“Your turn, Dr. Jack. Show me how much you want me.”
Jack flashed a wicked smile and slid his briefs down, tossing them to one side. His cock, thick and long, jutted from a thatch of blond curls. She licked her lips. With a seductive smile, she crooked her finger and gestured him nearer.
Jack took a step, closing the distance between them. “God, you’re beautiful.” He ran a hand down her body, starting at her shoulder, over her collarbone, across her breasts and stomach, and stopped just above the curls at the juncture of her thighs.
Before she could do anything, Jack scooped his arm behind her knees and lifted her. With infinite slowness, he lowered them both to the thick towel he’d spread out earlier. She loved the way her naked body fit to his, how her dark skin stood out in contrast to Jack’s lighter coloring. He lay beside her on the sand, running his fingertips over her body. Jack traced down the length of her, brushing his knuckles along the inside of her thigh. Her legs fell open, granting him better access to her throbbing pussy.
His fingers danced over the soft curls resting there before sliding between her slick folds. He plunged a single finger deep.
“Yes, Jack,” she pleaded, her back arching off the sand. With a growl he flicked his thumb over her clit. Kalama cried out as passion overtook her. He stroked her clit again and pushed a second finger in to her pussy. She couldn’t breathe, the pleasure and feel of his rough digits in her slick center was almost unbearable.
“Tell me what you want, Kalama,” Jack whispered against her neck as he finger fucked her, pumping in and out of her body faster and faster.
She wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down for a hungry kiss. She licked at his mouth, sucking and claiming. “I want you inside me,” she pulled back and bit his earlobe gently. “But first…” With a forceful push, she flipped their positions. Placing both hands on his shoulders, she guided him beneath her on the sand.
“What?” he asked, laughter lacing his voice.
She straddled his waist, teasing his hard cock with the feel of her before crawling up his body until her center hovered mere inches above his face.
“This.” The word barely escaped her lips as his tongue darted up to lick her. Instinctively, he knew what she wanted. He tongued her clit, flicking, licking and sucking until she couldn’t think straight. Kalama cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples, rolling the hardened peaks between her fingertips.
“Yes, Jack. I’m so close,” she moaned and lost herself in the sensations. He sucked her clit deep into his mouth and nipped the tip between his teeth.
Pleasure beyond anything she felt before in her two hundred and thirty years ripped through her, releasing a flood of her hot juices onto Jack’s tongue. He licked her slowly until she came down from the precipice.
She slid back down his body once more until her pussy brushed his hard erection. She pressed kisses along his jawline and neck.
“Your turn, Jack. Come inside me,” she whispered against his neck. She rotated her hips, eliciting a low groan from Jack.
“I don’t have any protection.”
She gazed into his eyes and examined the question waiting there. “As long as you’re clean, we don’t need it.”
He reached down and positioned his cock and the entrance to her body. She moaned, settling her hips more firmly around the tip of him. Lowering herself, she took him inside her inch by inch with excruciating slowness. The ground beneath them seemed to rumble deep in its heart.
He filled her completely. She felt his fingers dig into her hips as he held her tight. “Harder.”
She groaned and pumped harder, driving them both fast and furious toward orgasm. Kalama cried out as a second orgasm tore her like fast-moving lava, dragging Jack along in its path.
She collapsed against his chest, gasping for air. “Auwe, that was amazing.” She barely lifted her head to look at him as she spoke.
“At least you didn’t cause an earthquake,” Jack said, playfully swatting her ass.
She giggled. “Look out at the water. It’s boiling.”
“You’re not kidding are you? You’re really a demi-goddess?” Jack slicked her damp hair back from her forehead and looked at her.
“Yes, Jack, I am.”
Jack didn’t know how to handle everything that had passed between them. Kalama was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman, beautiful, intelligent and passionate. She was his match in every sense of the word. But he couldn’t wrap his mind around the realization that she was, in fact, a mythical creature.
