Seven
The water was extremely choppy and the swells rocked the
boat in the midafternoon sun, making Jack a little seasick. They probably
should have waited for the wind to stop before embarking on the trip to Oahu,
but Kalama was adamant about getting there as quickly as possible. As it was
they hadn’t gotten moving until around noon.
“You look a little green over there, Dr. Jack,” Kalama said,
coming from below deck with a glass of water in her hand.
Sam’s boat was a hand-me-down from his father, but the small
craft had a lower deck with seats that converted to a bed, a galley and a head.
They had taken fishing trips on this tug from time to time. Usually Jack’s
stomach behaved itself but for some reason today was different. They’d received
a call from Sam about another incident. This time on the island of Maui. Since
they had to pass Maui to get to Oahu, Jack told his friend they’d stop there
first. Once they were off shore a ways from Kaho’olawe, Jack killed the engine
for a moment and let them float.
“Thanks,” he said, taking the glass of water from her. He
let his gaze drift over her body. She’d donned another pair of shorts that
hugged her ass and hips as well as a tank top that seemed crafted for the sole
purpose of driving him mad with lust. Her feet were bare, she’d kicked her flip
flops off the second they’d stepped on board.
The breeze picked up her long hair and tossed it around her,
giving her an ethereal look.
“What did Nani say when you told her we were headed to
Oahu?” Kalama’s voice held a strange note as she asked the question. Her usual
lyrical tone seemed to trip over the other woman’s name.
The boat pitched and Kalama stumbled straight into him. He
braced her body the best he could, the sea starting to act up even more.
“Careful. You all right?” he asked, wrapping an arm around
her waist in an effort to steady her.
“I’m fine, but you look like you need to sit down for a
moment.” Kalama tugged away from him and led him to the bench seat at the back
of the boat. Laughing as she shoved him down on the seat with more force than
necessary, Jack looked up at her, enthralled despite his rebelling stomach.
“Nani? What did she say when you told her what happened?”
“She wasn’t there actually. David told me she’s gone to the
Kona side for the weekend. He’s going to watch things and call me if anything
weird happens.” He watched her expression change, the sparkle in her dark eyes
shifted to something stormy.
“Does she go away often?”
“No, not normally.” Jack reached up and grabbed her hand,
yanking her gently closer to him. His thoughts were not on his assistant back
at the lab or even on the desecration at the museum in Oahu but on how he could
separate Kalama from her clothing. He knew he should concentrate on the serious
business at hand, but it seemed every time he was within arm’s reach of Kalama
all he wanted was to touch her, taste her, make her cry out in pleasure as he
had this morning. She was becoming an obsession in a short span of time. Jack
didn’t have the willpower to stop it. She was magical and intoxicating and he
was drunk on her nearness.
He pulled her closer into the space between his knees.
Inhaling her exotic scent, he closed his eyes and nuzzled her stomach through
the fabric of her tank.
“Jack,” she whispered and ran her hand though his hair.
Resting her palm at the nape of his neck, she toyed with the strands, sending
shockwaves of pleasure down his spine. His cock stirred.
“I can’t help it, Kalama. I need to touch you. I don’t
understand it, but I can’t fight it.”
She leaned down, her lips mere centimeters from his, and
whispered, “I understand the feeling.”
She pressed her mouth to his and he groaned with the
sweetness of it, but he wanted more. Pulling back, she swiped her tongue over
his lips in a leisurely lick.
“It’s as if I’ve known you my whole life.” He slid a
The water was extremely choppy and the swells rocked the
boat in the midafternoon sun, making Jack a little seasick. They probably
should have waited for the wind to stop before embarking on the trip to Oahu,
but Kalama was adamant about getting there as quickly as possible. As it was
they hadn’t gotten moving until around noon.
“You look a little green over there, Dr. Jack,” Kalama said,
coming from below deck with a glass of water in her hand.
Sam’s boat was a hand-me-down from his father, but the small
craft had a lower deck with seats that converted to a bed, a galley and a head.
They had taken fishing trips on this tug from time to time. Usually Jack’s
stomach behaved itself but for some reason today was different. They’d received
a call from Sam about another incident. This time on the island of Maui. Since
they had to pass Maui to get to Oahu, Jack told his friend they’d stop there
first. Once they were off shore a ways from Kaho’olawe, Jack killed the engine
for a moment and let them float.
“Thanks,” he said, taking the glass of water from her. He
let his gaze drift over her body. She’d donned another pair of shorts that
hugged her ass and hips as well as a tank top that seemed crafted for the sole
purpose of driving him mad with lust. Her feet were bare, she’d kicked her flip
flops off the second they’d stepped on board.
The breeze picked up her long hair and tossed it around her,
giving her an ethereal look.
“What did Nani say when you told her we were headed to
Oahu?” Kalama’s voice held a strange note as she asked the question. Her usual
lyrical tone seemed to trip over the other woman’s name.
The boat pitched and Kalama stumbled straight into him. He
braced her body the best he could, the sea starting to act up even more.
“Careful. You all right?” he asked, wrapping an arm around
her waist in an effort to steady her.
“I’m fine, but you look like you need to sit down for a
moment.” Kalama tugged away from him and led him to the bench seat at the back
of the boat. Laughing as she shoved him down on the seat with more force than
necessary, Jack looked up at her, enthralled despite his rebelling stomach.
“Nani? What did she say when you told her what happened?”
“She wasn’t there actually. David told me she’s gone to the
Kona side for the weekend. He’s going to watch things and call me if anything
weird happens.” He watched her expression change, the sparkle in her dark eyes
shifted to something stormy.
“Does she go away often?”
“No, not normally.” Jack reached up and grabbed her hand,
yanking her gently closer to him. His thoughts were not on his assistant back
at the lab or even on the desecration at the museum in Oahu but on how he could
separate Kalama from her clothing. He knew he should concentrate on the serious
business at hand, but it seemed every time he was within arm’s reach of Kalama
all he wanted was to touch her, taste her, make her cry out in pleasure as he
had this morning. She was becoming an obsession in a short span of time. Jack
didn’t have the willpower to stop it. She was magical and intoxicating and he
was drunk on her nearness.
He pulled her closer into the space between his knees.
Inhaling her exotic scent, he closed his eyes and nuzzled her stomach through
the fabric of her tank.
“Jack,” she whispered and ran her hand though his hair.
Resting her palm at the nape of his neck, she toyed with the strands, sending
shockwaves of pleasure down his spine. His cock stirred.
“I can’t help it, Kalama. I need to touch you. I don’t
understand it, but I can’t fight it.”
She leaned down, her lips mere centimeters from his, and
whispered, “I understand the feeling.”
She pressed her mouth to his and he groaned with the
sweetness of it, but he wanted more. Pulling back, she swiped her tongue over
his lips in a leisurely lick.
“It’s as if I’ve known you my whole life.” He slid a
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