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“For sure. We should do this again next time,” Jessica replied.

They all got their clothes on, each of them giving him a kiss on the lips before running off. Derek didn’t move at all, but instead, he took a minute to think about all that just transpired, and all that he got to experience.

“That was fucking amazing,” he told himself. He knew that it was a dream come true, to be fucked by all three of the hottest cheerleaders, and it was obvious that they wanted to do it again. He would have to be a fool to say otherwise, that’s for sure, and he wanted to do it again. Of course, he knew that he would have to think of other plans, since he knew that most of the sexual frustration was from the rivalry.

Yes, he would have to plan something. But of course, being fucked and being the plaything to the three hottest cheerleaders in school was something that he would remember, and it was a memory worth treasuring. He couldn’t wait to see what might happen next, or even what they had planned, but for now, he still felt the urge to just sit, bask in his orgasm, and feel the effects of it right now.





SEDUCTION GODDESS




CHAPTER ONE



The tiny statue gleamed underneath all the rocks, like a beacon calling out his name. Sergeant Jake Daniels blinked, still under the illusion that he was imagining things—but no, he wasn’t imagining it. It really was there—a dirt-covered little thing that he estimated would fit the size of his palm.

It didn’t look like a bomb. Also, why would bombs be buried deep inside a dead-end cave, waiting for its next victim? No, this looked like the genuine article. Curiosity getting the best of him, Jake gingerly reached out and plucked it out from under the rocks, surprised at how easily his hand fit in the space. It was wedged between two stones, but a little tugging and he finally had it out.

Jake stared.

It really did fit the palm of his hand.

It wasn’t made of bronze like he’d initially thought. In fact, it just looked like carved stone now that he could see it up close. The shape wasn’t distinguishable yet under all the dirt, and it made him wonder what it would look like once it was polished.

“Everything good there?” a voice called out from outside the cave. It was his patrolling buddy, Sanchez, making Jake realize he’d spent too much precious minutes just staring at the artifact and not saying a word. Sanchez must be worried.

“All clear here,” Jake called out. He tucked the artifact inside his pocket, where it settled snugly. It wasn’t very heavy as to cause him delay or inconvenience, but it did carry some weight.

When he finally strode out, he saw Sanchez’s expression shift from worry to relief.

“Were you napping there by any chance?” he asked sardonically.

Jake shook his head and grinned. “Just checking thoroughly. You know how it goes.”

Sanchez rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Most boring ass assignment ever.”

“Don’t knock it til’ you finish it,” Jake said lightly.

Sanchez was a sergeant like him, but unlike Jake, he’d only been in Afghanistan for a few weeks—and he was immediately placed as Jake’s partner so he could get a layout of the area first before he got hauled into one of the deadlier territories. That wasn’t to say this wasn’t a deadly territory. Jake’s assignment had been to double check all the abandoned areas that had once been hideouts of the rebels…and well, who knew if they were still occupied? He was good at stealth, though, hence he they didn’t bother to assign him a group.

He’d been doing this for about a week now, and he had to say it beat being in the middle of a crossfire any day. When he first got to the city, he wasn’t as lucky as Sanchez here to be given a task like this. Jake had been placed straight in the line of fire, and it had taken him months not to dream about the blood and the screaming any longer. Now, almost a year later, he still wasn’t numb to it all, but he knew better than to be eager about getting some war action.

It looked like Sanchez was just going to have to learn that lesson the hard way.

***

Two weeks later of nonstop hideout-checking and stealth, Jake finally went back to their military headquarters in Afghanistan with his mind exhausted. Espionage took a certain strain on you, and he was just so glad it was over, and he was now assigned to patrolling the base for a few weeks. Sanchez wasn’t so bad in terms of companionship, but the decorated young kid was too eager for his own good.