They lay on the sand, wrapped blissfully in each other arms for a few moments before Jack’s cell phone started to ring. He untangled himself from Kalama and pulled it out of the plastic bag he’d placed it in for protection.
Answering the call, he glanced at Kalama. She lounged seductively on the towel. Sunlight danced over her bronzed skin and cast intriguing shadows along her body. She smiled at him, a naughty gleam in her eyes.
“That was Sam. He’s on his way. Apparently one of his fishing buddies is bringing him out to get us.” Jack stood, closed the phone, and began pulling on his briefs.
“It could be awhile before he gets here, but we better swim back to the boat and wait there. He’s HPD. If he finds us here, he’ll have no choice but to bust us for trespassing.” Kalama stood up and began gathering her underwear and the towel.
“Your tattoo goes over your butt.”
She laughed and shook the part of her anatomy he was referring to. Jack followed the path of the tattoo on her back, which he could now see traveled down her waist and over her curvy ass, stopping just at the crease of her leg. It added to her exotic allure and he found himself wanting to lick down the length of the design.
“See, Dr. Jack, I knew you were a clever man. Come on get the lead out. If you hurry we can get back to the boat in plenty of time.” She strode toward the surf, naked as the day she was born.
“In plenty of time for what? Sam won’t be here for at least an hour.” He gathered up their things and secured them to the surfboard.
“For you to bend me over the control panel and fuck me from behind.” With a wink and a smile, she swam out into the open water.
Jack stopped his tracks. The image of her body bent forward, hands braced on the steering console as he drove his cock deep into her, filled his mind.
Grabbing the board he lit out for the water.
* * * * *
Kalama leaned back in the chair in front of the steering console, her legs lazily draped on the dash and waited patiently for Jack to join her.
“‘Bout time you got here. I was afraid I’d have to take matters into my own hands,” she said as soon as he’d climbed into the boat.
His gaze zeroed in on her breasts. She toyed with one nipple and slid the other hand down her stomach. He hissed in a breath. Licking her lips, she moved her hand lower and skimmed her dark curls. She’d grown wet waiting for Jack, remembering the feel of him inside her and thinking of him taking her from behind.
She flicked her fingernail over the sensitive bud of her clit and watched him. His eyes turned stormy and a rush of power raced through her. Wanting to tease him, enflame him even, she slipped her finger into her wet pussy and moaned.
Growling, Jack stalked to her and leaned down, clamping his lips over her other nipple. She cried out his name, the sound mixing with the ocean calling around them.
Sharp spears of desire pierced her skin, making her hotter. Her back arched and her hips rose against her hand buried deep. It still wasn’t enough. She needed Jack to quench the fire burning deep within her.
“Jack, take me.”
He raised his head, a question on his handsome face. She didn’t need foreplay, she simply needed him. She told him so.
Without a word, he pulled her from the chair and turned her to face the steering console. She moaned out as he ran an open palm over the length of her tattoo, jerking a bit when he swatted her ass. A big hand came down sharply
against the cheek of her butt bearing the ink and she bit her lip as the pleasure ripped through her.
Her stomach tightened as he brought his hand down once more, following the sting by cupping her pussy with his palm dragging it back until a single finger hovered over her center. With excruciating slowness, he pumped one finger into her, then two, pushing her closer to the edge of her orgasm.
“Not enough, Jack. I need more,” she moaned, so close.
“I’m sorry, Dr. Young, I didn’t quite hear you.” He leaned down, his thick cock brushing the entrance to her body. Gently, he nipped her shoulder.
“Please, Jack, I need you.” She didn’t care about the desperate, pleading notes that laced her voice. All she was concerned with was Jack burying himself deep inside her until she couldn’t see straight.
“You want more of this?” he asked, dipping the tip of his length into her welcoming body.
“Oh yes.”
Jack straightened, his hand tightening around her hip and the other gripping her shoulder, and rammed into her, stretching and filling her with every inch of him.
