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They started to move in unison, their bodies now as one, until finally they were just a blur of motion.  This thin mattress was not meant for the exertion of what it was being put through.  It was lucky that it didn’t come apart at the seams.

He soon found himself with her straddling him and taking a bit of the control and grabbing it for her own.  She put her hands on his chest, being careful not to touch the wound and cause him any undue pain that wasn’t necessary.

Aria could feel it coming and knew that it was just a matter of time.  To enhance that moment, she strayed her hand down and played with herself.  That was all that was needed to break the sound barrier, as she screamed.  “YES…Oh sweet…mother of…YESSSSSSSS.” She was riding in the saddle, holding on for the ride of her life and feeling him bucking up underneath her to get maximum penetration.

That orgasm was more than enough to grab his cock and make it almost impossible for him to lie there and do nothing.  Michael had his hands on her waist and was now holding her steady.  She was in the process of enjoying the aftermath of her own release.  He felt his coming and buried his teeth into her neck like some kind of vampire.  He moaned incoherently, as he filled her with his seed and felt her gyrating and trembling to his touch.

Chapter seven

They lie there in a sheen of their own sweat, not quite knowing what to say or how to feel about what had been done inside of this room.  “Michael, I want you to know that I have no regrets.  Had I been able to do it all over again, I wouldn’t change a thing.” She was tracing her fingers down his muscles, stopping at the one that was depleted.  She smiled wickedly, as she touched the head and saw him jerk and let out this involuntary moan that came out of nowhere.

“I think that you might be having a little bit too much fun.  I’m not complaining, but if you continue to do that, then we’re never going to get dressed.” They stayed basking in the afterglow, waiting until they were able to breathe correctly and compose themselves long enough to get dressed.

Michael stopped everything, looked around and he sensed something was wrong.

The door exploded not more than 50 feet away from them.  Those same beams of red light were now searching the room, as Michael grabbed Aria and they ran towards the only exit that presented itself.  The window.

“I don’t like the look of this, Michael.  There’s too many of them.” Aria saw the shadows moving outside the window.  Those same red lights that were now currently in the room were now being beamed into the building from every angle imaginable.

“If you really want to survive this, Aria, you’re going to have to do exactly what I say without question or delay.” Michael knew that his friend had broken the bond that they had made in battle.  Michael was under the mistaken impression that he could trust those that he had served with.  It always comes down to a matter of money.

Michael stood at the window and saw something down below that made him cock his eyebrow.  In the water there was a semblance of movement and then he saw the smiling face of Tanner in scuba gear.  He was motioning for him to come down there, but there was really only one way that they could do that.  Michael should have understood that Tanner was going to play the odds.  If he could have his cake and eat it too, he was going to do exactly that.

“I don’t see any way out of this, Michael.  They have us surrounded and they’re going to kill us.” Aria had her gun out, cocked, ready and about to go down with a blaze of glory.  “Michael, if you have a plan, I would really like to hear it.”

At first, he was thinking that they were going to have to make a final last stand.  He knew that there would be no way that they could survive.  Those that were after him would be hell bent on putting him down by any means necessary.  They would both die in a hail of bullets, but now there was this brief flicker of hope.

“Aria, you’ll need to trust me.  If you can do that, then we might be able to find a way out of this.  Don’t question me and just follow my lead.  If everything goes according to plan, we still might be able to get out of this in one piece.” With this many that were looking to capitalize on his untimely end, there was no telling what kind of implements that they had to use to make it happen.  “This is going to be very tricky.  We’re going to have to time this just right.” He whispered into her ear and her eyes went wide with the implications of what he was proposing.

“Michael, you can’t be serious.”

“Aria, if you have a better idea, then I’m all ears.” He saw her shrug her shoulders.  Her best alternative was to use whatever ammunition that they had at their disposal.  It wasn’t much and against overwhelming odds, such as this, it was basically suicide.

“Well, if it isn’t Michael and his latest conquest.  I would tell you to leave, little girl, but I can’t do that.  We’ve been sent to do a job and unfortunately if that means taking you out at the same time, I really don’t have any problem with that.” Michael did not recognize this man, but the tone of his voice indicated that there was somebody that was making all of this happen.

“I think you have me at a disadvantage.  You know who I am, but I have no idea who you are or for that matter who’s pulling your strings.” This last part was meant to antagonize the man that was holding back the troops from taking down the target.

Aria looked at Michael and Michael looked at Aria and they both knew that it was time.  Taking each others hand, they both took one breath to steal themselves for the task at hand, until finally throwing themselves back against the brittle glass of the factory that had seen better days.

The bullets were a mere reminder of what they were escaping.  They were flying in the air.  They could both see that these men were not here to take prisoners. 

They dove into the chilly depths of the water, feeling it weighing them down.  Lead projectiles were now barely missing them.  Those men were not taking any chances.  They fired without discrimination.

Pushing themselves beyond their limits, they were able to meet up with Tanner.  He had another air tank, which Michael and Aria could use in tandem.

Those men looked for them for hours, but they found no sign of them and presumed that their bodies had floated out to sea.  They gave up the search after 48 hours, returning to the man that had given the orders.  He wasn’t very happy by the latest results.  The smoke from his cigar was now floating in the air, as he turned and looked out the window with his hands behind his back.

CHAPTER SIX

Miles away, Aria and Michael had transformed themselves into different people.  They had gotten their clothing from a secondhand store to make them into Brent and Amy.  They were a Midwestern couple that were taking in the sights of the great U.S.A

“Aria, you don’t have to do this.  It was too dark in there for them to make any kind of identification.  They knew who I was, but you were collateral damage.  You can go back to your life.”

