Rescued by Fate (Fate Trilogy) Read online

  Rescued by Fate

  by

  Jayna Elcock

  Copyright © 2013 by Jayna Elcock

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  Jayna Elcock Publishing

  First Edition: October 2013

  Chapter 1

  Dr. Emma Cook had been in the South American jungle for six weeks now and she was starting to wonder if she would ever have the pleasure of a hot shower again. That certainly wasn’t going to happen tonight. Then of course, there was that other issue to deal with. The one she hadn’t planned for when she took this 3-month assignment providing aid to a remote jungle village. She was horny now and regretted that she never thought to pack a vibrator…not that it would it have made it through security. I can see it now she thought, Yes, Mr. TSA agent Sir. It’s a massager for my um…well, hmmm, my ear? Never in her wildest dreams could Emma imagine being caught with a vibrator, so alas, Mr. Lucky was back home in Seattle stuck in storage with the rest of her life, not that that there was much of a life anyway. Emma had spent the last thirty years being a good girl, dressing like a good girl, studying to be a good doctor, never doing anything NOT good, and always being everyone’s favorite “good” everything. So, much to this good girl’s surprise, here she was in a South America jungle where there were no eligible men, and she was hornier than she had even been in her whole life! But tonight, she was too tired and too hot to care. Tonight, a cold shower and her bed was all she would be able to manage.

  “If I don’t go now, either she’s going to be dead, or it’s going to be really fucking messy when I do go.” Sam whispered into his radio. He was definitely losing his patience with command at this point.

  “Sam, I repeat, we do not have clearance to intervene at this time!” Izz repeated. He knew that Sam was right, but Fuck, orders were orders.

  “She is an American doctor and we’re just going to let her get…IF she’s lucky, just killed, but you and I both know what they will most likely do to her if they get there first. I am going now.” With that, Sam jump down from the tree and moved toward her tent.

  He had only been watching for the last thirty minutes, waiting to get the order to pick her up, but Sam already thought she was amazing. He arrived right as she stepped out from her shower. The worthless curtains over the window made watching her easy and surprisingly arousing. Well, not all that surprising, since she was the first beautiful naked woman he had seen in more than 10 months, and the last had been a stripper back in Mexico City. He never really understood the appeal of strippers; it always felt too artificial to him. He liked a real woman, and a real striptease, not some random stranger dancing for bills. Unfortunately, the life of a SEAL did not afford time for actual relationships so Sam had definitely hit a dry patch in the cumming department lately. Yes, the tightening he felt in his pants as he watched her dry herself was just about the drought, not about this woman in particular. The Doc was mostly air drying since it was unreasonable hot. She was beautiful. She had full hips, a beautiful round ass, and spectacular breasts, large and rounded with dollar-sized nipples. She seemed to be taking full advantage of a cool breeze on her skin but at one, point he would have sworn he saw her fondling one of those wonderful breasts and tightly pinching the nipple. From his current observation point, it was insanely erotic.

  Sam quickly moved through the brush toward her, it was going to be close and he would have to hurry. His team intercepted a message that there had been a “hit” ordered by the head of a local cartel. It seems that the “Dirty American Doctor” had treated one of the gang’s rivals after a failed hit, and he was recovering nicely; this was seen as a threat, and a reward for her head was offered. Sam was not going to let that happen.

  “Hmmmm,” she moaned. Emma’s finger was slowly rubbing back and forth across her pubic hair, Think Emma, isn’t there anyone who turns you on? She slid one finger between her slit encountering her own warmth and wetness. Hmmm, Brad… No, hmmm Matt… No, “hummmmph!” she growled. “Ok, don’t think, just do,” She started again, letting her finger go back down, slowly circling her partially swollen hood. She slipped a finger between, and this time she brushed her clit, then touched herself more forcefully and purred, “hmmmmmm.” Back and forth, she slowly stimulated the little bud, engorging it with blood, and finally making it bulge past her hood. “Yes,” she moaned again, and with her other hand she reached and cupped a full and heavy breast; she did have truly amazing breasts, had always been a D+ even in high school. It was something she secretly loved about herself. Her thumb and forefinger pinched together and another cry escaped her lips. Her whole hand moved back and forth bringing her overly sensitive clit to life. Yes, she can feel the tingling starting low in her aching pussy. She starts to smell her own arousal and it makes her even more wet, “ohhhhhh,” she cried out again.

