by Lauren Wood
They stayed long enough to know that not even mouth to mouth resuscitation was going to bring him back from the brink of death. There was no way to hide the body and they were going to have to act quickly to get to Jamison before he decided to surround himself with a detail of security that was considered above reproach.
Jamison sat there listening to his lieutenant Adam speak about business. He was nodding his head, but was really more concerned with why he hadn’t heard from the horsemen. He drank his tea and made the necessary notes to become one of the leading suppliers of new and fresh talent. He had taken baby steps at first, but then those that he was coming after decided to push back. He had sent Adam and a few trusted and loyal soldiers to take care of the matter for him. They had done what he had wanted and now he had a stranglehold on the flesh trade.
“… needs to be taken care of immediately. Mr. Crane, you really do need to listen to me. I’m trying to tell you that you have a problem in house and that somebody needs to be sent to exterminate the rodent.” Adam looked at his mentor Jamison and it fell wrong to feel this elated. He enjoyed working for Jamison, but he really wasn’t given the proper respect. Had he been treated him better, he might’ve not done what he did. He had to wonder how long it was going to take before it would be over. Jordan was very specific about what to use. It took a bit for him to convince Jamison’s lieutenant that it was time for a new regime.
“I’m a little preoccupied with something at the moment, Adam. You know what to do and it’s not like I have to spell it out for you. Make sure that they’re not a problem anymore and then we can get back to the business that is making us all a lot of money.” Jamison was constantly looking at his phone and then he started to become fuzzy around the edges. He dropped his pen and put both of his fists up to his eyes to try to clear the cobwebs.
Adam didn’t like the flesh trade and when he was in power, he was going to let these girls have their lives back. He wanted to tell Jordan to go to hell, but he couldn’t do that. Jordan had laid out how he could become the leader that everybody wanted. He didn’t have to settle for standing in Jamison’s shadow, when it was possible for him to take that power for himself. Adam questioned Jordan’s loyalty, but in the end he knew that the best thing for everybody was to take the appropriate action.
“You don’t look very good, Mr. Crane.” He couldn’t stop giving Jamison the respect that he deserved. He might’ve been the product of his demise, but he still had a soft spot in his heart for the man that put him in this position. He was all about climbing the ladder and this position was becoming stagnant and stale.
“I don’t… I don’t feel…very good.” His voice and speech was slurred and his mind was muddled, but he suddenly came to the conclusion that he had been drugged. He looked down at the tea and then up at Adam. He knew the truth like it was written across his forehead. “Tell me that it’s not true. Tell me…that he didn’t get to you.” All Jamison got for his query was the shrug of Adam’s shoulders.
Adam watched, as he crashed down onto the table headfirst. He barely made the movement to get that teacup out of his way. Checking his pulse, he found that there was none. He motioned for Jordan and Lila to come out of the shadows. “I’ve made the arrangements. There’s a boat that is waiting for you to take possession of at the dock. Ironically, it’s Jamison’s way of escaping from the rest of the world. It’s now going to be used to get you out of here and give you a way to start your life over.” Adam had thought about going against his word, but it was after all Jordan that had shown him the way to the kind of riches and power that he never knew that he could get his hands on.
Jordan made a quick check of Jamison to make sure that he wasn’t going to rise like the phoenix from the ashes. The poison was this very powerful cyanide. The foam around his mouth was a good sign that he had swallowed enough of the concoction to do the right amount of damage to his internal organs.
“I know that it’s not a good idea to speak ill of the dead, but I’m glad that he’s gone. I’m also glad that those girls that are still out there will be given their freedom. I don’t even care what you do to those guys that have them in their possession. Whatever they get they had coming to them a long time ago.” “I had dreamed about this day for a very long time, but I never knew that I would actually see it come true. He was holding all the cards and now that power was given to somebody that could use it in the right way. He would still have a stranglehold on the narcotic and arms dealing, but the misuse of innocent young woman was going to come to an end.”
The yacht was an amazing piece of machinery. Jordan was able to manipulate it in his hands like he had been doing it all of his life. He was wearing only his boxer shorts; a silk pair that he found was perfect for the kind of blazing heat that was burning down from above. They were docked off a nude beach in the Riviera.
Lila in a very revealing yellow bikini was now standing wearing a pair of sunglasses and drinking a flute of champagne. She stood beside her husband and the excitement of being free was not lost on her. The projection of his weapon through that thin material was leaving no doubt that his love for her was a raging stone. “I never knew what paradise look like, but this really does feel like a dream come true. It’s been almost a month and I have this cute little baby bump. I never thought that I could love anything as much as I do this child.” Still having a mouthful of the champagne, she went down on her knees and fished through the opening to get at the hard and demanding object between his legs.
“I’m not complaining and the fact that you are insatiable is only an added bonus. I know that it might have something do with your raging hormones, but I’m not one to shine a light on any of that. You’ve had some interesting mood swings, but usually I just close myself off in the other room, until you settle down. I would say that if the boat is rocking don’t come knocking, but I think that would be a little crude.” Jordan looked down at the mirrored sunglasses. He couldn’t see her eyes, but her mouth was now busy at giving him that pleasure that he was never going to get used to.
