May (Calendar Girl #5) by Audrey Carlan

get tatau or the ink, you must earn it. And you must have a willing member of your family who will share it with you so that your lives will forever be linked. He stood up and dropped his shorts leaving him completely naked. He turned to the side, his cock semi-erect and nothing close to the levels it reached when he was really turned on. With a sweep of his hand, he traced down his ribs to a crescent shape with a circular pinwheel design in the center.
    “These markings I received for my brother, Tao. It was his wish to find harmony in his life. He fought a lot. With our parents, me, our sisters, brothers, kids at school. When he found his way, he wanted to share that journey in his life with me.”
    I pulled my knees up to my chest and hugged them. “And the turtle?”
    He grinned and ran his hand down to his abs. Not abs. Lust squares. Each square ab on his body made me lust after it. I wanted to lick and bite my way through every inch of that torso and midsection, tattoos and all… hell, especially because of the tattoos.
    “Another request of mine that I share with my youngest brother. The turtle symbolizes longevity, wellness, and peace. It’s something I desire for my family and myself.”
    “What about the waves and swirls? Do they mean something or are they just filler?” I asked honestly and he laughed.
    Shaking his head, he used a finger to trace the swirls all over his body. By this point, his shaft had hardened, and I was ready to get story time over, but I was interested in why he would tattoo an entire half of his body and leave the rest pristine…devoid of ink.
    “The ocean in our culture is very prominent, not only because we are surrounded by it, literally at its mercy, but because historically, Samoan’s believed that the ocean is where you went when you died. Since I surf, and my culture is to always be near it, I give it a place in the story of my life and my family’s lives.” He continued and showed me bits here and there that were for a couple cousins, his other brother and so on. He even broke the rule and got the same flower every woman in his family had on her foot.
    I noticed it at the party but hadn’t mentioned it. At the time, I did find it odd that every woman in that house had the exact same tattoo on her foot. Turns out it was their lineage. It was the female version of paying the same respect to the family by permanently marking your body.  
    “My last question, I promise!”
    He rolled his eyes and sat his bare bottom on the towel we’d brought with us. I bit down hard on my lip while feasting my eyes on his erect cock. I wanted that massive appendage in me like I wanted that million dollars to pay off Pops’ debt.
    “Go head, girlie. Ask it. But while you do, remove your clothes. Slowly.”
    I looked around as if someone was magically going to appear on a private beach. Hey, I was a Vegas girl. You never knew when a creeper was hiding behind the bushes. Of course, here there weren’t any bushes. Just miles of palm trees and sand. Standing up, I tugged off my tank, unbuttoned my shorts, and let them both fall to the sand.
    “Continue.”
    “What, the question or the removal of my clothes?” I added seductively.
    His eyebrow quirked up. “Both.”
    I unclasped the hooks at the back of my body, my bra loosening so that I was holding it in front of me. “Why is the entire right side of your body free of tatau ?” I tried the Samoan word for tattoo on for size. He grinned at the use so I must have said it correctly. Go me!
    “Melons.”
    “Huh?”
    “I want to see your melons. Drop your arms.” I let go of my bra and let the girls bounce free. Nice size Ds that were pretty damn perky in my opinion. My hands instantly fondled each large globe brazenly. Tai groaned and leaned back widening his legs. “You seeing this, girlie?” He shook his head in mock indignation.
    “I sure do. Now tell me so we can get to the happy ending of the evening.”
    He wiggled a finger