  Creek.

  She froze, in that moment she realized she was not alone in this room any longer and with paralyzing fear, steadied her breathing and prepared for the attack.

  Shit Sam, so much for stealth, he thought. He reached out to her and whispered, “Please don’t scream darlin.” Her eyes flashed open, her hands moving quickly from her very aroused nipple and pussy to her belly, terrified of what would happen next. She looked up into the darkest, deepest, blue eyes she had ever seen. “We have 2 minutes until the cartel arrives to take you. Will you go with me instead?” Had he actually just asked her like that? He had intended to order her to go so why had it sounded like a request? Fuck!

  She didn’t know why she believed him but she did. She knew that he was safe, and here was not safe, not anymore. She jumped out of the bed, nearly knocking him over but he was quick on his feet and stepped out of her way. She didn’t look scared so he figured she must have had some sort a plan for this eventuality; Americans were never popular with the gangs and dealers here. She had her jeans on and shoes tied in 20 seconds. She always left them next to her bed at night in case of an emergency. She scooped up her go-bag and jacket, then grabbed her machete off the desk. Stepping past him back to the bed, she flipped it over and quickly sliced it open, retrieving her passport and money. She spun around and spoke to him for the first time, “Let’s go!”

  In a move that he again would not understand, Sam reached out for her hand and she took it. His large hand closed around her much smaller hand and just for a moment, he thought he caught the scent of something enticingly familiar.

  It was only after Emma grabbed his hand that she had realized her fingers were still sticky wet and smelled like her pussy. For a brief second, she thought she saw him smirk as he smelled her. Then they were out the door and she didn’t have time to be mortified.

  Chapter 2

  They took off out of her hut and bolted straight into the brush, not a moment too soon, as the headlights of pair of jeeps barely missed them. “That was not two minutes,” she protested into the night, and they ran as quickly and as quietly as she ever had before. He was holding her hand and half pulling, half dragging her along. Moonlight peeking through the dense brush only slightly illuminated their path. She didn’t understand how he was able to maneuver so quickly and with such little light. Finally, he stopped and pulled her behind a large kapok trunk and tapped a black button strapped to his throat.

  “Izz, come in,” he called quietly.

  Nothing. Just silence mixed with the sounds of their breathing. Hers came much faster, clearly he was in better shape than she was. She did her best to slow her breathing and make as little noise as possible. Here in the jungle at night it wasn’t just the “bad guys” you had to worry about there were other reason not to draw attention to themselves.

  “Izz, COME IN,” Sam repeated, this time with more force. She
could tell the silence worried him.

  “Fuck, no answer.” He whispered.

  “Is that bad?” she barely breathed out. Her breath was starting to slow and had almost come back to normal. Stupid question, she thought.

  Squawk- “Sam I’m here.” Izz finally replied.

  “Bad guys came in ahead of schedule and we had to bug out south. Rally point is cut-off,” Sam said tersely. “Which way do you want me to go now?”

  “You have the Doc?”

  “Affirmative, she’s five by five.”

  Emma could barely hear the voice in his earpiece but she was sure he had called her “The Doc.” She liked that they called her that, it made her feel strangely special. She had only overheard because they were so close together that his cheek pressed against hers, his whole body tight and solid up against her. His thigh was pressing slightly between her legs as he held her against the tree, making them as invisible as possible. He was tall, about six feet and slender but very muscular. The hard body of a man who didn’t go to the gym but lived by using every muscle in his body. She shifted slightly and what had been an incidental contact now became straight up his thigh rubbing her clit. Their eyes met and she arched her breasts into him.

