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  Sheila eyed the gem as if just noticing it clutched in her hand. It glowed like purple fire until Carlos took it from her.

  The transformation was instantaneous. Sheila wiggled from beneath the man who had just satisfied her and covered herself with the sheet. “I should dress,” she said quietly.

  “That’s funny, I’ve always had trouble keeping you dressed in my presence.” Carlos chuckled to himself. The old witch had turned his woman into a nun.

  Carlos pulled up and buttoned his trousers. “I’ll see you above deck.” He kissed the amethyst and put it in his pocket.

  Chapter Three

  From behind stone walls Spanish soldiers watched the pirate ship come closer.

  “They don’t suspect,” Captain Rodriguez said, smiling. “We’ll wait until they pass, then open fire. Get the cannons ready.” Their plan had worked.

  For years Venganza had eluded the Spanish navy. The pirate vessel’s captain was called Carlos the Avenger. He had sunk at least seventeen merchant ships and three from the Spanish navy, causing countless deaths. Tonight Carlos would burn in hell. Captain Rodriguez watched, all muscles tense. He had to wait for the right moment. Nothing could be done if Venganza got back into the open ocean. He had no means to lay chase.

  Captain Rodriguez waited until Venganza was just beyond the bottleneck of the mouth of the bay. “Fire!” he shouted.

  Luck was with the Spanish captain. The first shot was a direct hit. He could see pirates swarming in confusion on the deck of Venganza, abandoning ship as fast as they could. “Al ataque!” Captain Rodriguez called to his men hiding in camouflaged longboats. “Attack!”

  With swords and pistols ready the Spaniards attacked the disoriented pirates and slaughtered them all. No pirate escaped.

  Chapter Four

  Cienfuegos, Cuba, 2011

  “We’ll be here until four. Dive at your leisure,” Bill Frampton said above the chitchat of his fellow divers. Bill was a dive-master and president of the Charleston Dive Club from South Carolina. He’d arrived two days earlier with seventeen divers eager to explore the Bay of Cienfuegos. Since the travel ban against Cuba had been lifted, the almost-virgin diving territory was irresistible. Many species of tropical fish and coral flourished in the warm water and there were countless sunken ships.

  “Do you think we’ll see any sharks?” Brandy asked as she pulled her long dark hair into a ponytail.

  “I hope not,” Jones replied. “I’m here to dive, not get eaten.”

  “Sharks rarely eat people.” Brandy laughed.

  “Maybe, but I don’t want to see firsthand,” Jones said, squirting defogger into his mask.

  “The fisherman I was talking to last night said bull sharks and hammerheads are in the bay,” Ryan told them. “According to the Discovery Channel, bull sharks are the most aggressive sharks on the planet.”

  “That’s why I’m taking my friend with me.” Jones patted a ten-inch blade strapped to his calf. “I’m here for tropical fish and coral.”

  “My guidebook says this bay saw a lot of action from pirates. Pirates mean treasure,” Miranda piped up.

  Brandy smiled. “Pirates mean buried treasure, not sunken treasure.”

  “Why not? Maybe we’ll get lucky,” Miranda said.

  Brandy perched on the side of the boat. “I hate that we have to wear a full wetsuit.”

  “You’ll be glad if we run into any fire coral,” Ryan said with a smile, showing off his perfect teeth.

  Brandy adjusted her fins and pushed back into the water. Ryan followed.

  Brandy wasn’t the prettiest girl he’d ever met but she was the hottest in the dive club and Ryan was determined to tap that before they left Cuba. Each diver had a partner for safety reasons. Ryan had jumped at the opportunity to be with Brandy.

  Visibility was great. Brandy held out her arms as a school of tiny blue fish swirled around her, darting in different directions. Her eyes briefly locked with Ryan’s and he saw a look of amazement. Brandy had never dived in the tropics. Ryan saw Brandy’s lips on either side of her regulator curving into a smile.

