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  Jumping Indiana’s Bones

  Dirty Trowels I

  By L.E. Joyce

  Copyright 2014 by L.E. Joyce

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  This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogues in this book are from the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, including ex-boyfriends, is completely coincidental.

  Published by Midnight Heat Books.

  Edited by Jodi Sh. Doff, [email protected]

  Cover by Mind Fire Creative, [email protected]

  Warning: This title contains explicit sexual encounters between consenting adults. It is intended for 18+ audiences. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

  About Jumping Indiana’s Bones

  Dr. Amanda Rothchild, head of the archaeology team sent to excavate Egypt’s Tomb of the 7th God, can’t do her job because of the mysterious deaths plaguing the field camp. Dr. Tracie Hall, Amanda’s assistant and Oxford’s rising star, is willing to do anything to get ahead, even sleep with the top names in the field. Dr. Axel “Indiana” Jones has no time for Amanda’s careful pragmatism. It would be a whole lot easier if he could bang her into doing things his way. Fearing the dig would shut down before he can reap its rewards, Axel removes sacred bones from the tomb, intending to sell them to the highest bidder on the black market. Unbeknownst to Axel, his actions awaken and anger a ruthless fertility God who demands payment in naked flesh. With the help of Amanda and Tracie, Axel gives his due penance and the threesome experience pleasures of the otherworldly kind.

  Excerpt

  And that’s when they heard it again. A horrid stream of guttural moans coming from the other side of the wall.

  “It sounds like a woman!” Amanda cried. “Do you think Dr. Hall is somehow trapped inside?”

  “I don’t know, but I’m not waiting here to find out.” Axel threw his shoulder into the wall, once, twice, three times before one of the rock squares began to budge. From his pocket, he withdrew his knife and began chipping away at it, bit by bit, until a jagged piece broke loose, and Axel and Amanda could see inside.

  There inside the chamber was Dr. Hall, riding a giant stone phallus on top of an ashen sarcophagus and moaning with unearthly pleasure. Astounded, Amanda and Axel exchanged looks, then refocused on Dr. Hall through the small hole in the rock wall.

  “What is she doing?” Axel said trying to get a better look. “Is she fucking a stone cock? Wow, that’s so freakin hot!”

  Amanda smacked Axel away. “Will you get a hold of yourself!” she said through clenched teeth. “We have to get in there and help her.”

  “I’m on it,” Axel said, jabbing his knife at the wall.

  “Dr. Hall? Tracie?” Amanda shouted through the hole. “Can you hear me? It’s Dr. Rothchild. It’s Amanda. You have to stop at once or you will hurt yourself beyond repair.”

  Tracie did not stop her attack on the stone cock. She rose and fell, rose and fell, bucking her hips with such great force that Amanda could hear the friction between the gray stone and Tracie’s womanly flesh.

  “You must hurry, Axel.”

  Axel pushed Amanda out of the way to gain access to the stubborn rocks he was working. With a jab of his brute strength, three more rocks fell loose, big enough for a woman of Amanda’s size to squeeze through.

  “Go,” he hollered. “I’ll follow you shortly.”

  Crawling on the dirt floor, Amanda squeezed through the small hole in the wall and gained access to the chamber. To her complete surprise, Amanda found the most captivating view she had ever laid eyes on. Where common sense said there should be solid rock, a massive cave stood inside the mountain like a bubble surrounded by water. A river flowed across the cave, entering and exiting unseen to the eye. Beyond the river stood possibly the most impressive piece to the mysterious motif: a massive temple built in the designs of the ancients, cut directly into the bedrock and in front of the temple, as if arranged on an altar, was Tracie, fornicating with ancient artifacts probably worth millions.

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  Jumping Indiana’s Bones

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  Jumping Indiana’s Bones

  Thebes, 2014

  Dr. Amanda Rothchild was worried about the accidents. She did not agree with the other camp leaders who thought it was a risk of the archaeology to shut down the dig. The tunnel had already killed two locals, one when rubble collapsed on him while he was clearing out the entranceway. Nobody knows why the other local died. He was found dead at the end of a tunnel, petrified like a statue. There were no marks on him, no physical signs of foul play, yet something caused the man to die.

  At Oxford, Dr. Rothchild was considered one of the foremost thinkers in modern archaeology, yet she had spent little time in the field. “I don’t like this,” she said, pacing in the conference tent. “Something is wrong; two dead in two weeks. Thankfully none of my students have been hurt.”

  “I’m sure they had some idea of the risks involved.” Dr. Tracie Hall spoke up from the corner of the tent. Dr. Rothchild ’s recently added assistant was new to field studies as well, but nonetheless looked the part. Her white button down shirt and green tank top flawlessly countered her bronze skin.

  Knowing how these situations could quickly turn south, Amanda kept her secret cravings for the hot young assistant to herself. Amanda’s eyes scanned Tracie’s supple and perfect breasts, but quickly looked away. Oh, how she would love to lick those luscious nipples straining to break free from the fabric that bound them. Amanda caught herself. “Nevertheless, Dr. Hall, risks or not, I can’t fathom the idea of losing one of ours.”

