Believing in Dreamland (6 page)

Throwing his head back, Mason screamed at the top of his lungs as he came on himself. Jonah slapped his cock around as if they were torturing him. Sammie watched in wonder. These men did sexy things to each other, and she was part of it now.

“How does it feel not to be in charge anymore, Mason?” she asked.

He smiled. “I was never in charge of the sex. But I can take whatever you want to do, if it turns you on.”

“It did,” she admitted.

* * * *

Dorian loved Sammie’s mind. She had a kinky side buried behind all of that honor and following orders. It wasn’t exactly proper to get involved with co-workers like this, but their feelings couldn’t be denied. Now, they were free, in a way. Sammie knew the whole truth, and she hadn’t turned on them. Having spent most of the day recounting their crash to earth and childhood training, they were talked out after dinner.

“Don’t you have a woman? A female Keelon?” she asked as they settled into bed.

“No, we have you.” Dorian kissed her. “We were too young when we got on that ship. Still in training.”

“At least, there’s no competition.” She kissed each guy slowly.

The woman had worn nothing to bed, and Dorian knew she wasn’t in the mood to snuggle. “I think you’re sexual appetites are almost as big as ours.”

Mason and Jonah lounged on the bed, rubbing their cocks through boxers. Dorian slid out of his underwear and grabbed some supplies. They’d have to wear her out to get her to sleep.

“I think I can keep up.” She straddled Mason’s head and moaned as he ate her pussy.

Leaning over, she sucked Jonah’s cock through the fabric.

Dorian pulled off both men’s underwear and stretched out. Wagging his cock at Sammie, he knew she’d come to him. She loved his size and had no problem fucking him.

“Want some girl parts this time?” she teased.

“I want to watch you ride my cock while Jonah fucks your ass.” Dorian rubbed his sac.

She smiled. “Sounds good. What about Mason? I think he was punished enough for one day.”

“I loved it,” he said against her thigh.

“He can fuck Jonah. After that teasing earlier, it’s only fair.” Dorian grabbed her by the hand and pulled her over to him.

Sammie grabbed protection and snapped it on Dorian’s cock before she sank onto him with a low moan. Her body held him tight. Dorian propped his head up on a pillow so he could watch her.

Lifting up as she lowered onto him, he grinned as her eyes rolled back in her head. Jonah moved in behind her, and she froze as Jonah slowly filled her ass. The fit was tight, and Dorian braced himself as Jonah pushed inside.

Her hands planted on Dorian’s chest for support, and her nails dug into his ribs. Holding still, he watched Jonah play with her breasts as he fucked her ass. Soon, her pussy squeezed Dorian again. In response, he lifted every time Jonah fucked her. Sammie looked Dorian in the eye and licked her lips.

Then the action stopped for a second. Dorian could see it on Jonah’s face—Mason had claimed Jonah’s ass. It took a few minutes for Jonah to lean forward and push Sammie down, closer to Dorian. Grabbing her face, Dorian kissed her hard. Her hips rotated on the cocks and, Dorian lifted to her.

“Like it?” he asked.

She nodded and bit her lip. “So good. Mason’s got Jonah. I can feel it.”

“Yes, he does. I think Jonah is frozen. Must be that good for him.” Dorian kissed her again, sliding one hand down her body to tap her clit.

Her screams were lost in his mouth, but he kept rubbing her clit until she shook in release. When she whimpered, he took his hand off her pussy and pinched her nipple. The orgasm must’ve relaxed her. She rocked fast on the two cocks inside of her. Jonah gasped and groaned.

“Harder, Mason. Jonah needs to know you mean it.” Dorian watched Jonah shudder as Mason added force to his thrust.

“You’re going to get yours,” Sammie said in Dorian’s ear.

“Do it. I’ve been waiting for you forever. We all have. You can do anything you want to us, as long as you don’t leave us.” Dorian wrapped his arms around her.

She kissed him. “What woman would leave this?”

