by Tammy Walsh
“Who says I would even let you enjoy me every day?”
I chuckled and ground my hard cock against her and enjoyed it when she gasped.
“This does.”
I pecked her on the lips and, hesitantly, climbed off her.
I let out a breath, my cock still ram-rod hard.
I ran my eyes over her sumptuous body and couldn’t believe I actually had the strength to turn her down.
But I meant what I said to her.
As good as this one time might be, it didn’t compare to the thousands of times in the future.
I clung to that belief like a liferaft and hoped I wasn’t making a big mistake.
“Let’s get this over with,” I said.
“Aren’t you going to wait until you… relax?”
Her eyes flicked down to my groin.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “The ice-cold water will take care of that.”
I stepped from the pick-up and onto the muddy lakeside.
The lake’s surface was still and calm, nothing like that night I crashlanded.
I imagined the ship now, sailing through the sky, a plume of thick smoke spewing out the back as it screamed toward the road where my love was innocently driving home…
Thank God I managed to swerve and avoid her at the last moment.
She squeezed my hand and smiled at me nervously.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
No, but what other choice did I have if I wanted to keep her safe?
I pulled her toward me and buried my tongue in her throat.
Initially taken by surprise, she responded in kind, her hand reaching down to the front of my pants and seizing me through the fabric.
“Are you sure you don’t want a taste before heading down there?” she said.
She was such a tease.
I grasped a boob in one hand and gently rubbed her pussy with the other.
She didn’t flinch or shy back.
She just stared me right in the eye.
“I’m all yours.”
I growled audibly and pressed my lips to hers once more.
I wrapped her in my arms and reached down to firmly grab her ass.
She smacked my ass and I did the same to her.
She spanked me harder while I squeezed her firmly.
“Don’t take too long, will you?” she whispered.
I almost tossed her over my shoulder and carried her toward the pickup’s cab and had my way with her right then and there.
I knew she would only encourage me.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I said.
“No, but I’ll try my best,” she said with a wink.
She slid her hands under my jacket and shoved it off.
She put it on over her shoulders and did the same with my shirt and pants, taking her time to nibble at the hard bulge in the front.
Leaving her at the side of the lake while I entered the freezing cold water was the hardest thing imaginable.
But I did it.
I waded into the shallows, the freezing temperature stabbing at me like a set of steak knives.
A storm of goosebumps razed my flesh and made me shiver.
The water reached my waist and my breath hitched in my throat.
I turned around to look at Isabella, who waved from the shore, a look of concern etched on her face.
I took a deep breath and submerged myself entirely in the water.
Even though I was expecting the sudden drop in temperature, my body was shocked.
I took a few deep breaths to expand my lungs and warm them up for the potentially suicidal dive I was preparing myself for.
I took one last gulp, glanced at Isabella standing on the shore, and dived into the water.
It surrounded me and attacked me, sharp and painful.
My muscles were slow to react to my commands, but eventually, they did.
I pulled myself through the water one yard at a time, heading toward that deep darkness where the wreckage of my ship lay.
My old life lay in wait too.
I was consumed by darkness, all signs of life wiped clean the same way my memories had been that day I smashed into the lake.
I headed deeper, my thoughts always returning to the same image:
Isabella and her lips kissing mine, giving in to me, her supple and soft body aching and ready for me to take advantage of.
It was the only warmth I had to cling to as I dove further into that infinite darkness.
Isabella
I knew I shouldn’t have let him go under the water.
I knew we should have taken off from this place and kept running.
Maybe, if we got very lucky, Liam would stop chasing us, and accept he would never catch us.
But I knew it was all a pipe dream.
Eventually, he would catch us.
My pop’s old pick-up couldn’t keep running forever.
It was on its last legs as it was.
And I didn’t have a ton of cash we could live off for that long either.
The truth was, Clint had no choice but to head into the depths to reclaim his ship.
I only wished he didn’t have to do it.
But sometimes you had to do things you didn’t want.
The mud sucked at my boots as I paced back and forth.
I carved out a deep furrow, slipped, and almost fell face-first in the muck several times.
I shifted lane and started work on churning up a new furrow in the thin grassy verge.
I heard a noise.
I spun toward the water’s surface.
I searched for a sputtered figure but was discouraged when I saw nothing.
It wasn’t Clint but a bird flapping its wings in the foliage.
The mind can make any sound seem like a burst of spray from a lake’s surface when it wanted to.
And my mind sure wanted to.
I feared I wouldn’t see Clint again.
In letting him descend to the crashed ship, I had given him permission to remove his life from mine.
