Believing in Dreamland (2 page)

“You don’t like it?” he asked.

“I love it. Don’t stop. Promise me, you’ll fuck me, too.” She licked up his shaft.

“We’ll all do our best to keep you satisfied.” He kissed her mouth as Jonah’s thrusts hit her faster.

“You like it?” she asked.

“We’ve loved you forever. Now, we can have you.” Mason twisted her nipples.

She gasped and slammed back on Jonah’s cock. Her release actually froze her body this time as her internal convulsions locked her muscles.

“She’s coming. I can feel her.” Jonah fucked her right through the climax and ground to her as he filled her with his cum. She screamed and held onto Mason as her body recovered.

“She’s made for us,” Mason said.

“Can she handle one more? Dorian isn’t always the gentle giant.” Jonah slid from her body.

“I won’t hurt you.” Dorian kissed her before he picked her up off the two men.

“I know. I trust you guys, but this is insane. We’ll get caught. We’ll be discharged.” She didn’t care at the moment, but it was the likely outcome if the Air Force found out.

“Don’t worry about that.” Dorian lifted her up.

Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist. When his thick cock pressed for entry, she curled her arms around his neck and relaxed the necessary muscles. He filled her slowly. Sammie bit into his shoulder as she wiggled to take more and more of him.

“You don’t need it all. You’ll get him off.” Mason kissed her back.

Jonah’s hands cupped her ass. “We’ve got you. Don’t worry about falling. Ride him.”

She nodded. Loosening her grip on his neck, she rocked on his erection. Dorian groaned, and Sam felt that surge of power. Big muscled men still craved what only a woman could give them. She kissed his mouth then leaned back and the other men held her tight. Dorian’s hands linked behind her and supported her lower back.

Looking down, she saw that she had most of him but knew gravity wasn’t enough. She leaned back even more and glanced down. She was horizontal to the ground with the men holding her. Dorian took the hint and drove into her fully. The pressure and tightness was worth it as the pleasure took over. He stretched her more than any other man ever had. Those untouched nerve endings snapped to life. She groaned and lifted her hips.

“She loves it.” Jonah smiled.

“More. Don’t stop,” she moaned.

Dorian took her sex life to the next level, filling her harder. The orgasm hit but dragged on and on as he drove her. Finally, he came deep inside her. In a haze of sexual satisfaction, Sammie felt the chill of the cold floor, the sweet tongues of her men on her slit, her mouth, her breasts, and all over her body. It was heaven. It was too good to be true.

As if her thought triggered something, she saw a flash of light. The cell and the men were gone. She was in her plane again. Her hands were on the controls, and she was following her team in formation. There were other planes around them now. Black unmarked jets that had the four test pilots flanked.

She heard the Las Vegas airport’s chatter on her radio. The government air space section was open, but they were told to fly on. Her brain spun on the craziness. Was that experience on a UFO all a dream? Was it real and part of her memory had been erased? Her body sure as hell felt as if she’d done all of those men and it wanted to go again.

Her men reached out and tried to talk to her over the radio. She kept her voice neutral and verified that she was fine and with them. Sometime later, they were told to set down. The restricted air space warnings were to be ignored as they had special clearance. The desert was empty for miles around, and an oasis that could only be Area 51 dominated the land for miles. Everyone suspected there was an Air Force base here that dealt with alien issues but after the UFO sighting, Sammie had to believe.

Following orders, she set down her plane and powered it down. Unhooking herself from the safety harness, she hit the button to open the hatch. Ten armed men had surrounded her aircraft and stared at her blankly. The alien stuff was all real, and she knew her team was in for a long night of explaining. As long as she got to see her guys, she’d be okay.

Chapter Two

Dorian and the other two men were herded into a conference room. Sammie wasn’t with them. The one thing the military could do was keep them together but no! She’d been taken elsewhere and the men all needed to see her.

“What the hell are they doing with her?” Dorian raged.

