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  Brandy needed to get out to clear her head. “I’m going to take a walk,” she told Miranda, who was watching a Spanish telenovela. She grabbed her pack. Ryan had said he’d put the amethyst in it. She should take it to the hotel safe.

  Miranda looked at her watch. “We’re supposed to congregate in the main lobby in thirty minutes.”

  “I’ll see you there,” Brandy said and slung the pack over her shoulder.

  Brandy was met at the front desk by a handsome Cuban in his mid to late twenties. Despite his olive complexion he had a scattering of freckles across his face and on his arms below his sleeves. His hair was neatly groomed and he had a dark shadow of stubble across his face.

  Brandy looked at his nametag. “Armando. Hi, do you speak English?”

  “Of course,” he answered in a smooth accent.

  Armando was a touch taller than she. The buttons on his shirt pulled as he moved his muscular upper body.

  “I’ve got something I want to put into the hotel safe.”

  “That’s fine,” he replied, taking out a logbook. “What is it?” he asked, the pen poised.

  Brandy looked into her bag. Ryan had told her it was there, but she couldn’t see it anywhere. She shook the bag then reached in to find the amethyst. Her hand closed around the rock.

  Brandy pulled her hand out of the purse and looked at Armando. Her eyes glowed violet. “Maybe you could show me the safe?” Brandy purred. “To make sure my amethyst will be secure.”

  “Certainly.” Armando looked up and caught a glimpse of her heated expression. “Come around the desk if you like.”

  Armando opened the door to the office and stepped inside. In the back of the room a large safe stood proudly. It was three feet by six and looked as though it had been there since the Spanish-American War.

  “It’s quite secure. Nothing has ever been stolen,” Armando assured her. But Brandy wasn’t looking at the safe. Her eyes undressed Armando as he spoke. By the way he moved she could tell he was an athlete, but how chiseled was he? How would it feel caress his skin? Would she like his kiss? She looked at his crotch. He wasn’t standing at attention and yet he had a big bulge in the front of his pants. How would it feel to writhe with desire while he pumped his huge cock into her? How long would it take for her to come?

  Brandy closed the door behind her and looked Armando up and down, lust in her eyes.

  “Guests really aren’t supposed to be back here.”

  “I won’t tell.” Brandy pulled her arms out of her sundress and the garment fell to the floor. Her breasts moved up and down as she breathed deeply. She licked her lips. He wouldn’t say no.

  “I could get fired.”

  Brandy didn’t care what happened to Armando. All she knew was that she needed him. A half smile tugged on Brandy’s lips when she saw the bulge in Armando’s crotch grow. “You must be huge,” she said out loud, closing the gap between them.

  Brandy undid Armando’s belt and button and let his pants fall to his knees. She knelt in front of him and pulled down his underwear. Her mouth was salivating at the chance to lick the huge Cuban cock. Brandy smiled a devilish smile. He even had freckles on his penis.

  Armando grabbed handfuls of Brandy’s hair as she licked and sucked his cock, trying to fit his entire length in her mouth.

  “Take your shirt off,” demanded Brandy.

  Armando ripped his shirt open, eager to please. “You’re gorgeous,” she told him, standing up and licking his nipples. She ran her hands along his muscular chest and stomach.

  With one sweep of her hand Brandy cleared the desk. She removed her panties and reclined on top of the desk looking up at Armando through lavender eyes. “My turn,” she told him and he lowered his head to her juicy pussy.

  Armando hardly got a chance to show Brandy his expertise with his tongue. After three licks and one circle of her clit she couldn’t take any more. Desire pulsed through her veins and she pulled Armando between her legs.

  “I like it hard and rough,” Brandy heard herself saying in a hoarse voice she didn’t recognize. Armando obediently obliged. He grabbed her legs and propped them on his shoulders. He held her hips so that he was in charge of the rhythm, the pressure, the very fuck itself. Slowly he entered her with his large throbbing shaft, dripping with precum.

  Armando said something to her in Spanish she didn’t understand, but it made him all the sexier. He didn’t caress, didn’t languish in her warm wetness. Once Armando was inside her he began pumping.

  Brandy tried to cry out but Armando’s hand was between her teeth stopping any noises from escaping. All she could do was groan with pleasure. Brandy watched his penis slide into her then come out far enough to make her gasp before plunging inside again. Brandy lifted her eyes when she felt him begin to climax. She wanted to see the orgasm as it went through his body. A look between lust and fulfillment passed over Armando’s features and she felt him pump his cream into her eager cunt. She knew he was spent but he kept thrusting, waiting to feel Brandy’s release, which followed immediately.

  There was a knock on the door. “Excuse me, I—” a voice began. Then, “Oh. Oh!” It was Ryan.

  Chapter Eight

  Brandy watched his retreat. She pulled Armando’s cock out of her pussy, dripping cum on the floor. She slipped on her underwear and sundress and followed after Ryan, amethyst still in hand.

