True North Book 3 - Finding Now Kate and Sam by Allie Juliette Mousseau Page A

want women. Women wanted me.
    I licked up the side of the cute brunette’s neck, while my thumb and forefinger found her nipple and gave it a tug. She moaned, and I pressed my hardening dick into the softness of her soft belly, showing her I was ready. She took my hand and brought me into her bedroom. We stripped down and, after I rolled a condom on, I threw her onto the bed and fucked her nice and hard until she was coming noisily beneath me.
    It was then that I knew there was no point in trying to fool myself anymore, because the entire time I was having more than satisfying hot sex with this girl, I was thinking of only one woman—Catherine Jolie.
     
    “Jake, man I need some advice.” It was early Friday morning, and I knew Jake could give me answers.
    “Really, and you’re calling me and not the other half of your brain?”
    He was referring to Will, of course. “Are you going to make this an issue?”
    “Of course not. Shoot.”
    I knew he’d keep it to himself. “I have a new professor this year. She’s fucking hot.”
    “Your professor is hot?” Jake choked.
    “Yeah, she’s only like twenty-six or seven. Something happened to her but I don’t know what. She’s fucking smart and beautiful and has the most gorgeous, inquisitive, sky blue eyes. She puked on me last week.”
    “What?” Jake interrupted, laughing. “Did you say she puked on you?”
    “She had some kind of panic attack over something—I don’t know if someone hurt her or what, but it’s left a really bad aftershock. I helped her home and we talked a little.” I’d been trying to hold back the feelings I’d been grappling with, but now in the safety of my older brother, they were spilling out. I paced as I talked. “I really don’t get it. Yes, she’s smoking—I came on to her the first day of class because I thought she was a student, but now … I just want to be with her. At least be her friend. I can’t explain it. She’s so sad and caught up in whatever has her, and I feel like I need to get her out of it. I’ve seen her smile and it’s like the fucking sunrise. She has four contacts in her phone, four! One is her work. Two others are her parents. And she’s lived here in Seattle for months and goes nowhere but to the school, an Irish pub to eat and home. God damn it, I have to figure it out!”
    Jake waited until I caught my breath before he said, “Then go figure it out.”
    “But it’s none of my fucking business,” I blurted.
    “Okay, then don’t.”
    After he said it, I cursed and ran my fingers through my hair.
    “So what’s the real problem?” Jake said, confronting me.
    “I don’t know,” I grumbled.
    “I do.”
    “Then tell me, for Christ’s sake!”
    “You like her, man. Does there have to be anything deeper than that? Fate does all kinds of crazy ass shit. Go with it and see where it leads.”
    “I don’t want to feel like this. I felt like this before and I don’t like it.”
    “Come on, Sam, that was a frigging lifetime ago. If you didn’t like the way it felt you wouldn’t be calling me,” Jake reasoned. “Embrace it.”
    “She won’t let me in. Not at all.”
    “So then you’ll have to break in.”
    “What?”
    “What have you tried?”
    “I’ve called, texted, sent her flowers … I’ve asked her out more times than I can count.”
    “Wait a minute,” Jake interrupted. “I thought you said she only had four phone contacts and that she never went anywhere but the pub and work.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Well, dumb ass, she’s not going to go out anywhere with you if she doesn’t go anywhere on her own.”
    “Oh, fuck! That’s it!” I nearly shouted. “You’re fucking brilliant, you know.”
    “Yes, actually, I do know.”
    I laughed and we hung up.
    While I took my run on the greenway next to the sound, I plotted.
     
    Monday came along and, as I walked into Professor Jolie’s class that morning, I held myself at the entrance. My regular flirtation with her wasn’t