Dorian pulled her down on him and moved her hips so she ground on the men. The tightness built in him as her pussy squeezed his cock. Sammie was close to another orgasm.

“We’ll keep you very happy,” he promised.

“Please, don’t stop!” she shouted.

Sammie bounced on them, holding onto Dorian as her pussy pulsed around him. Lifting to her, he gave in and came. Her name escaped his lips, but the rest was grunts and curses. Jonah held her tight, and Dorian felt Jonah still fucking her ass. Relaxing, Dorian watched Mason fuck Jonah. Sammie cuddle to Dorian, her ass still hiked up for filling.

Mason pulled Jonah’s torso up straight and turned his head so the men could kiss. Watching their lips acting so gently, their tongues tangling as their cocks pounded for release, made Dorian smile. Love and lust did overlap. Just like aliens could be good or bad. Amazing sex could mean nothing or everything.

The men were so into it that Sammie inched forward and became a spectator. Mason pulled the protection off of Jonah and jerked his cock hard while fucking his ass. Jonah backed up faster and twisted his body as he came. His cream landed on Dorian and Sammie’s bodies.

Mason fucked Jonah through the release then finally let himself come in Jonah’s ass. Jonah’s relief was obvious as he smiled and relaxed. Mason kissed up Jonah’s back as they stretched out. Dorian and Sammie tugged the two men to cuddle.

“Are you falling asleep on me?” Dorian noticed her eyes starting to droop.

“Maybe. I just wish we had some information about the aliens so we could help. Show that we’re useful. Remember something,” she said.

“Do you remember anything new? They froze you, but did you see anything? Does anything pop into your head?” he asked.

“Don’t stress about it.” Mason kissed her.

Jonah pressed behind Mason and nodded. “If the memory guys didn’t get anything from us, it’s either so minor it doesn’t seem important or it freaked you out.”

“Sleep on it.” Dorian kissed her forehead.

Chapter Five

Sammie sat up in bed as her dream echoed in her mind. The reality was much better than the hazy hangover. Her three men were sprawled on the large bed, and she felt safe sandwiched in the center. With that much body heat, they wouldn’t miss her. She slid from the bed, tossed on clothes and headed out. Hastings needed to hear this, and she didn’t care what time it was.

Using her tracker phone, she found his office and heard voices. She knocked then stepped back when the door swung open.

“What is it?” Hastings asked.

“I had a dream, and I think it’s real this time. The aliens are after something.” Sammie walked in and saw a slim redhead sitting at the table. “Were you abducted, too?”

“A while back. You must be the Air Force chick. I’m Bonnie. Don’t mind Dad. He’s never learned human people skills,” she smiled.

“My people skills are fit for the military. What can I do for you, Ms. Montgomery?” He closed the door.

“You don’t want to hear about my dream?” She sat down next to the other woman.

Hastings sighed. “We had the memory experts in already. I know they said something might come up, but why didn’t they find it?”

“Who knows? She was trained by the Air Force to observe things under all sort of atmospheric conditions up in the air. Don’t you also train military people to resist interrogations? Name, rank and number or whatever?” Bonnie asked.

“That’s true. We don’t train our people to keep secrets from us, however,” Hastings replied.

“Because alien abduction is so very routine, those concepts would never mingle or mix up. Just like being a POW. Abduction is freaky, fast and blurry. Sometimes kinky. What’s the harm in listening to the dream?” Bonnie shot back.

Sammie raised an eyebrow. This woman was clearly not in the military of any kind. “Who are you?”

“Former abductee. Current morale officer, of sorts. We were discussing your situation. Oh, and he’s my father so don’t worry. I’ll give him crap all day long.” She smiled.

That made sense. “Well, I can tell
you
my dream. At least, someone will take me seriously.”

“I’ll listen, but dreams don’t always mean something.” Hastings stared at Sammie.

