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  Dark Colony 2

  Sexual Memory

  Jeremy Cahill will stop at nothing to find his missing love, Angelica Brice. Not even crossing into the Forbidden Zone to retrieve her prevents his illegal search. Not even if she can’t remember him or what they mean to each other. Not even if she also loves William, who’s saved her repeatedly in mortal combat during her absence.

  Parisa wakes up in a gladiator’s arena chained to a stranger and with no recollection of her identity. She and William fight for their lives in the gladiator ring to earn their freedom. Named by the man who saved her life, Parisa has only one memory, a very satisfying sexual memory with another man, or is he only a dream?

  William is falling hopelessly in love with Parisa as they battle mutant monsters in this primitive world. His only recollection is dancing with a beautiful bride in a castle at sunset, but is it his wife? Or can he keep Parisa once they’re free?

  Genre: Futuristic, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Science Fiction

  Length: 96,373 words

  SEXUAL MEMORY

  Dark Colony 2

  Lara Santiago

  writing as

  Elle Saint James

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

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  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

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  SEXUAL MEMORY

  Copyright © 2014 by Elle Saint James

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-63258-429-8

  First E-book Publication: October 2014

  Cover design by Les Byerley

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  About the Author

  SEXUAL MEMORY

  Dark Colony 2

  ELLE SAINT JAMES

  Copyright © 2014

  Prologue

  “Deeper. Oh my god, go deeper,” Angelica Brice whispered with an urgency born of desperation.

  Jeremy Cahill obliged her immediately, pushing his cock all the way inside her body just the way she loved it. Hard. Fast. Deep. Repeat. Her need for him was insatiable. Her love for him, absolute. Unfortunately, their time together these days was precious and rare.

  As flight officers of the Dalton Prime Corporation, they each commanded a different spacecraft. She captained the Mirage, one of the two original ships bought when the company started. Meanwhile, Jeremy was the new primary on the latest addition to the small fleet, the Stargazer. Where once they’d served aboard the same vessel of the company’s dual ship fleet the Dalton, now the Dalton Prime’s corporate fleet had grown to four ships. And the two of them were separated much of the time.

  On the one hand, her boss Gray Wyckoff’s growing business had afforded her and Jeremy the chance to move up their personal ladders of success very quickly to each captain a ship. However, it also made for long absences between them when they were working. Therefore, the opportunity to celebrate their newfound love was often sidelined in order to build their careers.

  Jeremy thrust his cock inside her once more. A low growl came from his throat as if in appreciation. “You’re always so tight.” He lowered his head and kissed her hard on the mouth once as he continued stroking deeply into her slick pussy. “I swear, every time with you is like the first time,” he murmured against her throat, never once slowing his thrusts inside her appreciative body.

  “Are you complaining?” She lifted her hips to meet him halfway.

  “Nope.” As if to punctuate his answer, he pumped deeper yet. “I was expressing my continued awe.”

  She squeezed him in her arms. His wide muscular chest trapped her breasts between them. She never seemed to be close enough. Not even when his cock was shoved to the balls inside her pussy, and they were sealed together as intimately as two people could possibly be. “I’m definitely not tighter, so you must’ve grown,” she replied between sultry kisses. “Have you been using that male enhancement cream again?”

  He paused mid stroke, broke th
e kiss, and laughed. “I love you so much, Angelica.” He leaned forward and buried his face at her neck to nip the skin there. “I can’t believe I found someone as perfect as you.”

  She shrieked the moment his teeth caught her flesh, but loved his attention. Every moment they spent together was sacred and special. She loved everything they did together. Each kiss. Each touch. Each time he took her to orgasmic heights.

  To be fair, she also loved the times they weren’t between the sheets. Previously, they’d spent a lot of time on the command deck, working together as they sailed through space. After they’d gotten together, they’d also spent time in the simulator battling imaginary foes, backs pressed to each other’s while tested by the figment threats of the virtual combat program. Every moment with him was a moment to be cherished. And she did treasure him. Every chance she got.

  “Good thing I chased after you so we could have a first time, huh?” Before they’d had their own ships to command, they’d flown together on the company’s flagship the Dalton. One special mission in particular—and after repeatedly lusting after him for months—she’d made her move and arrived at his room to lure him into what she convinced herself would only be a temporary sexual tryst.

  Eight months later, she figured perhaps it was moving into the realm of permanent. Although they’d never spoken that particular word to each other.

  He thrust forward once more, and she moaned in appreciation. “A very good thing,” he added.

  Angelica slid her hand around his neck and pulled his mouth against hers. The temporary tryst she’d decided upon as being the only way for them to work together simply hadn’t ended yet. They’d never spoken about a pledge ceremony either, but they’d also never discussed not spending every possible moment together.

  They had discussed loving each other forever, during that special mission, but not in the practical everyday sense. And to be fair, they’d just finished having particularly sweaty, satisfying sex when the word “forever” had been tossed around.

  These days the end of every conversation included what came next, and when could they meet up again. Perhaps she’d mention the word “permanent” one of these days. She suspected he didn’t say it in deference to her. Perhaps he was fearful she wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings, but she did.

  She especially liked the idea of Jeremy’s spectacular ass being all hers on a long-term basis. They didn’t advertise their relationship. The only people who knew for certain were their boss, Gray, his wife, Dr. Penelope Drake, and his second-in-command, Nathan Tyndall, who now captained the fourth ship in the Dalton Prime Corporation’s fleet, the Skydancer.

  If anyone else onboard any of the Dalton Prime Corporation’s various four ships had guessed she and Jeremy were lovers, they kept their opinions to themselves.

