The Sirens of SaSS Anthology

by Anthology

  “Someone kills a pig so you can eat. Today, that will be me. But next time, Hope, that will be you.”

  We walked in silence for another half hour before Jake stopped and pointed into the brush. He gestured for me to come close. My stomach fluttered at our closeness when he whispered in my ear.

  “Go around to the other side and scare him out of the bush. Just run at him, but don’t grab him. They are meaner than I am.”

  “That’s pretty mean,” I whispered back with a wink.

  I was terrified, but I did it. If only my spa girlfriends could see me now, I thought as I walked around through the shrubs.

  Jake gave me the thumbs up, and I ran toward the thick brush. I screamed and made as much noise as I could as I charged. I felt wild, savage even. Until, of course, I actually saw the thing.

  And it didn’t run toward Jake; instead the creature turned and ran at me. It was bigger than I expected, and faster. The noise it made, more of a grunt than a squeal, was sickening. The long nose, the beady black eyes, that wiry hair—all of it freaked me out.

  Be brave, a voice inside me said.

  Margaret would have run, but Hope was determined to have this pig for dinner. I flung myself toward it, screaming for Jake. I made contact with the monster, touching it, feeling its hot breath on me. We slid in the mud together, rolling as its claws pierced my skin. Jake was screaming, but I couldn’t hear him. My one goal was to hold that boar until he stabbed it.

  “Let her go,” I finally heard him say from beside me.

  “Kill it!” I howled.

  “This is a pregnant female,” he said calmly. “Let her go.”

  The boar turned to bite me when he stomped at it. To my relief, it ran.

  I lay there in the mud, scratched and dirty, and most of all, angry.

  “I fought that beast for nothing!”

  He laughed, which made me even madder. “It was sexy as hell,” he said with smile.

  “You’re an asshole!” I tried to stand up but slid in the mud. “Help me up.”

  He folded his arms. “I like you in that mud, baby.”

  “Fuck you,” I spat, fighting to stand up.

  “I’m game for that.”

  He reached his hand to help me, but his heavy boots gave way in the thick mud and he landed on top of me. “Me too,” I said.

  “You too, what?”

  I took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. “I’m game for the fucking.”

  My hips ground into him as his lips found mine. Jake’s kiss was hard, unyielding—the opposite of Fisher’s softness. There was no tongue stroking with Jake; it was pure tongue-fucking.

  He clawed at my thin clothes, his hands reaching under my shirt to caress my painfully hard nipples. I moaned as he spread my legs with his, pushing me even deeper into the thick mud.

  I pulled his fly open and begged him to take me. I was starving and he was my feast. When Jake plunged into my tightness, hard and rough, the ecstasy ripped through me. My nails scraped down his back and he thrust into me again and again, our howls echoing through the jungle.

  ***

  “You are such a dirty girl,” he said as he lifted me from the mud.

  “You’re fairly filthy yourself.”

  “Let’s get cleaned up.”

  “No pork tonight? We’re done?” I asked.

  He shook his head. “Oh, we’re far from done. But no, no more hunting today.” He pointed off into the distance. “There’s a pond over that way, it’ll do for bath time.”

  We walked hand in hand toward a clearing. Beyond some trees was the clearest water I’ve ever seen.

  “How fortunate we all landed on an island with plenty of fresh water,” I said as we waded into the warm pond.

  “I don’t believe in all the stuff that Fisher does, but I do know that fortune had nothing to do with it. We were supposed to be here, and this is no ordinary island.”

  “So I’m here for eternity?” The words sounded foreign, dreamlike as they came out.

  “I don’t know about eternity. We’re not invincible or anything. Fisher got sick last year and almost died. He’d tell you the magic waters healed him, but I think it was me. I held him, I begged him not to leave me, and I filled his belly with warm boar soup. He’s here, he recovered, but I do know that he might have died, that he was capable of leaving me.”

  “Have you tried to be rescued?”

  “Hope, he rescued me. Fisher did.”

