She said nothing, but he heard her gasp as he lightly ran his fingertips along the sensitive skin at the side of her waist and over her ribs. Her large nipples pebbled at his touched. He couldn't resist the temptation of them.

He came down on his hands and knees and suckled the tip of one of her breasts. She cried out at the sudden onslaught. Her sleek body writhed beneath him, but he wouldn't be denied such delicious, firm flesh. He feasted on her plump responsive breasts while she whimpered and moaned. He molded her in his palms pushing her nipples together for his greedy consumption.

"Such pretty breasts, I think I'll fuck them later." He mused when he finally lifted his head, appreciating the results of the efforts of his hands and mouth on his flushed flesh.

He reluctantly left her breasts so that he could taste the skin next to her belly button and nip at the side of her waist. His hands wandered over her belly, hips and thighs relishing how soft she was, how smooth, how she flowed beneath his fingertips. She tasted amazing everywhere. Her shivers of pleasure were like nectar on his tongue.

He spread her lithesome thighs father and swiped his tongue between her labia, letting her honey soak into his appreciative taste buds. She cried out sharply and twisted in her restraints.

He held her hips. "Shh, don't fight me."

Her hips settled on the bed. She stared at him as she panted. He saw the wariness that crept into her expression.

"If you close your eyes right now, 'Aileah… if you try to shut me out, I'll stop."

Her facial features went rigid with disbelief, but he hadn't read her mind. Not really. Her mounting anxiety had been broadcast loud and clear on her face.

He lowered his head keeping his eyes trained on her face and began to eat her out while she watched.

After a moment, it was him who shut his eyes as the experience overwhelmed his senses. He turned his head, tonguing and suckling her most concentrated nectar off the smooth petals of her cunt. Ah, God, she was sweetness distilled. Onaona. He drowned in her taste, only distantly aware of her harsh moans and sharp cries of pleasure.

He vibrated her clit with his finger and drove his tongue high up into her weeping slit when she cried out in orgasm.

Her juices still slicked his lips, tongue and throat when he came up on his hands and knees over her. His cock felt as if it would burst, he was so stiff. Her taste did something strange to him. He gritted his teeth when he took his erection into his hand and stroked the length. Leah watched him through her narrowed eyelids as she panted, still recovering from her climax.

"Do you like to suck cock, Leah?"

She nodded still watching him as he pumped himself.

"Are you good at it?" he teased warmly as he came farther up on the bed, his knees straddling her chest. He put on hand on the headboard and leaned over her.

Again she nodded her eyes never leaving him.

"I'll just bet you are," he admitted grudgingly, wishing he hadn't asked. He caught a stream of pre cum on his pistoning first and spread it over the sensitive head with his thumb. She moaned softly and licked her lower lip. His cock lurched in his hand. He forced himself to release his heavy member. The weight of it made it drop. The crown brushed against her cheek and jerked up at the contact.

She turned her face, her lips parting hungrily.

With an extreme effort of will, he spread his hand on her jaw and straightened her head on the pillow keeping her from fitting his cock between her seeking lips.

"I'm left in so little doubt about how good you are with that mouth, I think I'll feed my cock to you instead of letting you consume it Leah."

Her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Open your lips," he rasped. He was so aroused that he was only going to last for about two strokes in her wet hear. Or maybe just the sight of her desire darkened eyes and damp, lush lips would be sufficient to do him in, he thought grimly as she opened wide to receive him.

He pushed the head between her lips stretching them even wider that she'd spread them. He grunted in pleasure at the sensation of penetrating her tight hold and sliding himself against her warm, wet tongue. When she tried to raise her head off the pillow, he gripped gently at the hair at her nape, stilling her.

"Don't move."

Her eyes looked enormous as she stared at him. He closed his eyelids briefly to stave off the potency of the erotic image she made with the first few inches of his cock in her mouth. He felt her flutter her tongue against him and groaned when he realized she rubbed against the slit eager for his taste. She once again strained up, trying to slide more of his length into her mouth.