A portly man entered with a couple of lackeys. “I’m Commander Hastings. You are at the location codenamed Dreamland. You are?”

The men saluted. Hastings returned the salute. “At ease.”

Mason nodded. “Sir. I’m Major Mason Nowland. This is Captain Dorian Kerley and Captain Jonah Frigo. We’re missing one. Captain Samantha Montgomery. Where is she?”

“Getting checked out. Her vitals were a bit iffy. You boys feel okay?” Hastings sat and stared at them.

“Yes, Sir,” they replied.

“Good. We rescued you from an alien attack. I know what you boys are, and you know what those aliens were. So let’s not play games. Keelons are acting up pretty bad. You’re testing something that got their attention. Our guys are checking it out now.”

“Where is Sammie?” Dorian normally remained quiet, but the idea of her scared and alone gnawed at him.

“Your human team member is safe. She’s undergoing some tests with our medical staff. Do you think we’re in the business of hurting our own soldiers? Especially the humans? Whatever they did, she got the worst of it.”

“But she’s alive and safe?” Mason asked.

“Of course. You’ll all be checked out for anything they might’ve done, but it looks more like they scanned you boys and the technology. Played with your heads a little bit. Could’ve been worse.” Hastings shrugged.

“They’re getting very aggressive, aren’t they, Sir?” Jonah asked.

“Damn right. We’re getting reports every day. Abductions. Probes. Returns. We’ll have all four of you checked for repressed memories. See if we can figure out what they’re after.” Hastings sighed. “Sorry to say, but you’re stuck here for now. I’ll have you assigned to me until we can sort out the need-to-know information and what the Keelons liked or didn’t about those new aircrafts. Hopefully, they just liked the new technology.”

“I’m sorry, Sir, but aren’t you and the other bases coordinating?” Mason asked.

“Sure, most of the time. We’re so busy trying to contain the problem now that we’re not looking at every jet fighter design you boys might be testing. When it’s worth taking, we’ll use them. I’m not risking war of the worlds on a new jet that might not work.” Hastings leaned back. “You liked those planes?”

“They’re fast and precise. Not very well-armed.” Dorian nodded.

“No, barely armed at all. Tells me there’s room to add. They survived the Keelon tractor beams damn well enough. I’ll let the engineers go over it first. My guys here will get you some rooms, clothes and food. After you’re medically cleared, of course. We’ve got a few docs who specialize in your kind.”

Dorian realized the Commander knew exactly what they were. “You don’t think we’re traitors, Sir?”

“Hell, no. I’ve got plenty of you boys working for me here. We’ll check out your memories and see. To be sure the Keelons didn’t plant anything. I hate the idea of a sleeper agent. Normally, they’ve been snatching up humans—women who’ve had a lot of contact with aliens on earth. So maybe you guys got snagged in the net this time.” Hastings drummed his fingers on the desk.

Dorian thought the lack of urgency was odd. “I don’t remember anything unusual. The beam held up for a few minutes then your fighters attacked. We were freed and brought here.”

“It was almost half an hour by the time we got to your location. You lost some time there, Captain. Don’t worry. Alien crap is like that. You three crashed as kids, but chose the regular Air Force so you’re not really up on everything. We’ll get to the bottom of it. Until we do, you’re relieved of duty pending medical and psych evals. ” Hastings pointed. “Don’t push it. I’ll let your commander know what happened. No black marks on your records.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Mason nodded. “About Samantha…”

“She’s in the same boat. We’re just isolating her from you right now. Obviously, she needs more alien education. Unless you boys have illegally informed her of your non-human status?” Hastings’ voice grew louder and harsh.

“No, Sir. We simply want to see her. Make sure she’s fine.” Dorian tried to keep his feelings under wraps.

“Because our docs are all morons? Relax; you boys get your checkup. She’ll get hers. Then we’ll let you four rest and chat. You can break the news to her about the aliens, but don’t try to mess with her memory too deeply. We’ll have the expert in tomorrow. Memories are really tricky so don’t expect much.” He nodded to the underlings.