  It wasn’t long before they reached the floor. Sand swirled around their fins but settled quickly. The water was translucent turquoise with occasional bubbles floating up as they exhaled. Ryan pointed towards the skeleton of a ship. Everyone was climbing through the broken and hollowed-out vessel. Barnacles and coral had long since begun construction on the sides and railings.

  Brandy signaled Ryan should follow her in the opposite direction toward a deep canal, a natural underwater canyon running the length of the bay. Since meeting Brandy, Ryan had asked her out twice. She was always “busy.” He’d never met a woman so unresponsive. Usually all he had to do was smile and the woman was ready and willing to jump in his bed and let him fuck her brains out. But not Brandy. He was still trying to figure her out. He knew she wasn’t a prude because she had a tattoo on her lower back and virgins didn’t have tattoos, did they?

  Ryan was tall and muscular with a golden tan. The combination of his green eyes and blond sun-bleached hair was irresistible to most women. Who didn’t like good looks and rock-hard abs?

  Ryan watched Brandy discover the joys of tropical diving. Diving around Charleston was always cold, the water wasn’t clear and the fish not so colorful.

  Ryan touched Brandy’s back to get her attention and pointed up. Through his mask Ryan watched her eyes grow large at the hammerhead shark swimming lazily less than ten feet above. She fought to control her breathing as it swam away.

  Ryan wondered what it would feel like to touch her naked body, to caress her skin or lick it with his tongue. He followed Brandy into the canyon and startled when she suddenly pulled into a sitting position, flapping her arms backwards trying to stop herself.

  Ryan looked for another shark. What had startled her? Nothing was there. Brandy looked intently at the wall of the canyon. Ryan still didn’t see anything besides some gorgonian sea fans and several sea plumes. Nothing to cause such a reaction. Suddenly Ryan spotted what it was: the hollow eye sockets of a bleached human skull stared up at him.

  Ryan hovered next to Brandy and carefully dug around the sides of the skull. He gently cradled it in his hands as silt slowly filtered out the bottom.

  A purple glint caught the corner of Brandy’s eye. There was a large gem in the hole where the skull had rested. The deep purple amethyst glittered and reflected the sun’s light. Brandy held the amethyst in her gloved hand and stared at it.

  Ryan ascended a few yards to the top of the canal and set the skull in the sand. In his seven years of diving he’d found many worthless items. He’d never found anything remotely valuable until today. Ryan looked toward the sunken ship but didn’t see anyone.

  Ryan descended and signaled Brandy to follow him up. She hesitated until he made the sign for camera and she understood. Brandy gripped the amethyst tightly, afraid that it might fall into the canyon and be lost forever.

  At the surface, they found the boat empty. Ryan took the regulator out of his mouth and said, “Let me find the camera. Then we can find Bill to show him the skull.”

  Brandy agreed. “‘Did you see this rock I found? I’ve been holding onto it so tightly I think my hand is permanently stuck in this position.”

  Ryan climbed into the boat and helped Brandy up after him.

  “I’m thirsty,” she said as she took off her buoyancy vest and oxygen tank.

  Ryan sat next to Brandy. He peeled off his gloves and held out his hand. “Let me see your rock.”

  Ryan looked intently at the amethyst as it sparkled in the sun. The stone was uncut and looked flawless. It was a deep, dark purple. “It’s amazing,” Ryan said. “It’s yours, you know. Finders keepers.”

  Brandy took off her gloves and looked at her pruney fingers. “Let me hold it,” she said.

  Ryan set the amethyst in Brandy’s outstretched hand. He felt a jolt pass through the stone when it touched her bare palm. Brandy’s hand closed arou
nd the stone. She looked at Ryan’s face, open-mouthed. He’d never looked so handsome. No, he wasn’t handsome. He was hot— sexy—and she wanted him. An inexplicable urge went from the top of her head to the tips of her toes and stopped between her legs. Brandy needed to feel release.