“I think you know that idle hands are the devil’s playground. I will never let you think that I’m taking you for granted. This will always be something that I covet and I don’t want you to forget that.” The vacuum seal of her mouth drew him across her tongue and to the back of her mouth. The way that he was nudging to gain entry to her throat was now rewarded by her letting him feel what she had taught to be the best at. “I want him and I never want to be without him. I can’t even take my eyes off of him even if I wanted to. This has all the makings of a good thing. I’m definitely going to do something about it. What’s going on between him and me is something epic. I don’t know if it can get any better than this, but I doubt it.”
“If you’re not careful, you’re going to have something to clean up. I can’t think of anything else, but how bad I want you right now, Lila. We have some memories to make and there’s no reason to hold back. The night is definitely young and we should pace ourselves.” Jordan looked out at the sunrise. Getting the top of his cock blown off by the insistence of her mouth and that magical setting was better than anything that he had ever seen or felt before.
Everything was coming together and the way that his balls had turned into grapefruits was a good way for her to know that she was getting the job done. She had submitted to many of his whims, including that of being tied up and used.
Jordan was close, but he didn’t want to finish it this way. His thoughts were consumed by something else. He stopped her with his hand on top of her forehead. She looked disappointed, but that was going to change with the feel of his cock pushing aside the flimsy material of her bikini bottom. He turned her quickly, bent her over and stuck his head in between the cheeks of where he was going to bury himself in a second. His tongue stretched out to its maximum length. He used it to spear her.
“I don’t think that its’ right that we put on a show for those on shore. I don’t see any way that I’m going to stop you. It’
s not like I’m going to put up much of a fight.” Having an audience might be something of a secret aphrodisiac that I didn’t even know that I had.”
“I’m down on my knees showing you how much you mean to me, but I think that the three words that you’re looking for is that I love you.” He saw her turn towards him with that pretty smile and those three words had definitely made her day. She reached back and pulled her bikini bottom to the side and held it there for him to get up behind her. His instrument slid effortlessly into her wet quim and the heat that surrounded him was like his personal haven away from the real world.
He had stolen her away from a life that she didn’t want and was grateful to have the chance to let the past float away like it was somebody else’s. “I know that you love me, Jordan and that has never been something that I doubted. Give me what I want, or I might have to reach back and take it from you.” She felt him touch her lips and that was the moment that she went off. She screamed and saw a couple people that were lying near the shore raise up on their elbows to witness their own personal x rated movie.
“I think… That somebody likes being watched.” He actually got a secret thrill out of putting on a show. He was putting on a performance of a lifetime. He had a hold of her hips and was driving into her body incessantly. They were screaming at each other to go faster and harder. People were standing on the beach shielding their eyes from the sun and giving them the respect of their undivided attention. “Fuck…you have no idea what this feels like. You have me at a loss for words and the only thing that I can do is moan with desire.” Jordan watched, as her lips splayed open and then closed in around him every time that he buried himself to the hilt. The first orgasm was only a teaser and before long she was riding the wave of a multiple event.
She felt the pulsing of his organ and could feel that vein throbbing out of control. Her pussy was greedy and it swallowed his seed, as it shot out of him in eight huge streams that made her eyes wide.
He pulled out and stumbled back before grabbing onto the steering wheel behind him. They heard the chorus of applause and they walked naked and unashamed to the back of the boat to give a customary bow of appreciation.
They saw that their show had brought forth the establishment. The lifeguards were on their way to intervene, but they were already gunning the boat and skipping over the waves into the sunset.
THE END
NAVY SEAL ROMANCE COLLECTION
SEBASTIAN
Chapter 1
“I really appreciate you helping out Dr. Burk. I would swear that it’s a full moon. There are never enough beds to go around and sometimes I think that there are a few that get lost in the cracks. Volunteering your services like this tells me that there has to be a military connection in your family. I don’t mean to pry, but I’m usually a pretty good judge of character.” Randy Hope was the administrator for a halfway house for military veterans coming back after something traumatic happened during their mission. Randy had the full support of every military branch. He was of military origin himself, but he came back and found a purpose. He wasn’t going to drown in self pity at the bottom of a bottle.
“I only want to help. People like you who serve for the right to protect our freedoms deserve our respect. You honor us with your duty to country and to the flag and we are responsible for all of you when you come back damaged. I’ve been meaning to throw myself into a volunteer capacity, but I’ve never had enough time with my own busy practice.” Cali Burk was a bigger girl with the kind of curves that had a lot of men salivating for the chance to see what kind of stamina she had underneath the sheets. Her dirty blond hair was shoulder length with slight curls that gave her an innocent quality. “I wish that I could be truthful with him, but that is not how this works. I’ve been sworn to an oath and made to sign a nondisclosure agreement. I won’t betray the confidence of the man that gave me a task that others have failed at miserably. I’ve read his file and Sebastian comes here every day to sit with those that have lost a limb or are suffering needlessly because of painful reminders of their past.”
