Page 14 of Faith

As she drove down Kam Highway, she marveled at the beauty. Even in the dark, it was easy to see why Hawaiians loved their home. It was amazing during the day, but the air at night was so sweet. It almost made her want to live here all the time, but she was a woman made for snow.

She’d just passed the lighthouse when she saw a car speeding up behind her. She didn’t like this road that much to begin with, but she really hated when people drove too fast on it. Ignoring the person, she continued to drive. Then, they flashed their brights. It figured. She was about to hit the most twisty/turny part of the road. The driver slowed down, but as her heartbeat evened out, he sped up again, getting closer to her. Tightening her hands on the steering wheel, she paid no attention to the way her stomach twisted into a knot.

They continued on like that, the bastard slowing down then speeding up closer to her. About the time she was ready to scream, he turned off onto the road that headed to Koko Head State Park.

She was rattled, but she made it back to the house in one piece. When she walked inside, her legs were shaking. After kicking off her sandals, she forced herself to walk up the stairs and to her bedroom. Liquor had never been Jensen’s thing, but she also didn’t believe in tempting the addict. She kept a bottle of whiskey in her room.

She found it, grabbed one of the glasses, and poured two fingers of the liquid. She downed it in one long swallow. She poured herself another glass, but this time she sipped. With uneasy legs, she walked out onto her balcony. She was kind of a ninny. The fact that some asshole decided to play games shouldn’t scare her so much. Still, it reminded her of her skating days and the obsessive fans she and Oliver had dealt with. They obsessed over their relationship, the ups and downs. Add in the fact that they were the ranked number one skating couple in the world, it made for a lot of crazed fans.

Sitting in one of the two chairs on the lanai, she closed her eyes. That was a lifetime ago with a girl who still believed in fairytales and happily ever after. When she opened her eyes, she was steadier. That girl might be gone, but she was pretty damned satisfied with the woman she had become.

chapterthree

Jensen woke the next morning, his head pounding and his cock stiff. He’d barely slept. Every time he fell asleep, Nicola had been there in his dreams—her enticing body and seductive voice keeping him awake for hours. He glanced down at his erection and grimaced. What the fuck was wrong with him? Last night should have been easy. Just some fun time in a room, but every woman had left him cold.

Now, he wished he had that problem. There was no denying the tented sheet or the raging hard-on that acted as it’s pole. So, instead of finding a willing woman, he had spent the night dreaming of Nic. His fantasies were getting out of hand. Hell, it had been so vivid, he was sure he could smell her scent on his sheets. He licked his lips. Fuck. He didn’t need reality when he could still taste her from his dreams.

Fucking bloody,bloodyhell.

The woman was driving him mental. He had never been this obsessed with anything in his life. Scratch that. Heroin. That had been the one other instance that he hadn't been able to deal with his fixation.

What the fuck was he supposed to do about a woman who he couldn't have?Ever. Usually, he didn't become enamored. He had always believed he didn't have the gene that people talked about. Those people who fell in love, loved being in love, wanted to be in love. No, he was different. He had a friend liken it to a drug addiction. Jensen had already had that in his life. No. He wanted nothing to do with it. Or her.

There was that other side of it too. She worked for him. He would not disrespect her that way. He didn’t want to give her up because she made life as a Wulf livable. And not just for him. She managed all of them so well, including his mother. That right there was more than any of them had hoped. He had to deal with her and he kind of liked having her around. He rolled his eyes and swung his legs over the side of his bed. He was a bloody mess.

He glanced toward the door, but knew he needed to do something about the hard-on before even attempting to get dressed and going down for breakfast. With a sigh, he pushed himself up and off the bed. He padded barefoot into the bathroom. The cool tile felt good beneath is feet. He still wasn't sure if it had been a good idea to buy the house, but he did like it. His brother had said it would be best to have a home base, and his sister had said she could use it for vacation. Neither of those two would probably spend much time there. The light, airy feeling usually left him feeling calm.

He turned on the water and stepped into the shower. He bit back a scream. It felt like ice pelting his flesh. Damn. This was worse than he had expected. Still, it was what he needed.

As he stood there, letting the water slide down over his body and icicles form in his blood, it didn't do anything for his erection. He glanced down. The one-eye bastard stood at attention, soaked with cold water.

“Fuck.”

He wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke it. He was painfully aroused, beyond just that morning erection. Each day seemed to get worse, but this morning the situation had gotten ten times worse than yesterday. The fact that he could still function enough to stand erect amazed him. No matter how he stroked himself, he didn't gain any relief. None. At this point, he was sure if he took an ice bath, it wouldn’t subside.

Grimacing, he realized what he needed. Or rather who. His eyes slid closed and she immediately appeared there. Her hair was down, spilled over her shoulders like silk. Water slid down her breasts, dripping from her nipples. Jensen could almost hear that little sigh she had. She released it in pleasure, usually over some kind of chocolate treat, but every time she did, his cock stood at attention begging for her caress. That sound had haunted his dreams more than once. Now, he used the memory of it to aid his release. Faster and faster, he stroked his hand up and down his shaft. Pressure built as he imagined her there in the shower, kissing her way down his stomach to his cock. Her hand, her mouth on him. The image of those full lips wrapped around his dick as she looked up at him with her ice blue eyes pushed him over the edge. He came, groaning with relief as he allowed pleasure to wash over him.

Long moments later, he leaned against the wall as he let the water clean the cum off his body.

He had no problem with masturbation, and as an adult, he had no issues with guilt. Still, he felt...unfulfilled? No, he had come, but he wasn't truly satisfied. No. This was something else, entirely. It was as if the fantasy was no longer doing it for him. That his obsession with Nic was now leaning into unhealthy territory.

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Nicola slipped offher sunglasses and looked out over the pool to the Pacific Ocean. She was an adult, in her thirties, but every time she called her mother, she felt as if she were thirteen years old and getting caught breaking curfew.

“Are you going to at least take some time off, Nicola?” her mother asked.

Nicola sighed. “Yes,Mama.”

“You work too hard.”

What she meant was Nicola had not given her any grandchildren. Nadia McCann was ready for grandchildren, and she didn’t mind telling Nicola every chance she got. She still hadn’t told her mother about Serenity’s pregnancy. That would probably end badly for Nicola. Her mother would start discussing how much younger Serenity was than Nic.

“But will you have time to relax?”

“Yes. In fact, Jensen is going to Maui next week. I’m staying here and I plan on poolside relaxation and probably a massage or two.”

“Good. You know working like you do could lead to other issues.”

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