“Michael, I don’t have anything left there.  Granted, I did enjoy my job, but I think that being with you is adventure enough.  Besides, I think that we’ve come to the same conclusion that we really don’t wanna be away from each other.” They both got in RV that was provided by Tanner, who had made a very hasty exit after everything was said and done.  He had shared the bounty.  It was the least he could do for putting them in danger in the first place. 

Michael had the stolen cards and it looked like they were going to have need for them.

“Aria, the one thing that I can’t promise you is a normal life.  I’m going to go after who did this to me and make them wish that they weren’t born.  I don’t know where my search is going to take me, but I’m glad that you’re going to be with me.”

He put the Winnebago into gear and reached out for her hand, knowing that they were in this for the long haul.  Their love was new, but it had been tested and they had come out feeling it even deeper.  One chapter was over, but there was still another chapter or maybe many chapters to go.

THE END

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Amnesia

A Navy Seal Erotic Romance

By: Jasmine Jensen

Chapter One

The Rescue

     Water was a friend to Jaxson Palmer.

     Jaxson counted as his greatest pleasure his full and total immersion in this radiant azure element; an element that healed, nurtured and even gave life. Water never failed to refresh and revitalize him, opening his eyes and alerting his senses as he discovered the many nature borne wonders that could be discovered beneath the sea.

     How ironic then, he mused, that the pursuit of his ultimate dream and career goal could morph a dear friend into a sworn and potentially lethal enemy?

     As a Navy Seal, Lt. Jaxson Palmer conducted his special reconnaissance missions on sea, air and land, just as the job demanded. So now when he ventured undersea, he no longer could take time to admire the aquiline waves, the swaying water lilies every hue of the rainbow, the diamond colored dolphins and the lush strands of gold and lavender coral that defined his second home.

     Now his eyes had been trained to focus instead on any foreign or suspicious object that might pose a threat to civilians; or, if used as a tool of war or terrorism, a threat to his country.

     Although his current mission did not seem to involve any of these daunting elements, it did hold a certain element of urgency that set his nerves on end; making his heart and pulse pound in a single hard accord as he attacked this unexpected assignment with the firmest resolve.

     Jaxson’s Naval ship—a tall stately vessel that floated with the look and grace of an alabaster swan across the waters of Miami Bay—was coming home from a standard recon mission (the location and detainment of a notorious drug runner) when something strange and downright disturbing sparked its sensitive radar.

     Upon further inspection a junior officer had identified the presence of a human body floating still at the bottom of the sea; the form of an adult male that, while seemingly lifeless and unmoving, still radiated with an inexplicable heat and vitality that might detect the presence of life.

     A life Jax was determined to save.

     Jumping with a frantic vigor into his sleek ebony wet suit—a suit that defined every bulging muscle and defined plane of his massive hard physique, he raised across the clean lined deck of his unit’s majestic ivory schooner and grabbed the goggles and snorkel that would help sustain his own life as he ventured many leagues underwater.

     Or so he hoped.

     “In this business,” he thought vaguely, affixing the sleek black flippers and gear bag that offered him additional aid and protection underwater, “One really never knows for sure.”

     With this thought he surged free and clear over the rim of the boat, the golden beacon of the Miami sun kissing his body only briefly before he surrendered himself to the realm of the aqua.

     As his body broke the gem blue waves that defined Miami Bay, he once again immersed himself in the borders and substance of his favored element. Yet this time, like far too many others as of late, he took on the challenge to do whatever necessary to complete his mission. The waves indeed seemed almost his enemy now as he fought strong and hard against the unyielding current; his statuesque body descending in a rough downward spiral as his masked eyes sought the object of his search.

     “Hang on,” he sent out a random but purposeful thought to the fallen victim at the bottom of the sea. 

     At that moment he identified the subject of his search; a disturbing sight at that.

     The still body in a scuba suit, one outfitted similar to his own, laid floating at the center of an otherwise peaceful seascape amongst this depth; the flowing streams his only source of motion the body’s arms and legs flailed useless beside him.

     Surging forth with fortified energy that fueled his every move, Jax reached in the direction of the form; finally securing him and lifting him upward to the safety of his ship.

     Jaxson froze suspended in the waters around him as he noticed something rather different about the man he’d just rescued; most notably, that he didn’t seem to be a man at all, but a weighted, life sized doll culled from cloth and stuffing.

     “Damn it!” he swore inwardly, pulling off the figure’s scuba mask to take a good look at the doll’s soft expressionless face and short stock of hair culled from softest yarn. “This is all an asinine hoax—just one big joke. And it’s not funny.”

     His troubled meditation was disrupted by another unwelcome sight: a round crystalline orb that pounded and thrummed at the bottom of the sea, around the same place where the body had floated moments beforehand.

     “
No, no, nooo
” he said aloud, his words sending a barrage of crystalline water bubbles surging forth into the waters around him. “God please no.”

     The words evolved to a raw primal scream moments later, as his senses were wracked with sights and sounds that seemed to signal the end of the world; or at the very least, the tumultuous and untimely conclusion to the end of his life as he knew it.

     He witnessed the fire red flame of a blast that shattered the object beneath him. He heard the stark, ear shattering explosion that accompanied this traumatic outburst; a sound that roared like thunder through his psyche as he saw only fire in the water—its blood red hue striking a disturbing contrast to the calming aquiline hue of the currents surrounding.

     Then both of these colors were replaced and supplanted by the unsettling tint of endless black. And suddenly, in the wake of a blinding flash of pure and total agony, he saw and felt nothing.