“I do have to ask you why you would consider doing this now. Everybody has their reasons and there’s always that stressor that pushes you into doing something that you’ve never been totally comfortable with. For me, it was losing my family because of nightmares that had me waking at all hours of the night screaming bloody murder. My wife at the time tried to be there for me, but I don’t blame her for wanting to start over with someone that didn’t have that much baggage.” What Randy wasn’t saying was that he wanted to kill his wife many times. It was as if the enemy was seen in her eyes and the last straw was putting his hands around his wife’s throat. It took his two young children to beg him to stop and then he knew it was over.
Cali could see that Randy was hurting, but doing this had alleviated some of the stress of what he had seen and endured in his time with the navy. She wanted to help on her oath to do no harm and to heal those that could be healed. “I do have one caveat for me to come here on a volunteer basis. I need to pick and choose those that I want to get more in depth with. I think it would be a good idea, as I usually have a good eye for those that are suffering more than others. I’m looking for a challenge and someone is out there waiting for me to take them by the hand and bring them into the light. They’ve lived in darkness long enough and it’s time that they finally find their way back home.” “My mission is clear and Sebastian Nicholas is my assignment of choice. I need to treat this very gently and not bulldoze my way into his life. Not even Randy knows my true purpose for being here. It was stressed to me with vehemence by a man that had so many medals that it was almost blinding to be in his presence.
“I have a few that say that they don’t need any help, but I know differently. It’s those that you should concentrate your efforts on. They won’t be very forthcoming and those missions that keep them up at night are for eyes only. Only those personnel given that kind of clearance can know what they’ve gone through.” Randy couldn’t help, but to look at this young woman in the prime of her life. She was wearing her heart on your sleeve and that kind of bleeding heart could get her into trouble. He had seen them come and go. Some left on their own accord and others had to be forced to find a different line of work. They couldn’t handle the horror stories and their minds would literally shut down after envisioning some of the things that these soldiers had to see.
“Those are the ones I’m looking for. I respect every man and woman that comes through that door looking for somebody to help. It shows that they have the strength of character and a willingness to look past their pride. They know that something has been broken, but it’s those that think that they are able to deal with it on their own that are truly this close to losing it all.” Cali watched this dark haired gentleman with caring eyes and a smile that made you feel at ease from the moment that he sat down in front of her.
Cali had her glasses on. It was a nondescript pair that made her look more matronly or maybe something of a naughty librarian. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, but it gave her that educational feel. That was not what these people needed. They needed someone that was going to be on their level and not treat them like they were numbers on a chart. She needed to personalize her approach and not make it seem like therapy. It had to look more natural. That wasn’t going to be easy.
Randy rummaged through the files and came up with five distinct names that would fit the criteria of what Dr. Burk was looking for. He glanced over his shoulder to see that she was looking out the window and there was a bead of sweat between her bountiful bosom. It made him lick his lips like a starving dog, but he also knew that he had someone special waiting for him back home. It’s just that he had always had a fantasy of making it with a woman with that kind of obvious endowment. It seemed almost cruel to end up with someone that was a bit less than what he was hoping for. She was the love his life, but she did not hold a candle to those that were busting out all over the place.
Cali was not blind and she knew what kind of effect that she had on those that were around her. Their careful and subtle glances or leering gaze was a good indication that she had more than the average girl, but this was something that was a sought after commodity by many. “I think that I will take a look at these and see if anything strikes my fancy. To be honest, I would like nobody to know that I’m a therapist. I find that it’s easier to consume their thoughts by becoming one of them. I have made myself a file and what I’m suffering from is a former PTSD. According to those records, I’m an infantry grunt that has troubles following orders. I have fits of rage and I tend to lash out at any authority figure. I’m going to weasel my way into one of these men’s lives. It might not be conventional therapy, but I do not believe in failure.” “I don’t want to be this secretive, but they told me that this was a matter of National Security. Sebastian Nicholas is a sharpshooter for a secret branch of the military. For all intents and purposes, he is known to be a navy sharpshooter, but his true purpose is more clandestine. They showed me a redacted file and I could tell from what I was reading that this man had skills that went beyond the Normal Range of military practices.”
“That’s highly unusual and I really don’t condone this kind of trickery. I’m not going to tell you how to do your job, Dr. Burk. By all means, take all the time that you need. I’m just going to do my rounds and I have a young man that is working through some issues concerning his family. He lost both of his legs in Afghanistan trying to defuse a mine in the middle of the road. He’s despondent and I know he’s this close to wanting to end it all. Maybe if you had the time, you can see what you can’t do about helping him.” Randy was dressed impeccably, but there was almost something casual about his approach. He was wearing dark black jeans, a white shirt with no tie and a vest that made him look professional, but also someone that you could talk to about your problems. He stood at the door not wanting to leave.