  “He’s special.” The mention of Fisher sent flutters through my stomach.

  “You will love him, too, and he you.”

  “Jake, I’m not sure how that works, three of us in a relationship? If that’s what you mean.” Could they both love me? Could I love them both?

  “The sirens sang of a love like no other the island has seen—a love shared by three. Fisher would say they sent us you.”

  “And what would you say?”

  He sighed and reached for me, holding me close to his chest. “I don’t know about all of that stuff. I do know that I enjoyed being inside a woman again and if you make him happy, it’ll work out.”

  “It’s just because I’m the only one—the only woman. Back home, guys like you and Fisher would never look twice at someone like me. Not now, anyway. I was beautiful once, I just didn’t know it then.”

  Jake leaned into me, forehead to forehead, and looked into my eyes. “They did want you, you just didn’t know it. You didn’t want you. Beautiful once? God, Hope, you are extraordinary now. All of the things that you see as flaws, changes the years have brought, have perfected you, not marred you.”

  Our lips met and he kissed me. Tears rolled down my cheeks; it had been so very long since I’d felt adored. Here, on this island, I felt like a woman again.

  After the mud was washed away, we walked back toward camp as the sun set.

  “Have you tried to get off the island? At first you must have wanted to be found.”

  “Yeah, at first we did. And then, as we fell in love, we decided this was our home. The two of us could never be together back in New York like we are here. We both love women, but what we have here is forever.”

  I thought about the society they’d come from, and it made me sad.

  “Things have changed over the years, Jake. You would be surprised.”

  “Have they really changed enough? Is it truly a better world than the one we left?”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  “You’re not a prisoner here, Hope. There are chances to go and you’ll get to decide.”

  “When?” I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to leave, but the idea of never going home was daunting.

  “When you’re not broken anymore.”

  ***

  That night the three of us melded together as one. I’d never experienced anything that sensual, that erotic, in my life. My husband, Daniel, had no idea, nor the desire, to pleasure a woman the way these two men did that night on the island.

  It was as if by their touch, my body awakened and remembered the pleasure it was capable of feeling and giving. When Jake’s tongue stroked mine as Fisher was deep inside me, the ecstasy was nearly unbearable.

  The sirens sang in the wind when our three bodies fully joined, Fisher behind me and Jake in front, all of our tongues finding each other’s kiss. As they filled me completely, I came again and again like I never thought I could. It was more than the physical pleasure; it was a joining of three so intense, so divine, that I knew we’d never be apart again.

  I fell asleep that night in their arms, the three of us tangled like vines, and as we would every morning after.

  Over the course of the next while, I can’t tell you how long because there was no sense of time on the island, we went from being simply lovers to three people in love. The sirens were right—the force of our love multiplied was majestic, it was supernatural. I truly was no longer broken.

  One day, however, our love was tested. I was returning from weeding the garden I’d plant
ed in the sandy soil when I heard them arguing. Harsh words alone weren’t that unique; we were three strong-willed individuals and we certainly weren’t always blissful ever after. Jake, in particular, could have a scalding temper. But that afternoon it wasn’t Jake who was angry; it was my sweet Fisher.

  “You better fucking not tell her!” I froze; they were arguing over me.

  “She has to know.” Jake’s voice was calm, but determined. He would get his way.

  “I can’t, we can’t, after waiting all this time. We’ve only had her a few months. Please, Jake, I’m begging you.” Fisher’s anger had turned to panic.

  “If she goes, we can’t give the island life,” Fisher said.

  “Hope isn’t a prisoner, she’s not a captive, and she’s healed enough to decide.”

  “I know,” Fisher said, the fear and sadness in his voice breaking my heart.

  I walked forward through the trees. “What am I to decide?” I asked.

  They both looked at me and were silent for a long while, wrestling with a decision.

  “Tell me, Jake.”

  But it was Fisher who spoke. “There’s a ship, I saw it yesterday. Soon it will be close enough to signal for rescue.”