Every noise my mind misinterpreted as him appearing was met with both happiness and terror.
What if his body had returned to me but his soul hadn’t?
What if the lake had achieved what it failed to do last time and drown him?
Returning to me nothing but his empty shell?
I meant what I said earlier in the pick-up cab, when I wanted him to take me.
I’d waited too long already.
I wanted to feel his weight pressing down on me, his thick cock probing deep inside me.
I wanted to ride him, work up a sweat, and encourage him to use me any way he wanted.
He was mine and I was his.
I trusted him and knew he would never hurt me.
I came to a stop and slapped my forehead with the palm of my hand.
Funny how we revert to caricatures of emotions when they hit us hardest.
There was a way for me to know if Clint was alive and well.
I only had to tap into the bond that connected us.
It was easy to forget a new skill you had available to you if you were used to not having it.
I reached for that throbbing light pulsing in my chest… and hesitated.
Did I really want to know if he was alive and well?
What if the answer was no?
What if he got trapped down there and couldn’t make his way up to the surface?
What if—
I shook my head.
Either way, I would want to know the truth.
Better to know than to be a worried mess for the next few hours.
I tapped into it, my stomach already churning deep in my gut.
I found him immediately, somewhere inside that fallen ship.
I breathed a heavy sigh of relief and maintained my grip on it.
I stared at the water’s surface, trailing him as he moved around down there.
I wondered what he was up to.
He must have found an air pocket or drained the water from one section of the ship for him to still be alive and well the way he was.
Now I had something else to focus on, I no longer paced back and forth.
I didn’t need to.
I still had to wait, but at least now I knew the wait would result in good news.
I glanced over my shoulder at the other bond, the one I could have happily lived without, as Liam drew closer and closer.
I was shocked he had managed to cover so much ground.
I still found it hard to distinguish with any degree of accuracy just how far away he was, but I could feel him drawing nearer.
I wished he would leave me alone.
How could he not see we were never going to work?
We weren’t going to work back when we were teenagers and we weren’t going to work now.
I had denied him twice and he still pursued me.
Another girl might have been flattered.
Not me.
I wanted no part of him or his sadistic plans.
My skin writhed at the thought of him doing what I was so desperate for Clint to do.
I felt physically sick.
Pop.
My attention snapped to the water’s surface.
It was perfectly still.
Had I imagined it?
Or was it another made-up noise from the flapping birds in the trees?
No, I thought. It definitely came from the lake.
I was sure of it.
But Clint’s location was still deep beneath the surface.
He’d moved slightly to one side but I had no idea what it meant.
Pop.
A bubble!
Yes! I knew I wasn’t imagining things!
It was definitely there.
Pop. Pop.
And there!
More of them!
Something was happening…
Something beneath the surface…
Pop.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
They came not from one location now but several, spread out at regular intervals, seemingly at random.
But they weren’t at random.
They only appeared that way because I couldn’t see where they erupted from.
The bubbles grew larger, swelling to a yard wide.
I focused on that pulsing light, at Clint, and watched as it began to rise.
I clapped my hands.
He was bringing the ship up!
Somehow he was bringing it to the surface!
Look! There!
One of the wingtips, and there, it’s twin!
They lifted from the lake inch by slow inch, rising higher and higher.
Water ran from the sharp lines and down the hard metal hull.
Then the water glowed with light as its headlamps emerged.
I blinked and covered my eyes with my hands to block the worst of it.
The ship’s engines roared, relatively quiet for a ship of its size.
It drifted to one side and landed in the middle of the road.
A good thing it was a road rarely traveled, I thought. But that didn’t mean someone wouldn’t come down it eventually.
The ship hissed as it came to a stop.
The blinding lights dimmed and purple marks were left in my vision.
Clint was inside the ship, somewhere up near the top, where the cockpit would be.
I didn’t know much about planes but I knew that much at least.
The ship was much larger than I thought.
It could have crushed me like a bug.
How could I have not noticed its sheer size?
As the purple blemishes in my vision dimmed, I noticed the plane’s shape.
It wasn’t built like it was made for international travel—though I was sure it was capable of it.
No, the only time I had ever seen a ship like this was on the sci-fi channel.
What I was staring at, what Clint had brought up from the surface, what he’d been traveling in when he crashed into the lake…
Was a spaceship.
When the ramp descended and Clint walked down it, I could have thought I’d been cast in a 1950’s sci-fi movie.
The aliens always looked human.
I guess it saved on costs.
But Clint didn’t have green skin or an elongated index finger.
He looked normal.