  Chapter Five

  Brandy pushed herself into Ryan and knocked him off balance onto the floor. She straddled his body and kissed him with a desperation she’d never felt.

  “Whoa.” Ryan was laughing between kisses. His laugh abruptly stopped when Brandy bit his bottom lip and teased his crotch with her knee. “Brandy, I—” he began, but she didn’t let him finish. Ryan had never seen anyone shed wet neoprene as fast as Brandy did then. She knelt next to Ryan, allowing him to drink in her beauty. The wetsuit had done her breasts no justice. They were flawless ivory with rose-petal nipples, tight from the coolness of the water and the heated pull of desire. Brandy’s eyes reflected the amethyst she held tightly.

  “Ryan,” she said, choked with desire. She massaged her mons and circled her clit with her thumb. Her eyes closed and her breath came in small gasps. “Ryan,” she said again.

  Ryan couldn’t have controlled himself any more than he could have stopped a hurricane. He pushed Brandy’s hand away from her wet pussy and sank two fingers into her tight cunt. “Ohh,” she groaned. He moved his fingers rhythmically while he teased her clit. Ryan knelt next to Brandy and caught a nipple between his lips. She was salty from the sea. He teased her with his tongue and massaged her other breast with his free hand. In desperation, Brandy grabbed the hand in her pussy and pushed it even farther into herself. She moved him faster, harder until she came with a series of moans.

  Ryan looked at her in amazement. Never in his life had that happened to him. No woman had ever literally thrown herself on him. His erection in the wet suit was tight and painful. His balls ached. She’d come but he still needed release.

  “Fuck me,” Brandy ordered him, grabbing his wetsuit and unzipping it. “Fuck me,” she repeated breathlessly, frustrated with the time it was taking to get him naked. Brandy gasped when she saw Ryan’s engorged shaft. She’d never known a man could be that big. She touched him in awe. She slid her thumb over the tip of his penis, teasing him. She slid her hand up and down his shaft, teasing his balls with her fingernails.

  “Brandy,” Ryan managed to say, looking into her violet eyes.

  Brandy couldn’t take it anymore; she needed to feel his huge length inside of her. She’d just come on his hand but it wasn’t enough. “Now,” she demanded. “Fuck me now.” She pushed him back and mounted him.

  Brandy whimpered as she guided Ryan’s cock into her slick, tight wetness.

  “You’re so tight,” Ryan whispered into her ear. “Come for me.”

  Brandy ground her hips into Ryan and her breath caught. She threw her head back and rode him as hard and fast as she could. Ryan reached up and grabbed her breasts with one hand as they bounced while he steadied her hips with the other. Brandy felt herself coming and ground her cunt as hard as she could into Ryan.

  Brandy screamed as a powerful orgasm rocked her. Ryan felt involuntary muscle spasms racking her body. He rolled her on her back as she continued to come. “Yes!” she screamed as he pushed her athletic body into the floor.

  Ryan gasped as he ejaculated into her still-pulsating pussy.

  Brandy felt lost, as though she was floating through space. She was anywhere but in her own body. No one could feel that kind of release and live.

  Brandy had just experienced the deepest, most fulfilling orgasm of her life, but she still felt the need for more.

  Ryan grabbed Brandy’s hands and laced his fingers through hers. The amethyst rolled onto the floor.

  Brandy looked at Ryan. His body was on top of hers, his penis still inside her. What had she done? It had felt so right at the time. She’d never been so aggressive. She’d always preferred quiet, gentle sex, not the raw animal fucking that had just taken place. Ryan had to be appalled by the way she’d acted.

  Chapter Six

  “We should get dressed.” Brandy blushed, pulling herself out from under Ryan. Her body still tingled after the intense pleasure. She quickly put on her bikini and tugged at the damp neoprene wetsuit. “We should find Bill.” At least underwater she wouldn’t have to talk about what had happened. Brandy winced when she put on her right glove—the amethyst had cut into her hand. A few drops of blood came to the surface. Brandy hoped the sharks wouldn’t be attracted by the smell.