She felt the scrutiny. “I was in my aircraft, and the beam had the ship. I felt frozen, but once I adjusted, things were just moving very slowly. Like I was suspended somehow. Or they were bending time. I saw a door on the alien vessel open. It was large enough to pull the ship inside.”

“Mason reported something similar. An opening compartment. We’re trying to determine if that’s a viable option for the delivery of our chemical weapon.” Hastings nodded.

Sammie took a deep break. Some confirmation was better than another trip to the memory doctor. “Then the light changed a bit. I felt hot and heard some words flashing in my brain. Not heard…
Saw,
maybe. I’m not sure how it happened, but they were clear.”

“Don’t worry about the how. They plant false memories and can change your perception of time.” Bonnie waved off her fears.

“I heard them say, ‘No. She’s not one. Return her. Let them go. Not a hybrid’.” Sammie shrugged. “A hybrid? How could I be a hybrid? The men crashed as kids. Now, they’re adults, but at best, any hybrid would be ten years old. Are there a lot more aliens among us?”

Bonnie looked at her Dad then she took a deep breath. “Some. Yes. Some aliens have fled. Usually, the military didn’t allow adults to live—at least, not before my Dad’s time. But if they’re looking for hybrids, it’s a huge clue.”

“Stop right there.” Hastings looked Sammie dead in the eye. “Did Liz or Meg talk to you about this topic of hybrids?”

“No,” Sammie replied.

“None of your men? Has anyone here mentioned hybrids to you?” he demanded.

Sammie held her ground. “Not hybrids. The men mentioned that their culture matched groups of warrior men with women because they were bred for war. Bred for male warriors. Population control gone wrong. But no, no one has said the word hybrid since I’ve been here unless they were talking about cars. Is this real?”

“It is. I don’t like it.” Hastings shook his head.

“Are there hybrids? Are they really a threat to the aliens?” Sammie still didn’t understand the point of all these abductions.

“There are hybrids. Not many,” Bonnie said.

“They aren’t a threat to the aliens, but clearly the aliens see this as humans doing their biological research for them. They must need more women.” Hastings leaned back in his chair and tapped his chin.

“So why put us back? If they need women to have more children or sexually keep their men satisfied, why return female abductees? Are we rejected somehow?” Sammie couldn’t believe she was having this conversation! After all of her training and professionalism, it was as if she were in a sci-fi movie.

“No, it’s not that. Reports are the Keelon home planet is undergoing a change. Their temperature is fluctuating. Without the skin adaptability, human women wouldn’t survive the atmosphere. They might be building a containment unit for women. Or a large ship that can orbit indefinitely. It all depends how their wars are going.” Hastings frowned.

Sammie remembered the men saying they were trained warriors. “How do you know about the atmosphere?” Sammie asked.

“We have four aliens that crashed more recently. In the last few years, the wars have gone badly for the Keelons. If their world is based on war and taking from others, their resources might be limited. Their world might have sustained real damage. Food and water taken. They have shields around the planet that might have been breached, causing who knows what to get it.” Hastings paced the room.

“We need those shields.” Bonnie rolled her eyes. “Keep out the aliens.”

“Our technology isn’t a match for their. We know that much,” Hastings said.

“But we have a weapon? A chemical one? If we can deliver it through that opening, we might have a chance to getting rid of them.” Sammie tried to look at the potential.

“Maybe. If we can lure them into abducting someone we choose.”

“I don’t get it. If they have all these wars, aren’t there women nearby. If they win, can’t they take those women? Why come all the way out here?” Bonnie asked.

“Never leave a man behind,” Sammie offered. “If we know they exist, we can try to find them. Defeat them. Whether people ran away or crashed on exploration missions, we have some of their people here. The aliens seem to prefer earth. It might explain why the Keelon abductions are random, and they’re not waging full-on war.” She understood why the aliens weren’t giving up, but it seemed to be splitting their efforts and resources.

Hastings nodded. “I need to review our options and speak with others. You two should get some sleep. There will be a meeting in the morning about all of this. Sammie, I’d like you and your men to join us.”