Kalama gasped and her body tensed as she catapulted into her orgasm.
She keened his name over and over as he pumped himself into her. Clutching at the dashboard, she reveled in the sensation of his cock filling her to capacity, stretching her. She pushed back and ground herself against him as he continued to thrust deep.
A growl started low in his chest and rumbled through him, sending shockwaves up and down her nerves. “I’m close, baby.”
“Fuck me. Harder.”
Jack pounded into her, showing no mercy in his desire for her. The boat pitched as the waves churned up, her powers making themselves known. His hand still gripped her shoulder, which served to hold her tighter around his cock. She started to pant, the pressure building to a fevered peak. A tingling sensation gripped her pussy.
“Come for me.”
His words spurred her climax on and she came hard and fast, her muscles like a vise around his cock. He followed her over the edge, roaring out his pleasure over the sound of the waves. Finally he stilled and let himself collapse over her back, nuzzling her neck, and slowly stroking the length of her tattoo.
“Wow.” She could feel his breathing against her back, the ragged pace finally slowing.
“We better get some clothes on, baby. Sam will be here soon,” he said as he pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck.
He stood and pulled his body from hers. Kalama felt the loss of him deep in her core. Straightening, she turned and looked at him. She was falling hard and fast for the handsome scientist. If she wasn’t careful, she might lose her heart to the haole.
Walking over to him, she placed a quick kiss to his lips. “Get dressed fast. I don’t want Sam to see you naked. That’s only for me to enjoy.”
She giggled as he swatted her behind. Shaking her head at her own girlish behavior she looked for her clothes and quickly got dressed. She never giggled.
Chapter Ten
Sam arrived about thirty minutes later, laughing and teasing them when he discovered that the gas had run out. The friend who brought him had a spare gas can and helped them fuel up again. Sam ribbed Jack mercilessly about the incident. They all shared a good laugh as the friend sped away, leaving Sam with them.
Once they had the boat up and running, the trio headed off back toward the Big Island. The Bishop Museum had sent over pictures and all the pertinent data on the break-in to Sam, making their little trip a wasted endeavor. Kalama bit her lip and remembered the way Jack’s body had felt pressed to hers, how his cock had felt like magic buried deep inside her. It hadn’t been a wasted trip after all.
“So I had someone check out the Maui theft and email me the pictures. I’ve got them on my phone for you to see,” Sam said, pulling the phone from his back pocket and tossing it to Jack.
Kalama yanked a soda from the cooler and offered it to Sam. She met his gaze and gasped at the look he gave her. He mouthed the words, I know, to her before turning his attention back to Jack.
“What you know, braddah?”
“I talked to the kahuna before I came to get you. I know about you.” Sam’s words were barely a whisper over the sound of the water. “Can I see the pictures, please?”
Jack handed her the phone and she scrolled through the pictures.
“This is Kaiwi O Pele, Bones of Pele.”
Sam nodded at her words. “Someone dug up a huge plot of land right near there. Again, looking for something.”
Kalama sighed and looked over the pictures, focusing on the details such as the disturbed earth and the lack of footprints.
“Damn,” she swore under her breath. Once more it seemed her aunt had beaten her to the tiki piece. There were only two remaining. A chill cut through, her chased by guilt. While she’d been having naughty fun with Jack, her aunt already had three pieces of the tiki.
“It’s okay, Kalama. We’ll find a way to stop her,” Jack whispered, his words for her ears only, before turning his focus away.
“Ka’hu.” The word came low, barely escaping past Sam’s lips. “Guardian.”
Kalama lifted her head and met Sam’s eyes. “What did you say?”
“I know what you are, guardian. My kahuna told me you were coming,” Sam said, flashing a sly smile. “I won’t tell Jack.”
Kalama looked at both men, and then let out a dry laugh. “He knows. My aunt tried to drown us before you got here.”
“She’s out of control, Kalama. You need to stop her. I like my islands right where they are,” Sam said with a sigh.