  “One of ours, Amanda?” Dr. Axel “Indiana” Jones sat beside Dr. Hall looking tired, unshaven, and badly in need of a shower. He was irritated, Amanda knew that. Hell, the whole camp knew it. Sitting in the desert for forty-eight hours with nothing to do made men like Alex Jones ridiculous. Axel leaned on the hind legs of his wooden chair and sliced up an apple with his pocketknife, occasionally dripping juice onto his dirt brown khakis. She noticed the way Axel was looking at Tracie out of the corner of his eye, lustful and hungry, and Amanda wondered if he had already claimed her for himself.

  “Yes, Dr. Jones,” Amanda said, “everyone working at this camp is my responsibility. Do you think your university would look kindly on one of your eager young minds getting injured? Or, dare I say, killed?”

  “Of course not, but what makes you think it will happen?” Axel quipped.

  Amanda kept pacing, her nerves pushing her to new ends. “Look,” Axel continued, “these are just a couple of isolated incidents. Now I say we get back to work and see if we can make anything out of this tomb.”

  Amanda snapped back. “I have never lost a colleague or student in a dig before, Dr. Jones, and I am not go
ing to start now. Two dead workers means that there is trouble here, and we should not interfere with it. This may be a common adventure for you, but when people begin dying, I have no interest in seeing more follow.”

  Tracie got to her feet and laid a hand upon Amanda’s shoulder. “We’ll figure this all out, Amanda.”

  The sudden touch of Tracie’s hand sent sparks through Amanda’s body. In her mind, she reached out and squeezed Dr. Hall’s succulent breasts with both hands and…“For some tomb we already suspect to be worthless,” Amanda went on, pushing images of Tracie’s supple breasts out of her mind, “why even take the chance?”

  “Because we came out here to show these kids what an excavation is all about, Amanda.” Tracie continued to caress her shoulder. “Things happen. Obviously we should look into the digger’s death, but once we accomplish that I think we need to let the students do what they were paid to come out here and do.”

  Rothchild contemplated Tracie’s words. Maybe, she thought, just maybe she had gone slightly overboard. “We don’t move a millimeter until we figure out that poor fellow’s fate?”

  “Not a problem,” Axel said as he eyed her and Dr. Hall carefully, grinning from ear to ear.

  What a cad! Of course, a man like Axel would find sexual opportunity in every situation. Amanda had not had a man in her bed for some time. The male dominated world of archaeology, the cruelty, the sexism, had helped Amanda stick to her preference for women like Tracie, women with cocoa skin, a tight ass, and a mouth she wanted to sink into.

  “Very well then.” Amanda was far from pleased, but she knew she had to give some leeway if she wanted to keep Jones happy.

  ***

  It was already late in the afternoon when two horsemen came riding into the camp from the north. Axel was in his tent resting when he heard the familiar deep bellow he had known for so many years.

  “Indiana!” the baritone called out.

  Axel hated the nickname, yet for someone who grew up dreaming of romancing women while searching for hidden treasure, he had to admit, it was fitting. Immediately, Axel was on his feet and walking outside.

  “Sabola, old friend!” Axel said, crushing him in a bear hug. “You must have the worst sense of timing in all of Egypt. You were supposed to be here two weeks ago.”

  “Forgive me, Indiana,” Sabola replied, “but I am here now and we have much work to do.”

  “Did you find a buyer?” Axel asked looking over his shoulder.

  “Yes, my friend, and then some.”

  “Good. At the rate we are going around here, we’ll break camp before we find anything worth a crap in the Tomb of the 7th God, and I’m not leaving here empty handed.”

  “The buyer is a private collector, a strange sort of fellow,” Sabola went on. “My contacts say that he’s acquired the ancient remains from six other tombs like the Tomb of the 7th God.

  “Well, I suppose he’ll have his 7th set of ancient bones from the 7th God then,” Axel said with a laugh.

  “Aren’t you worried that we’ve done something horrible by stealing remains from a sacred tomb?”

  “Stealing?” Axel said. “I didn’t steal anything. I’m merely protecting my investments.”

  “Well, we’ll have to protect them from fewer now.” Sabola said with some weight in his voice. “Apparently leaders from two other camps have been murdered within the last few days.” He leaned in to tell him the most morbid part, looking directly into Axel’s hazel-green eyes. “They said that their throats were slit in the middle of the night.”

  The warm welcome was over, and Axel worried for his deal with his mysterious buyer of ancient bones. “We need to move the bones,” Axel said desperately. “And tonight.”

  Suddenly, Rothchild ran toward Axel, huffing like a locomotive. She looked more panicked than usual. “Dr. Jones,” Amanda said with a heavy pant, “We’ve lost Dr. Hall. I can’t find her anywhere!”

  ***

  Axel was in bed, still in his khakis and worn tan shirt, wide-awake trying to piece the puzzle together. Why had two camp leaders been killed? The disturbing thoughts of their throats sliced open kept him up. Maybe the local deaths here were not an accident, but how was that tied to Tracie’s disappearance? He contemplated all this when he took the students to safety in the nearest town before sunset. With Axel left alone at the camp with Sabola and Amanda, there was no way he could sneak the bones to his buyer now.