Then maybe Cliff’s idea about this being some kind of secret government project wasn’t so crazy after all.
But I had a bad feeling in my stomach and I wasn’t sure Clint could alleviate it.
He drew up to me and for the first time since realizing I wanted to be with him, I didn’t throw myself into his arms.
He was drenched head to foot with water but that wasn’t what concerned me.
It was the ship and what it symbolized.
“Can… Can it fly?” I said.
“Yes. It has some damage but nothing that can’t be fixed.”
I didn’t know what else to say.
What else was there to say?
“Would you like to see it?” Clint said.
I peered at the ship.
My senses screamed at me not to enter.
It was dangerous.
Otherworldly.
Unknown.
My eyes shifted to Clint and my heart melted.
He was still the same great guy I’d fallen in love with.
He hadn’t changed, even if the situation had.
“Uh, sure,” I said.
He took me by the hand and led me up the ramp.
The lights were bright inside and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust.
The ramp whirred shut behind us.
I couldn’t help but feel trapped.
The hallways that wound out from our location were long and metallic with metal grates underfoot and white walls down either side.
“This way,” Clint said.
I followed his direction down the hall.
Water ran in rivulets and dripped through the grated floor.
The ceiling was sheer white and didn’t drip on us from above.
“Watch this,” Clint said, before turning to the wall. “Computer.”
There was a beeping sound in response.
“Locate the medical bay.”
The lights shifted color to a soft orange.
“Please follow the directions indicated by the light,” a computerized voice said.
“Uh, what was that?” I said.
“It’s Computer. It’s some kind of voice interface so we can talk directly to the computer and issue commands.”
“Does being here help with your memories?” I said.
“No. But it’s something Computer says can be fixed with the machines in the medical bay. I thought I should go there and see if it can heal me.”
I nodded, feeling very uncertain in this place.
We followed the lights and I glanced down the corridors at every crossroad.
More hallways unfurled, stretching as far as the eye could see.
I wondered just how big this ship was.
The medical bay was a fairly small area with a bunch of chambers with glass walls.
Inside each was a chair that could recline like in a dentist’s office.
My mouth felt dry at seeing it.
All I could think of was anal probing…
I squeezed Clint’s hand.
“I don’t want you to do it,” I said.
“Computer can fix my memories. I’ll be able to remember everything.”
“What if it’s bad? What if the government control it and wipe away your memories of the past few days?”
Listen to me, I thought. I sounded like I should be wearing a straitjacket.
“Nothing bad will happen to me,” Clint said.
He raised a hand to my cheek and gently kissed me.
“You don’t know that,” I said. “I let you swim down to the ship to bring it up. You
did that. I could have lost you. I don’t want to take that risk again.”
“There’s no risk. I promise you.”
I shuffled my feet, glanced at the reclining chair, and shook my head.
“Listen,” Clint said. “I’m going to have the procedure and I’ll remember everything. Then we can take care of Liam and be together. But first I have to use this machine.”
I gnawed on my bottom lip like a dog with a bone.
“I don’t like it. What if you forget about me?”
Clint’s smile broadened into a grin.
“Forget about you? How could I? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me! Listen to me. Everything’s going to be all right. You’ll see.”
Despite his certainty, he failed to convince me, but if he was determined to use the machine anyway, what could I do?
“Can I sit and watch?” I said.
“Sure. And keep your lips ready for when the procedure is over. If I do forget, that little memento will bring the memories flooding back for sure.”
I took a seat on a hard plastic seat and watched as Clint climbed into the reclining chair.
“What appears to be the problem?” Computer said.
“I have amnesia,” Clint said. “I lost my memories when the ship crashed and I want them back.”
“Scanning. Please wait.”
An arm descended from the ceiling and ran over Clint from head to toe.
“Scan complete. Analyzing results.”
It was less than two seconds later when Computer spoke again.
“I have identified the problem. The procedure is quick and simple. Would you like to proceed?”
Clint peered over at me.
He must have seen the fear in my eyes.
Maybe that was why he said:
“I will love you forever and always. Nothing can change that. Not even amnesia.”
It thawed my concerns a little but I still felt tight about the procedure.
Clint leaned back and nodded his head.
“Do it.”
The chair spun around and lowered so Clint lay flat on his back.
Multiple metal arms, like the legs of a spider, descended from the ceiling, each sporting a different tool.
Initially, my imagination took them for scalpels and saws to get to his brain, but upon closer inspection, they glowed a multitude of colors in a variety of different lasers.
“Please try not to move,” Computer said.
Then the arms dropped down and began their work.
It was like watching a perfectly orchestrated dance.