  Angelica shifted her focus from the people she worked for back to Jeremy. He moved with infinite care inside of her. He was quite a spectacular lover. She never missed an opportunity to hook up. Also, tonight was the last time she’d see him for at least a week due to their busy upcoming flight schedules.

  The memory of tonight’s amazing lovemaking would have to last her quite a long time. Well, a week seemed like a long time when they were away from each other.

  Tomorrow, she would take her recently assigned ship the Mirage, and a party of dignitaries to the Fulchrome System. On her way back, if there were any lucrative job offers made available from that location, she’d been authorized to take it.

  Jeremy also departed in the morning on his assigned ship, in the opposite direction. His cargo hold carried donated necessities to a recently raided planet in need of basic supplies.

  But their separation was always difficult. At least it was for her.

  Although she missed Jeremy when they were apart, Angelica adored her work. She loved commanding her own vessel, even if she didn’t own the ship.

  Gray was a great boss. He’d given her a tremendous promotion once he’d acquired more ships for his fleet. Being chosen as one of very few female pilots in the galaxy was a boon she’d never forget.

  Jeremy thrust steadily within her body in an ancient rhythm of love and all thoughts of separation, ships, and career jettisoned from her mind. He slid his hand between them, stroking her clit with his thumb. Two rubs later he sent her vibrating with pleasure and over the edge of release. She arched her back, moaning with supreme delight.

  She scraped her fingernails down his back to punctuate her enthusiastic feelings. His growl of appreciation, combined with a second guttural sound of release, echoed around the room in response. Clinging to each other in the aftermath only made her want him again.

  Sometime tonight they probably needed to get some sleep, but it was possible it wouldn’t happen. She smiled to herself as Jeremy rolled to his back, disengaging their intimate connection, but pulled her on top of him. She pressed her cheek to his chest, over the special tattoo he had, and listened to his steady heartbeat. The sound always comforted her.

  Angelica already couldn’t wait to get back together with Jeremy following this coming mission. She pressed a kiss to the tattoo which was beneath his collarbone. The special one with the hidden word embedded in the alpha-numeric symbols displaying the many deployments during his military career. With one finger, she traced the secret letters, remembering what they meant. Jeremy kissed her forehead, as he always did, hugging her tight as if he’d never let her go.

  “It’ll be a whole week this time,” she said, lifting up so she could stare into his handsome face. His beautifully sculpted mouth fascinated her every time she looked at his lips.

  “Yes,” he responded with a sexy half-smile. Her heart still flipped over after all this time simply staring at his mouth.

  She set her gaze deeply into his dark eyes, and said, “Don’t forget to come home.”

  “I won’t.” His rumble of laughter settled around her heart. “And you.” He pointed a finger at her. “Don’t pick any fights you can’t win.” Which was what he always said to her each and every time they were about to be parted from each other.

  She gave him a saucy grin. “Very funny.” Angelica never picked fights, but if anyone messed with her, she’d fight until she was victorious.

  Chapter One

  The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes and looked over one shoulder was a man’s crotch. The stranger, who had a very muscled and sculpted body, was currently straddled over her prone form. What the hell? One second she was dreaming about sex with a perfect tattooed lover and in the next moment her circumstances had changed drastically.

  “What’s going on? Where am I?” she asked, rolling onto her side. The impressive stranger hovering over her didn’t oblige her with a response. How rude, she thought. Until she heard the howl behind her from what sounded like a fierce animal intermingled with the additional earsplitting roar of a crowd cheering.

  The man above her let loose a primal scream of his own and lunged toward the horrid sound. She tilted her head back, looking to see where he’d gone. That’s when she noticed the slavering, advancing beast headed in their direction. Her heart stilled in her chest. Her first thought was shrink so the beast can’t see me. Before she could squeeze her body into a tight fetal position, her savior launched toward the beast, his weapon aimed at the threat. The next thing she saw was that the animal had taken a violent slash to the throat.

  Bright orange blood spurted from the beast’s neck. The animal fell, but the man had changed direction and charged toward yet another advancing beast to his right. Shit. How many beasts are there?

  A tug at her waist was the first indication that she had a something wrapped around her torso. She tried to get up, but fell right back to the dirt. Moving her head in any direction made her dizzy and nauseous, so she reached down with a hand and felt a thin metal chain looped through the belt loops of the skirt she wore. Interesting.

  “Why am I chained?” she asked the air around her, because no one else seemed to be listening. A che
er rose behind her head in deafening wonder. Where the hell am I?

  Taking a deep breath in, she exhaled, rolled to her back, and took stock of her circumstances. She was flat on her back, resting in dry, packed dirt, feeling as weak as a newborn Ugrian Crater fox. The metal tether tugged hard at her waist and took her breath away in the next instant. She reached out and pulled at the tautly stretched links.

  The man sliced his sword down on another beast, dispatching it to hell or wherever it had come from, and finally turned to her. “You’re awake. Good. Now get your ass up before you get us both killed.”

  “What is going on here?” She was at a loss and still puzzling over the chain at her waist. Until she noticed that the chain around her was attached to another longer chain which was connected to the chain around “his” waist. Shit. They were chained together.

  What the fuck?

  The man, wielding the sword with deadly efficiency, barely glanced down as he reached out his free hand down in her direction. She grasped it because otherwise she couldn’t get up. All her muscles felt melted, and her legs barely functioned to support her as she straightened.

  Above her head the crowd suddenly let loose a chorus of boos, obviously unhappy about something. Once on her feet, the dizzy feeling remained. She swayed and pressed hard against the muscular chest and shoulder of the stranger she was attached to. He clutched her close and moved them—her stumbling—backward against what looked like a curved wooden wall. Her eyes slid shut. Above her head a couple feet she’d seen partial views of various and sundry spectators cheering once more. Maybe they were inside a large wooden fence of some sort.