  “Ryan, wait,” Brandy said, catching up to him in the lobby. She put her hand on his arm and he swung around. His jaw was tight and he looked at her sharply. Brandy knew that had she been a man he would have hit her. And who could blame him? Brandy felt Armando’s milky seed running from her crotch into her panties and smiled.

  “What’s the matter with you?” Ryan asked her. “First you and me on the boat and now you’re fucking the concierge?”

  He was jealous and that was sexy. “I don’t know what’s happened to me. Ever since the boat this afternoon I’ve had these…urges. Not to make love or have sex, but to fuck,” Brandy told him.

  “Don’t fuck with me Brandy,” Ryan warned her.

  Brandy spied the women’s restroom behind Ryan. “That’s actually what I had in mind,” she said with a laugh.

  She pushed Ryan into the bathroom and locked the door. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what happened. Even during my nap this afternoon I dreamed you were inside me driving me wild and fucking my brains out.”

  “I thought you were embarrassed,” Ryan said.

  “I just want you to do it again,” Brandy told him, unbuttoning his pants.

  “What, here? In the bathroom?”

  “Right here. In this bathroom.”

  Ryan forgot the scene he’d just witnessed when he saw Brandy’s intentions. Her violet eyes sparkled and enticed him. Ryan pushed Brandy against the door. He didn’t bother to get her naked or even take off his own pants. He pushed aside Brandy’s underwear and pulled out his cock. It was already hard and he was almost ready to come.

  Brandy hung on to Ryan’s neck as he kissed her mouth and neck. He wrapped her legs around his back and pushed inside her, pinning her to the door. She was very slick. He remembered Brandy underneath the Cuban as he pumped on top of her. He knew that the wetness was Brandy’s excitement mixed with another man’s cum and it excited him more.

  “You’re such a slut,” he said, pushing harder and harder into her.

  Brandy’s breath was coming quickly. “Yes, yes!” she said, throwing her head to the side. “Punish me. Make me feel you!”

  Ryan lowered his head to her shoulder and bit her hard. Brandy cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Ryan couldn’t control himself any longer. Sweat dotted his brow as he lost control and spurted his sperm into her. Ryan’s final thrust caused Brandy to lose control and she came with him, the look of a contented cat on her face.

  Ryan abruptly pulled himself out of Brandy and looked at her sternly. “I can’t believe you fucked that Cuban,” he told her.

  “I couldn�
�t help myself,” she replied, pushing her hair back with her closed fist. “He was amazing.”

  “What’s wrong with your hand?” Ryan looked at Brandy’s closed fist. It was slightly bloody and ‘there was blood on his shirt where she’d touched him.

  “I don’t” know,” she said, opening her hand. The sharp edges of the amethyst had made more cuts in her palm and the gem was smeared with blood.

  Ryan reached for the amethyst and Brandy recoiled.

  “I’m just going to clean up your hand,” he told her.

  “It’s mine,” she told him.

  “I know,” Ryan assured her. “Just let me help you.”

  Slowly Brandy held out her injured hand. Ryan took the amethyst and Brandy visibly slumped.

  “Are you okay?” Ryan asked.

  “I just feel tired all of a sudden.”

  “And no wonder. You’re like the bionic fucking woman. I’ve never met anyone with such an insatiable appetite. I’ve seen you come four times in the last four hours.”

  “I’m not usually like this. It’s been about a year since I’ve had sex before today.”

  Ryan washed off the amethyst and set it on the side of the sink while he cleaned Brandy’s hand.

  “That rock doesn’t like you very much.”

  Brandy’s eyes narrowed and she warily looked at the amethyst. “Could you keep it for me?” she asked. “I don’t have any pockets and don’t want it to cut me again.”

  “Sure,” he said. “I think you should go to your room and change before dinner.” Ryan touched her shoulder gently. “I bruised your shoulder.”

  Brandy looked at her shoulder but didn’t pay attention to it. She was still thinking about the amethyst and what happened each time she touched it. She couldn’t be sure though. She’d try it again later.

  Chapter Nine

  “I can’t believe we’ll have a team of Cuban marine archaeologists diving with us tomorrow,” Bill said.

  The club members were waiting in to be seated at Palacio. “I’ve never been on a dive where we found something quite this monumental.”

  “What about when Jones saw the mermaid in Greece?” Miranda piped up.

  “I did,” Jones insisted.

  They followed a waiter past a pair of mosaic knights on horses and beneath a high arched marble column. Opulent crystal chandeliers hung at regular intervals. Intricate marble carving decorated walls. The entire restaurant was a display of the stunning grandeur of old.

  “This place is amazing,” Brandy said.

  “It used to be a casino,” Ryan told her. “That’s what your friend Armando said this afternoon.”

  “Please don’t mention him,” Brandy said, tight-lipped. “I was embarrassed enough walking through the lobby.”