He tightened his hold on her hair. "I'm going to give it to you, Leah. Stay still."

She froze, but he couldn't prevent her from increasing the suction of her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked. He muttered a curse and pushed into her farther. It felt so damn good he couldn't stop him from stroking her shallowly… her sweet, hot mouth.

"Is that what you wanted?"

She moaned, the sensation vibrating into his thrusting cock. He flexed his hips, filling her mouth to capacity. Her thirstiness her unceasingly strong suction stunned him. In a moment of mindless lust he thrust deeper. She made a muted chocking sound and his eyes popped open.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. He felt her straining trying to position herself to take him more completely. He resituated her head and gently probed deeper. This time, he watched her reaction carefully. All he saw was wild arousal in her eyes when he breached her throat and felt that tight ring squeezing him. He fell forward, catching his weight with one hand on the wall.

"Ah, fuck, Leah." He withdrew from her throat for a second before returning. She drew on him so hungrily it was too much to bear. His balls pinched in a mixture of pleasure and pain and he knew he had reached his limit.

He jerked out of her mouth and arrowed it at her heaving breasts. Her nipple felt cool and erect against his steaming cock. He batted at it and roared as he erupted.

He blinked in partial awareness a moment later, still panting, still shuddering in the aftershocks of a mind splintering climax. Her breast dropped and glistened in his cum. She stared fixedly at where his still spasming cock lay pressed to her nipple.

"Let me," she whispered. "Please."

It would have been an utter impossibility to deny such a sweet request. Not that he remotely wanted to deny it. He gritted his teeth and shivered when she sucked his hypersensitive member deep, cleaning him with her strong quick tongue.

A short while later he used several small towels to dry her breast before he came down next to her on the bed. His body sagged in temporary repletion. Still, the delicious sensation of Leah's silky skin and firm flesh pressing against him told him his satiation would be short lived. He nuzzled her breast lazily and kissed a stiff nipple.

"It felt so good. Thank you Leah." He whispered against her moist flesh. Her nipple beaded tighter for him. He glanced up at her face when she remained silent. She looked like she was going to say something, but then she stopped.

"What?" he prodded.

"How… why do you do that to me?" she asked huskily.

He sat up on one elbow. "What, precisely?"

She opened her mouth and then closed it again. He saw her pull on the restraint of the scarf. He wasn't allowing her to leave even if she begged him though.

"What, Leah?"

"Nothing," she whispered. "Will you untie me please?"

He considered her for a long moment. He didn't like the way she avoided his gaze. Why did he get so irritated when she withheld herself from him?

"Not yet, I don't think."

She swallowed thickly. "Why not?"

He lowered his head until their foreheads touched. "Because I like having you at my mercy. You're a strong woman, Leah. But you're aching for this. Why are you ashamed of wanting to let go of all that tight control for a while?"

Her mouth twitched, but she remained mute. He began to stroke her languorously from hip to breast, all too eager to make her body speak if she refused him her words.

His boat rocked them ever so gently as he caressed her for the next several minutes. The wind chimes trilled in the distance. Otherwise, the silence hung thickly around them as he explored her body with his hand and their gazes clung. She bit her lower lip as he brushed his finger over her breasts and then trailed them down her belly. He knew she tried not to cry out. He was quickly becoming addicted to forcing her to face her desire head on and he resented her withholding it as he stroked her silky flesh.

His cock stiffened as he touched her. As much as he wanted to see her succumb, he realized his own need was quickly becoming weak.

He reached in the beside drawer for a condom.

If she wasn't going to answer him with words, he would use the only way he knew how at the moment to get the answers he wanted.

So yeah, if I lost people after my A/N and or after this chapter . Sorry...

But this is the direction the story has gone in... unless I can fix it ..

Lol. To the new readers, alerters, reviewers, Welcome!

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