“I know. I’m pretty fond of them too. Unfortunately I have no clue where the other pieces are.” Kalama flopped down on one of the benches running along the sides of the boat, the enormity of the task before her finally taking its toll.
“One is at Hulihe’e Palace on the Kona side. The kahuna told me to tell you it is in one of the display cases on the lower level.”
Kalama looked over at Jack, standing so strong and steadfast at the wheel. Strangely she found herself growing more and more attached to him. He’d somehow managed to get under her skin and she wasn’t entirely certain she wanted him gone. She sighed at the thought. There was no way she could get permanently involved with a mortal. Her uncle, Kane, the ruler of all Hawaii would never allow it. A wave of sadness washed over her for a moment but she shook it off, determined to enjoy the time she had left with Jack before she was forced to let him go.
“We’ll just have to get to it before she does,” Jack said, tossing the statement over his shoulder, and she couldn’t help but notice the strong lines of his back.
He was starting to understand but neither he nor Sam had a clue what was still to come. She would have to confront her aunt and fight her. The ground was going to shake and the heavens would cry. Lava would run like blood and there would only be one survivor. She sent a silent prayer to Kane to protect the mortals on these islands when the battle finally came.
* * * * *
It was evening by the time the trio pulled into Kailua Harbor. Since Kalama told him her plan to break into the Hulihe’e Palace once the tourists headed for bed, Jack’d been on the edge of his seat. He still couldn’t believe Sam, a dedicated HPD officer, was willing to assist them. Sam had gone to the station house, which sat about a block away down the road. He figured he would be able to keep tabs on the cops in town from there and tip off Jack and Kalama if trouble was headed their way. That left Jack and Kalama alone in Kona with a palace to break into and a tiki piece to steal.
Unlike Honolulu, most foot traffic in Kona died down around ten. The joke among the locals was that they rolled up the sidewalks at seven. That meant they had a couple hours before the street would be vacant enough for Kalama to make her covert attempt to get the tiki piece from the palace.
So they sat at Sam Choy’s Kai Lanai Restaurant, their rental car parked just outside waiting for them. The table was in a semi-secluded area of the patio with an a
lmost perfect view.
Jack grabbed the water glass in front of him and looked out the open-air walls, enjoying the stunning two hundred and thirty degree view of the ocean below.
“Relax, Jack,” Kalama said, dragging his focus from the ocean to her beautiful face. He loved how the soft light of the setting sun caressed her features.
“We’re going to break into a national park site. I’m not sure I can relax,” Jack said before taking a sip of his water.
“I’m going to break in. You’re going to watch.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.” She picked up her fork, wiggling her eyebrows at him playfully before taking a bite of her fish wrapped in ti’ leaves.
“I just bet you do,” he said with a smile before attacking his food. “Going to pull some hocus-pocus to get us in?”
“No, I thought I’d pick the lock and go from there,” she said, her mouth thinning in annoyance.
“Does your name have a meaning? I know lots of Hawaiian names have special meanings,” he said, quickly changing the subject. Apparently having amazing sex with her after she saved them from a typhoon didn’t give him the right to poke fun at her magical powers.
“Her name means living flame. Apropos for a fire guardian, isn’t it?” The voice was a low hiss that surged over his shoulder like a barrel wave.
Jack barely turned his head before the speaker came into view, sliding into an empty chair at the table.
“Nani? What are you doing here?” Jack asked. He didn’t know why his lab assistant was on the leeward side of the island. He’d left her in charge of HVO and was a little more than curious as to who was watching the site.
“Kalama can tell you.” Nani turned her attention to Kalama, the woman’s icy gaze seemingly boring through his lover.
“Aloha, auntie,” Kalama’s voice was incredibly tight and laced with barely concealed anger. “Trapped in human form again, I see.”
“Thanks to my brother. But I won’t be for long. When I regain my strength I’ll have all the tiki pieces and your mother will finally get what she deserves.”
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