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hand up her hip and slipped a single finger under the waistband of her shorts.
Her stomach muscles flinched as his reward.
    She slanted her lips against his, this time demanding more
from him. She sucked on his bottom lip, nipping it gently with her teeth. His
cock hardened even more and scraped against the confines of his jeans. Her
hand, which had been resting on his shoulder, began a slow meander down his
body. Fingertips tripped down his chest leaving rivers of fire burning into his
flesh until she reached his straining erection.
    “Very nice, Dr. Jack,” she murmured against his lips. “I
didn’t get to see that much this morning. Now I want it all.” She squeezed and
Jack groaned low in his throat.
    Snaking his fingers under the hem of her tank top, Jack
caressed her body as he worked his way up. He cupped her full breasts and ran
his thumb over her nipple. She arched her back and let out a keening moan.
    Her fingers began to fumble at the button on his jeans in a
desperate attempt to free his cock.
    “God, Kalama, if you keep that up I’ll toss you down on this
deck and fuck you blind.” She closed her eyes at his words, her body shuddering
at his words. He could smell the scent of her arousal, feel the desire
pulsating off her. She was throwing off more heat than Kilauea. She rubbed her
palm against the fly of his jeans, tracing the growing ridge of his erection.
    “No,” came a husky cry.
    Jack watched as Kalama’s eyes flew open and she stared down
at him in confusion.
    “What?” she whispered.
    “That wasn’t me, baby,” Jack stared up at her dumbfounded.
They had both heard the voice clear as day.
    “Get away from him.” The voice came again, this time louder
and full of anger. Without warning the boat pitched wildly, spilling Kalama out
of his arms and onto the deck.
    Jack jumped to his feet to try and help her only to be
pushed back down as another wave shoved hard at the boat.
    “What the hell? Kalama, are you all right?” The wind whipped
harder around them, the storm building faster and faster.
    “I’m fine.” She scrambled to her feet. Kalama glanced out
over the angry sea as if an enemy were out there. Waiting, plotting.
    A flash of lightning split the sea as a war cry pierced the
air. Jack looked around him, searching for the source of the sound.
    “Thunder. It was only thunder,” he said more to himself then
Kalama.
    “Kahekili, oh great god of thunder and storms, hear me,”
Kalama whispered into the air.
    Another wave, bigger than the other two, rose up and
splashed against the boat and soaked the deck.
    “We have to get out of here. The boat’s too small to
withstand this onslaught and it’s only going to get worse,” Kalama said,
darting to the controls. Jack made his way toward the steering wheel.
    A wall of water washed over the side and knocked him off his
feet.
    “Never turn your back to the sea!” Kalama’s words were
ripped from her mouth and tossed on the wind. “She can hurt you that way.”
    “What? What are you talking about?” Jack grabbed the
steering wheel and pulled himself upright. What he saw in front of him stopped
him dead in his tracks.
    The water rose up, forming a body. Long limbs and lush
curves, silver hair and piercing eyes emerged from the glistening fluid.
    “What the fuck?” Jack shouted.
    Kalama turned and looked at the shape beginning to form in
the water at the bow of the boat.
    “Namakaokaha’i is here.”
    “Just like your whore of a mother, taking something that
should have been mine,” the voice hissed, snakelike and liquid.
    “Auntie, we don’t have to fight,” Kalama said. “Give me the
tiki pieces.”
    “Your mother beat me once, trapping me in the sea for over
two hundred years. I’m not going to let her survive this time. I will destroy
Pele and her precious islands.”
    Thrusting her hands in front of her body, Namakaokaha’i sent
waves of seawater crashing at the boat. Kalama threw up her hands, blocking