  “Got it,” he said, and it took her a moment to realize that he wasn’t actually talking to her. “It seems my colleagues are tied up and plan A just…”

  BOOM!!! The ground and trees shook around her and she grabbed him tighter. He pressed her against the blade of the trunk so tightly that she struggled to breathe. “Oh my god,” she cried.

  “It’s ok, that was just my friends not making new friends,” he said as he tilted her chin up and looked straight into her wide chocolate eyes. “We have had a change of plan. We need to get moving. Right now.”

  “Ok,” she nodded. He pulled away and took her hand in his. “Stay as quiet as possible and don’t let go of my hand,” he said. She nodded again and they were off, swift and silent through the trees.

  They had been running for ten minutes now and she was shocked to find that she was not yet winded. Apparently, adrenaline had kicked in and she was becoming part superhero now. She heard a faint “down” and then without any warning he stopped, grabbed her, and tackled her to the ground. He covered her with his body and whispered “shhhhhh.” The world was spinning and her head was thudding from the force of slamming into the ground.

  So much for superhero, she thought. She would have checked for bleeding but the fear pulsing through her stopped her from doing anything but closing her eyes and holding her breath. Not that she could have moved if she tried. She wasn’t even sure if she could breathe. His very large body was pressing her hard into the ground. She could feel every bulge of his body against her and it was amazing. It was actually a good thing she could not breathe because she might have moaned. Then she heard it. There were two of them, two… no crap, three men, walking in this direction. Her head was still pounding but she knew this was not good.

  “DO. NOT. MOVE.” he whispered into her ear as strenuously but kindly as possible. And with that, he slid his backpack on top of her and moved off. He was so heavy, she hadn’t been able to breathe so this should have been a relief, but as soon as he moved, she missed him and his body pressed against her. She reached for his hand, he leaned back to her ear, pressed him lips against it, and breathed “I will be right back baby”, and with the slightest kiss, he was gone. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath waiting for him… Please…

  Sam did not like killing men, but he excelled at it, and for her he wouldn’t hesitate. For her, he thought, what the HELL is wrong with me? He slipped up behind the three targets. The moron in back wasn’t even paying attention. He felt bad for just a moment, and then remembered who these guys were, and that they would have raped and murdered The Doc if they had found her first. So he quietly drew his knife, and crept in. He moved his free hand to cover the mouth and pushed the blade of his knife quickly into the base of the skull, shoving upward while pulling the now dead man down quietly to the ground. The other two never missed a step.

  Shit, he thought. He would have to hurry or they would be too close to her when he made contact so he hissed out “Hey!” They both stopped and spun to face him. Dirtbag #1 on the right was a lot quicker than Dirtbag #2 on left but still, not quick enough. Sam had #1 disarmed and on the ground before #2 could raise his AK-47. “Drop it and I won’t kill you,” Sam demanded. Of course, #2 didn’t drop his weapon, so Sam flipped the knife at him. It turned once before striking deep in the man’s chest, splitting his heart.

  Unfortunately, Dirtbag #1, the guy Sam had not killed yet, also had a knife. He swiftly leaped off the ground, swinging the blade left and right and was able slash Sam’s thigh before he could turn and avoid the cut. Sam grunted and took the hit, then stepped closer and smashed his opponent’s nose with an elbow, took the knife from his slackened hand, and buried it in his throat.

  Chapter 3

  He stumbled back to her. She lay there still not moving, barely breathing, just waiting for him to return. Her eyes popped open at the sound of his breath and she stared right into his soul again…This woman was dangerous.

  “Let’s go sweetie, we have to keep moving.” Sweetie! This was getting out of hand, he had NEVER in all his 32 years ever called a woman “darling,” “baby,” or “sweetie” and with this woman he managed all three in the first 10 minutes. Smooth!