He placed his bag near his bunk, then sat down and took out the pictures of his family from his pocket. God, he missed his kid. Zack was three and a joy to be with, with his inquisitive mind and sunny personality. Jake’s eyes strayed towards his wife, Fiona, who looked absolutely stunning in the photo. Her dark brown hair was gleaming, and green eyes stared into the camera with a mix of mischief and seduction. Jake hardened immediately, as was always the case when he stared at this particular photo. He couldn’t even count the times he’d jacked off to this one, imagining it was Fiona’s mouth wrapping around his cock.

Christ, he couldn’t exactly jack off now, not when he was too dirty and smelly for words.

To distract himself, Jake emptied his pockets, pausing as his hands wrapped around something heavy inside his last pocket. Right. The artifact. He’d forgotten about it.

He now took it out, surprise filling him when he saw that it was no longer dirty—probably from too much friction all over the inside of his pocket. Closer scrutiny determined that it was shaped like a woman’s figure with a tiny hole on the head, almost like an open mouth trying to…receive a cock. He grinned. His wife would have a field day when she saw this one.

The thought of his wife turned him rock hard again, and he groaned. Maybe it was time to cool down with a shower and get himself clean. Then he could jack off later, a good hard pounding with his hand before getting a good night’s sleep. Hell knew he deserved all of that.

With that plan in mind, Jake stripped down and dumped his clothes in the laundry basket. He was sweaty and covered in grease, and his hair was full of dust. He got a towel from the makeshift closet and draped it over his arm, thoughts of some hot water and nice soap now filling his mind. There was no one around and it wasn’t that late yet, so he had all the time in the world.

He could even do the jacking off in the shower, now that he thought about it.

Jake gave the artifact a few good strokes for fun before putting it near his bed. Then he was out of there.

And he didn’t get to see the hole in the artifact light up a brilliant red.





CHAPTER TWO



Thirty minutes into the shower, he was clean and smelling good, and his energy was restored. The water had gone lukewarm and his erection was back, jutting upwards and almost to his belly. He sighed and was about to reach for the soap again when he heard the door open behind him.

There were only two shower stalls in this particular area, and the second one was broken. The other stalls were found on the opposite wing of headquarters.

“First shower’s occupied. Second shower’s broken,” he called out to whoever had come in, still wanting a few minutes under the water. He heard footsteps approaching, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the person stand in front of his stall. Great. A stubborn ass. Jake turned to look.

He blinked. Froze.

Blinked again.

Then he stood at attention right away as he kept staring at his commanding officer with nothing but horror.

Lt. Colonel Miller was the last person he expected to see here. There she was, standing in uniform and eyeing him quite sternly. Shit. What had he done wrong now?

Although very pretty, Lt. Colonel Miller had the reputation of being a hard ass military woman, one who always made sure no one was slacking off while under her command. Sure, she was often called MILF Miller behind her back because of her gorgeous curves and sexy face, but no one dared say it to her face and risk getting expulsion or whatever crazy punishment she cooked up. Her commanding officers respected the hell out of her and always backed her up in her given punishments, and it never sat well with anyone’s reputation once she was done with it.

Some men in the beginning tried to dish out lewd suggestions to her, but they soon learned that you never messed with MILF Miller. They were gone before Jake could even blink and suffering the consequences of their actions.

Speaking of that nickname.

He let his gaze trail down her outfit, which comprised of army pants and a white undershirt. His eyes stopped at her chest, where the clear outline of her breasts could be seen, huge and perky…wait, were those her nipples?

“Sergeant Daniels.”

Jake’s eyes snapped up to her face, trying not to turn red.

“Yes, Lt. Colonel?”

The truth was, he wasn’t exactly as immune to her as he wanted to be. When he first met her during his first day in Afghanistan, it didn’t take long for his mind to wander at night to fantasies of what it would be like to strip her off her uniform and see the banging body beneath. He often imagined his mouth on her breasts, sucking and licking all night long, and sometimes he even jacked off to those images.

Shit. If she caught him staring, he was doomed.

But there was no harshness to her face at the moment. Instead, a certain gleam entered her brown eyes, and he could have sworn they were full of mischief. He realized she hadn’t said anything in response to his question yet, so he rephrased it.