  The island spun around me; the moment had come. “Will the sirens let me go?”

  Tears brimmed in Fisher’s green eyes as he nodded. “Yes, if we can see the ship, if it made it this near to us, then they are giving you the choice.”

  “Please don’t go,” Jake blurted out. He took my hands in his. “I love you,” he said to me for the first time. “We love you.”

  I was dizzy, and I leaned into Jake for support. Fisher’s arms joined us, holding tightly to me on as if I might evaporate.

  “I love you both. You’ve become my world, my everything. This is all I want, this is all I will ever need. The three of us, sharing eternal love in our home, is more than I could have ever hoped for. I will never leave you.”

  I kept that promise, even though other ships passed by. Our love was a miracle to me, although I suspect that real love is always a miracle. On that island, our home, three broken souls became one, and through that love we were healed.

  I still bear some of the scars of the past, however. Memories of that day with Daniel cause me to wake up screaming from nightmares. The sea still frightens me, and I remember the cruel taste of the saltwater as I was drowning that afternoon. My flesh is still imperfect, and no amount of healing water has removed the flaws that I once worried so much over.

  There has been one marvelous change to my body, however. As I sit here today in the clear blue pond where I came with Jake that day, there is a new life on the horizon. My hand skims over my pregnant belly as I wash and I feel our baby kick. The sirens’ song is carried in the wind as the two men that I love place their hands on me to feel our child move. A new life is coming, a new hope, sprung from our endless love on this island which I once thought so savage.

  The End

  Author Sam JD Hunt

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  SaSS Acknowledgments

  This book is in celebration of the strength, perseverance, love, and sexiness that exists in all women. The mystic nature of the siren, which is the mascot theme for our 2018 event, is something we believe exists in each of us. We follow that internal calling, sometimes to hidden riches in life and sometimes to dark seas, but our paths – no matter the direction the winds take us – have been rich with an opportunity of learning, self-awareness, great friendships and of course wonderful books.

  We would like to express our deep gratitude to the contributing authors of this Anthology. Through your work and the generous donation of each of these stories, you have helped make a difference. The lives of those you’ve touched with your words are enhanced by your graciousness to share your gift of writing and that treasure is priceless.

  A special thanks is extended Robin Harper of Wicked By Design. Your ability to creatively take a rough idea and polish it bright as though it is the finest pearl found in the sea is a great talent. Your suggestions and ease of working together made the process such an easy undertaking. You are a true gem!

  We would like to express our great appreciation to Eric Battershell. Your continued encouragement for our signings each year, the kind donation of your time and the amazing photo of Chris leaves us in awe. Behind the lens your keen eye is masterful and your friendship is more precious than diamonds.

  We are particularly grateful to Chris Williamson. Chris, how thrilled we are to have you on the cover and part of this project. Your friendship and participation in our events over the years has enriched our lives. If wealth was measured by your ability to make people comfortable, with your sweet compassion and your extreme intelligence, then your treasure chest would be overflowing with silver and jewels! Pirate lore would be written of the masses searching the high seas for your fortune – and of course the naughty sirens would be protecting your British booty!

  To our besties Amy and Valerie. Your support and friendships bring warmth to our hearts and souls. You bring calmness to our treacherous waves before each shipwreck. We adore you!

  We would like to acknowledge with our most heartfelt gratitude, the love and support of our families. To our husbands Gordon and Joshua, and our children Tyler, Abigail, Lilly, and Joshua. All of you are the foundation of our strength and worth more to us than all the gold in the world. This book and our ability to do signings would not have been possible without your continued support.

  Finally, we would like to thank our Veterans. In no way can this book repay those who have or are currently serving our country, facing challenging life events and experiences. Through your continued courage and resilience, this team effort is our small way to give thanks to you.

  We appreciate each one of you for taking a chance on this book and supporting the Official Charity of #SaSS18 ~ VETSports.org. Our sincere thanks ~ Lisa & Amy

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