“We’d like to request joint accommodations,” Jonah said.

“With each other or adding in her?” Hastings asked. “You want me to break the rules?”

“She’ll be scared. She’s an amazing soldier, but anyone would be shocked to deal with this. Assign her separate quarters, but if she stays with us at times, for sanity or safety, I’m sure you’ll understand. Given the unusual circumstances.”

“Especially, if you have many groups of Keelons working for you here. We’re ready to help defeat the enemy and fight for earth,” Dorian said.

“Fine. If you try to go back into the regular Air Force, don’t blame me for what they’ll do to you. Special projects get special rules. That includes civilian clothes until you’re approved for duty again. No arguments.” Hastings left.

* * * *

Sammie sat on the medical table, wearing a paper gown. They’d tested and swabbed every bit of her, and she really wanted her uniform back. The doctors were nice, but there was nothing wrong with her.

“You remember having sex with them?” Meg asked. The woman was very comfortable talking about alien issues. She wasn’t a doctor but a scientist who appeared to be on the UFO project somehow, Meg made notes and had a staff who hurried around the lab area.

“I do. Vividly. There’s a haze around the entire event, but it felt real.” Sammie knew Meg was somehow intimately involved in the alien research.

“It might be a false memory. They’re good at that. They use something you want, something that keeps your mind and body busy so they can scan whatever they’re after. We’re not sure why the abductions are up. In this case, the big brass thinks they’re after your ships.” Meg shrugged.

“They grabbed me first.” Sammie rubbed her head as they waited for the results.

Liz, the doctor, walked up, clearly showing her pregnancy. She’d assured Sammie she had plenty of experience with post-abductees’ treatment. Sammie liked the feel here. It was a little less intense military and more focused on the bigger goals. She loved the order and discipline the military gave her, but now she longed for more real world input.

“Well, the good news is there’s no evidence of sperm present. There’s no sign of actual sexual interaction. Odds are, it was a planted memory,” Liz said.

“So if they were after the ships, they just got to you first. Looking at one person is easier than grabbing all four.” Meg smiled.

“Then the guys came to my defense, and the aliens snatched all of us up.” Sammie still had trouble saying it so casually. “I always thought there had to be alien life out there, but to see it, to know it, to talk about it like it’s nothing…”

“You’ll get used to it.” Liz nodded. “Odds are the big boss has already called in the memory expert. He’ll try to push beyond the fake memories and access the authentic ones. There’s not a lot of success. The Keelons are good at their memory games. But if any of you have a blip of reality come through, it could help.”

“If they’re just scanning the new technology, we’ll probably get zip. Maybe the new designs will be good for fighting the Keelons, though?” Meg debated aloud.

“I remember they talked about breeding,” Sammie said. “My guys, my team, said that’s what they wanted us to do. They used no protection. It was hot but very odd.”

“Have you had any sexual contact with any members of your group before?” Liz asked.

“No. Of course not. That’d be against every regulation.” Sammie would swear on a stack of bibles and take ten polygraph tests to prove it. Whether or not she
wanted
to have sexual contact with them was an entirely different question.

“Okay, well don’t let the false ideas get to you. You did nothing to be ashamed of. A lot of abduction victims have sexual memories.” Meg patted Sammie’s arm.

“Can I get some birth control and protection? Just in case I do find myself in any sexual situation. Even if it’s not real, it felt like it could so easily happen. I’ll feel a lot better.” Sammie couldn’t shake the lingering sensations.

Liz smiled. “Sure, I’ll get you a packet of necessities, too.”

“Thanks. Now what?” Sammie asked.

“Well, you’ve been assigned quarters as have the rest of your squadron. You’re relieved from duty until you’re medically and psychologically cleared. That might take a day or two. We’ll get you some clothes to wear and your phone.” Liz nodded to an aide.