  She reached for his hand and with one swift motion, was on her feet and ready to move. Then she saw the blood on his pants. “Stop, your hurt,” She cried. She bent down to get a closer look, pulling the hole in his pants open wider so she could see the damage.

  “There’s no time,” he said as he pulled her up to him. “We have to go now. They probably have friends close by.”

  “And you want to leave a blood trail?” She asked sensibly, then said “Here, give me this.” She quickly reached for his belt and had if off in record time. The sensation was so sensual, he couldn’t help it as his too long deprived cock started coming to life. She dropped to her knees and took her shirt off before he could figure out what was happening. “Not here,” he said, not having any idea what she had planned.

  She looked up and actually giggled, “Not that you idiot.” She wrapped her shirt around his thigh where the wound was. Lucky for both of them, it appeared superficial. She secured his belt and tightened it as much as she could. “Pressure bandage,” she said. “No blood trail. Let’s go.” Holy Shit, that was so hot he thought. A woman who can stop bleeding on the fly, it might be love!

  She put her jacket over her bra and they took off through the jungle. Twenty minutes later, they reached a hollowed out tree and he had them stop again to rest. He pulled out his radio to check in. “Fuck! He exclaimed. “How in the hell?”

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, more worried than last time.

  “My supposedly fucking indestructible radio was crushed.” He pulled out the base of his earpiece radio and she saw what was so concerning. The radio was clearly broken and appeared to be crunched.

  “When did that happen?”

  “No idea honestly,” he replied. “Well shit. I guess I will have to use the back up.” With that he pulled out a rectangular device from his pack. It was a satellite phone. He turned it on, opened up the dish, and called in.

  “Izz, this is Sam. Izz, are you there?”

  “Are you guys ok? I was worried when I couldn’t get you on the radio,” Izz’s voice finally came through.

  “I thought it was just unplugged while we were moving,” Sam replied. “I finally had a chance to stop and figure out the issue and I figured out that it’s out of commission.”

  “What do you mean out of commission?”

  “I crushed the fucking radio during the scuffle, which is complete bullshit by the way, since they are supposedly indestructible and when I bring back this piece of shit crushed they can tell me how indestructible it is.” At least the phone still works.” He exhal
ed and took a drink of his water. “I need a new evac point.”

  “That’s going to be a challenge Sam.”

  Well that’s a shock. Everything was a fucking challenge these days. “Why?”

  “Well, Bravo team ran into some trouble as well and things are getting really hot around here.”

  “Fuck,” Sam swore. This was getting more complicated everyday “Where?” he asked.

  Emma stood there watching as Sam concentrated on the phone conversation. They weren’t as close this time so she couldn’t hear both sides but he looked intense.

  “About 6 clicks east of the village, but you’re about to head straight into another issue.” Izz paused, not knowing what was going to happen when he said what he had to say next. “Sam, you need to high tail it to the cave and wait it out until we can come get you.”

  “The cave is the wrong way,” Sam countered.

  “But it’s the safest place for you and The Doc until we can get to you. She ok?”

  “She’s amazing, I’m the one with a flesh wound” Amazing, he felt himself starting to blush. She smiled and just kept watching him. Luckily Izz didn’t seem to notice and went on.

  “What happened?” he asked concern in his tone.

  “Just a nick, no a big deal. Ok we will head to the cave now. I will call in 4 hours to check in. How long are we talking here, a couple hours?”

  “Sure 24 to 48 is a couple right?”

  “Not funny.” Sam did not want to be stuck in The Cave for 2 days and then he looked up at Emma and wondered if maybe he did want 2 days in a cave with this hot woman.

  “No one ever accused me of being funny my friend, we will do the best we can. Sam you need to try and get there before daylight.”

  This conversation was starting to make Emma’s stomach hurt. Granted, she could only hear him. Him, wait, she didn’t even know his name. Crap!

  He turned to her and said “Got it Izz, check-in in 4 hours. Out.”