  “You weren’t embarrassed lying on top of that desk with his naked body on top of you.”

  “Ryan, please,” Brandy hissed.

  “What are you two whispering about?” Miranda asked.

  “Nothing,” Brandy insisted

  “Well, I’m getting a mojito,” Miranda informed everyone. “Brandy, have you ever had one? It’s like lemonade with mint and rum. It’s wonderful.”

  “I need something after today,” Brandy agreed.

  “Why’s that?” Ryan asked innocently.

  “After dinner maybe you’d like to dance, Miranda?” Jones asked.

  She smiled. “Depends on how many mojitos I drink.”

  * * *

  That night Brandy dreamed of herself on the same ship. This time she wasn’t naked. She had on a pair of leather pants and a loose flowing shirt. Armando stood next to her with a sword strapped to his waist. He was a pirate.

  She could feel the warm sun on her skin and smell the salty air. She opened her eyes and the same purple orbs stared back. Brandy woke up in a cold sweat.

  Where was her amethyst? She had to touch it. The gem scared her, but at the same time she felt the need to hold it. She needed to touch it again, just to see what would happen.

  Brandy got out of bed and walked to the balcony. She slid open the glass door. The sun was still below the horizon but it was already getting light. Brandy could see several boats returning from a night of fishing. A cool breeze blew off the bay. Brandy closed her eyes as it gently blew her hair.

  The woman with purple eyes flashed through her mind and Brandy opened her eyes with a gasp. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the railing.

  Chapter Ten

  The divers decided to split up. Most wanted to see Notre Dame, a famous coral pillar named after the Parisian cathedral. It was the highest coral formation in the world. The rest went with Bill to watch the marine archaeologists.

  “You’re sure you wanted to come back here?” Ryan asked Brandy. They were riding in an official government boat with the Cubans.

  “Sure.” Brandy couldn’t explain the strange pull she felt. She needed to find out all she could about that skeleton. Maybe it would shed light on her odd behavior when she touched the amethyst. “It’ll be neat watching them. Maybe they’ll find more pirate bones.”

  Ryan looked strangely at Brandy. “Who said they were pirate bones?”

  Brandy shrugged

  “You sleep alone last night?” Ryan asked.

  “Yes. You had the amethyst.”

  “What?”

  “It’s just a theory of mine,” Brandy said. “It occurred to me yesterday after you and I…you know…the second time. I think that stone makes anyone who touches it crazy for sex.”

  “It didn’t make me horny,” Ryan said bluntly.

  “Maybe it only works on me. All I know is that every time I touch it my crotch gets wet and I want a man to fuck me within an inch of my life.”

  Ryan looked doubtful. “You sure you’re not just making excuses for the concierge?”

  “No, I’m not. I’m telling you, it wasn’t me.”

  “Trust me, it was you. I got a glimpse, remember?”

  “You know what I mean. Anyhow, I need to test the theory.”

  “I volunteer if you need a guinea pig,” Ryan told her.

  “Maybe I’m just going crazy after a year without sex. Armando is hot and he’s got amazing abs.” Brandy nodded to herself, remembering the way his tight muscles had felt. She missed the incredulous look in Ryan’s eyes. “There’s something about that amethyst that intrigues and scares me at the same time.”

  * * *

  The Cuban archaeologists found more than they bargained for when they began excavation. By the end of the day they had three full skeletons and countless artifacts including gold and silver coins dating back to the 1800s. At the end of the day, Bill was informed that it was now an official dig of the Cuban government and they didn’t want any Americans there.

  “Well, that’s that,” Bill said, annoyed. “At least we got a thank-you.”

  The rest of the divers were at the patio bar when they arrived. Brandy and Bill found the last empty table and sat down.

  Brandy sighed. Across the lobby she saw Armando looking at her with a smile and she quickly looked away.

  “Tonight’s Friday,” said Miranda, sitting down in an empty chair. “I understand the Cubans have great clubs. Want to go out?”

  “I’m too tired.”

  “Have a drink.” She handed her friend a mojito. “These drinks have a great way of relaxing you. Besides, you’re too young to stay in on a Friday. Just think of it as Cuban culture. A little rum, a little salsa dancing.” Miranda smiled. “Armando, the guy at the desk, said that there’s a club called Costa Azul that’s right on the beach.”

  “Armando?”

  “Yeah. Have you seen him? He’s the cute guy with the freckles.” Miranda nodded in the direction of the desk.

  “Freckles?” Brandy asked.

  “I know, it’s weird. I didn’t think Latinos got freckles but he’s got ‘em all over.”

  “I know,” mumbled Brandy.

  “What?”

  “Nothing. Is Armando
going to the club, too?”

  “If we’re lucky.” Miranda smiled. “He’s got amazing muscles. Yesterday while we were waiting for you he walked by and his shirt was practically ripped right off him. I think he must have caught it on something.”