  Outside, something stirred in the night—feet, moving through the sand. From his cot, he softly reached over to his pack and grabbed his gun. When the sound increased and stopped short of his tent, Axel cocked the trigger.

  “Dr. Jones?” called a hoarse whisper. It was Amanda.

  “Are you awake?” she asked.

  Axel relaxed his grip on the gun. He got up and opened the tent curtain. “I am. What the devil are you doing sneaking around in the dark? I could have killed you.”

  “There’s something going on in the tomb,” Amanda said. “I’ve heard strange noises, moaning perhaps. I think we should check it out.”

  Axel knew it was probably the desert wind running through the tomb’s cracks and crevices, but when he looked at Amanda and saw her fright, he knew that checking it out and finding nothing would be the only thing to settle her nerves. Well, not the only thing, he thought. A good deep dicking would also do the trick.

  ***

  Outside, Amanda faced the tomb’s entrance. With only the lamplight inside the tent to guide her view, she struggled to see much of anything. As she neared the tomb, a dark patch in front of the entrance caught her eye. Edging closer, she was not able to make out the substance until she was close enough to touch it.

  “It’s blood,” Amanda said. Not far past it was another spot, and another, dotting a trail that led into the tomb. A chill ran down her. What if it belong to Tracie? Amanda thought. “Get a flashlight, Axel,” she said. “There’s something very wrong.”

  The putrid smell seeping through the tunnel was unbearable. And then there was the moaning. It filled the dank tunnel and sent shivers down Amanda’s spine. Very much unlike herself, she clutched Axel’s arm for safety. They descended a deep staircase that led to the most freshly excavated part of the dig—the place where one of the locals died a few days before.

  “This is it,” Axel said grimly. “This is where they found him.”

  Amanda swallowed hard, following Axel to the source of the gruesome sound. Once they reached the bottom, the path quickly closed up into a small, barely passable tunnel. Axel tried to see as far as he could with his flashlight. It was here that the blood trail ended.

  “What now, Axel?” Amanda asked. “How could a trail of blood just stop?”

  Ignoring her, Axel felt the wall for faults. He handed her the light, and began pushing on the rough stones with both hands.

  “Look,” he said, shining the light on the wall. “More blood.”

  Amanda leaned in and noted the splotches of blood lining the deep grooves in the wall. “It looks as if someone scratched their way in,” she said.

  “Exactly.”

  And that’s when they heard it again. A horrid stream of guttural moans coming from the other side of the wall.

  “It sounds like a woman!” Amanda cried. “Do you think Dr. Hall is somehow trapped inside?”

  “I don’t know, but I’m not waiting here to find out.” Axel threw his shoulder into the wall, once, twice, three times before one of the rock squares began to budge. From his pocket, he withdrew his knife and began chipping away at it, bit by bit, until a jagged piece broke loose, and Axel and Amanda could see inside.

  There inside the chamber was Dr. Hall, riding a giant stone phallus on top of an ashen sarcophagus and moaning with unearthly pleasure. Astounded, Amanda and Axel exchanged looks, then refocused on Dr. Hall through the small hole in the rock wall.

  “What is she doing?” Axel said trying to get a better look. “Is she fucking a stone cock? Wow, that’s so freakin hot!”
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br />   Amanda smacked Axel away. “Will you get a hold of yourself!” she said through clenched teeth. “We have to get in there and help her.”

  “I’m on it,” Axel said, jabbing his knife at the wall.

  “Dr. Hall? Tracie?” Amanda shouted through the hole. “Can you hear me? It’s Dr. Rothchild. It’s Amanda. You have to stop at once or you will hurt yourself beyond repair.”

  Tracie did not stop her attack on the stone cock. She rose and fell, rose and fell, bucking her hips with such great force that Amanda could hear the friction between the gray stone and Tracie’s womanly flesh.

  “You must hurry, Axel.”

  Axel pushed Amanda out of the way to gain access to the stubborn rocks he was working. With a jab of his brute strength, three more rocks fell loose, big enough for a woman of Amanda’s size to squeeze through.

  “Go,” he hollered. “I’ll follow you shortly.”

  Crawling on the dirt floor, Amanda squeezed through the small hole in the wall and gained access to the chamber. To her complete surprise, Amanda found the most captivating view she had ever laid eyes on. Where common sense said there should be solid rock, a massive cave stood inside the mountain like a bubble surrounded by water. A river flowed across the cave, entering and exiting unseen to the eye. Beyond the river stood possibly the most impressive piece to the mysterious motif: a massive temple built in the designs of the ancients, cut directly into the bedrock and in front of the temple, as if arranged on an altar, was Tracie, fornicating with ancient artifacts probably worth millions.

  As Amanda inched closer, she saw that Tracie was not pleasuring herself with one stone cock, but two, stuffing herself full with ancient phalluses in her ass and in her snatch. Amanda looked on in disbelief. As Tracie bucked and groaned on the rock hard pleasure rods, her lips moved furiously as if muttering something. Amanda approached the altar, but hands held her back. She flinched, but then relaxed, and found Axel had made it into the chamber and held her steady by the shoulders.