  Ryan helped Brandy put her vest and tank back on. While she was strapping her weight belt on Ryan spotted the gem sparkling in the sun and picked it up. He could tell Brandy was uncomfortable so he silently put it into her pack. She’d find it later.

  Brandy stepped into the water as Ryan put on his tank. He didn’t care if Brandy was embarrassed. That was the best sex he’d ever had and he planned to repeat it—as soon as she’d let him. He could feel his loins tighten as he remembered the way she’d come so violently, uninhibitedly, in his hand. Next time he’d take it slow and enjoy every square inch of her tight body.

  * * *

  Just ignore him, Brandy thought as the boat took the divers back to shore. She didn’t know how to act after having sex with Ryan. No, she thought. That wasn’t just sex. It had been more than sex. It was as if some otherworldly power had taken a grip of her body and forced her to fuck him. She’d turned into a wanton, sex-crazed nympho. Brandy wasn’t very experienced. She’d only slept with two men and it had been civilized sex each time. Brandy felt her cheeks grow warm. She’d masturbated in front of him. Maybe she should just drown herself now.

  At the dock, Ryan held his hand out to steady Brandy as she got off the boat. She took it uncomfortably.

  “I put the amethyst into your pack,” he whispered into her ear.

  Amethyst. Brandy felt a tingle between her legs when he said the word.

  “What happened today?” Ryan asked, falling into step.

  “I don’t know. I don’t think we should talk about it,” she told him.

  “But we…”

  “It was a mistake,” insisted Brandy. “I wasn’t thinking straight. I don’t know what got into me.”

  “It was my cock.” Ryan grinned.

  “Ryan,” Brandy scolded, looking to see if anyone had overheard.

  “You can’t tell me you don’t want to do it again. I’m getting hard just thinking about the possibility,” Ryan said. “You fucked me harder and faster than I’ve ever been fucked,” he whispered.

  “Ryan, please…”

  “Wait until we get back to the hotel, baby.”

  “No, I mean please stop. I came here to dive, not to complicate my life with sex. What happened was an accident.”

  Ryan looked at her incredulously, stunned. How could she call that mind-blowing sex an accident?

  Chapter Seven

  At the hotel, Brandy went directly to the room she shared with Miranda. Everyone else stayed for drinks at the lobby bar. Brandy needed time alone to think, and what better place to do that than a hot bath? After soaking in hot bubbles she decided that she’d overreacted with Ryan. The sun was warm, he was sexy, and it had just happened. It wouldn’t happen again.

  She was dressed in a yellow sundress and watching television when Miranda came in. “Hi,” she said.

  “Missed you at the bar,” Miranda said. “We’re going to Palacio for dinner.” She flopped on the bed. “It’s supposed to be great.”

  Miranda was slightly older than Brandy and also single. When Brandy had joined the dive club they’d quickly become friends. “So, what’s going on between you and Ryan?” she blurted.

  “Nothing.” Brandy blushed.

  “I’ll get it out of you eventually,” Miranda said with a laugh.

  “How’s Jones?”

  “Flirting with me again.”

  “He’s creepy.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  “I’m going to take a nap before d
inner,” Brandy said.

  “I’ll wake you up,” Miranda volunteered.

  “Thanks.”

  * * *

  Brandy was naked. She was riding on a ship. The ocean was in each direction with no sight of land. Ryan stood in front of her, his huge penis standing erect. Then he was inside her, fucking her with sweet rhythmic passion that matched the movement of the ship. Brandy threw her head back in delight. She opened her eyes and two amethysts glowed back at her.

  * * *

  Brandy sat up in bed. She was breathing fast and felt confused. She tried to recall the details of the dream but could only remember having sex and she hadn’t come. Her pussy felt slick from the vivid dream.