Chapter 4

 

The sound of anguish and the putrid smell of dead flesh assailed him. He was standing in a field where an explosion happened a few minutes earlier. The explosives had been hidden beneath the top layer of soil and had gone off as the men entered the field. They’d been ambushed and were pushed back toward the open field in defense.

He stood in the center, some of his men lifeless on the ground while others writhed in pain. The enemy stood on the sidelines with satisfied smiles. As he made to move toward the enemy, swearing revenge for his colleagues, he stopped on something that clicked.

Ethan’s eyes shot open as he sat up abruptly. His heart raced as beads of sweat ran down his forehead. A sheen of moisture glistened in his chest as he tried to catch his breath. This dream had haunted him for months now. What was weird about the dream was that he was Navy Seal, Special Warfare Operator. He’d never been to the battlefield he saw in his vision.

But, he knew the situation to which this dream related.

Two years, five months and seven days ago to the date, another Missile launched off the coast of North Korea. This left a US naval ship severely damaged and three officers injured.

A seven-man platoon was sent to conduct a Mission into the underwater North Korean security base. Ethan was the commander in charge. By the time they passed through the first security post with ease of access, he knew something was wrong. It was far too easy. They’d geared up in their diving suits, oxygen masks, and underwater communication devices. He was almost to the second post when his gut told him to retreat. He signaled to the men to pull back.

“What’s the matter sir?” one of his platoon asked.

“Stand back. This might be a trap,” he said. “Admiral, are you there?” he asked, hoping his superior was still in communication. This was a strictly monitored Mission as they were now in Korean sovereign waters.

“Roger, Commander.”

“Sir, I believe this is a trap, we should retreat.”

“Proceed, commander. You will follow orders and complete this Mission!”

“Roger.”

Trained to follow orders, Ethan proceeded but sent back three of the men to stay guard outside the first post. He and the three remaining men continued as ordered, but the general was not pleased that he did not take the full crew.

They were past the second security post when an underwater mine detonated, killing one of the men. About a dozen Korean naval officers surrounded them, taking them captive. He could still see everything as clearly as if it happened yesterday. He shook his head refusing to remember anymore.

A knock at his bedroom door startled him. His racing heart leaped and took off once more.

“Ethan, are you okay?” Kristen’s voice came through the door. When he did not answer, she knocked a few more times. “Ethan, I’m coming in.” Before he had time to think clearly, the door burst open and the switch on the wall flicked on. The room flooded with light. “What happened?” Kristen asked, rushing in. “I heard you screaming.”

She stopped short when she noticed that the sheet was not securely covering his entire body and that he was not wearing anything but his birthday suit. “Oh, pull up the sheet, will you?” she instructed, shielding her eyes.

The dream of a few minutes ago was still running through his mind and his heart hadn’t slowed its intermittent thudding. The sweat was running into his eyes as well. Her voice seemed distant as he was drawn into the battlefield.

“Ethan?” he heard her call his name once more and he tried to focus on her. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” his voice grated.

“I’ll get you some water,” she replied, hurrying back through the door.

He was in the same position, thinking about the same dream when she returned and pushed a glass of water into his hand. Gripping the glass was difficult as his fingers were stiff and his hand shaky. Kristen held the glass to his lips and encouraged him to drink. The cool water slid down his hot throat. Gradually, his heart rate returned to almost normal.

“Thanks,” he said when he emptied the glass.

“Bad dream?” she asked and he nodded.

Kristen was looking at him strangely as she took the glass, which she set down on the nightstand. Their hands brushed and he was reminded of her effect on him. Her touch in that moment was like an electric shock, shaking his core. Her presence, mingled with the remnants of the nightmare was almost unbearable.

“How long have you been having these dreams?”

“A while,” he replied. “It’s nothing, just the same recurring dream is all.”

“Are you okay? That doesn’t seem normal.”

He sprang from the bed and grabbed the sheet, wrapping it around his torso. His manhood had sprung to life with her nearness and this agitated him the most. He knew she saw it from the flicker in her eyes. Was it contempt he saw in them?

“I’m fine, really. It was just a dream. You can go back to bed now.”

She stood, her eyes raking over him and resting a moment on his crotch. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, thanks.”

She seemed reluctant to leave and this irritated him. Just that morning she was pretending to care about his wound and now the fake concern. What was her deal? Was she horny or was she toying with him?

“You don’t need to be concerned.”

Her lips pursed tightly and her eyes blazed, revealing the Kristen he was used to seeing. How quickly her true nature revealed itself. He could handle her anger much easier than her counterfeit concern.

“Have it your way,” she retorted. “Sorry I bothered you. You can go back to whatever it was you were dreaming about.” Storming through the door, she slammed it behind her.

Ethan headed to the bathroom, dropping the sheet on the floor and stepping into the shower. Turning the water on cool, he let it spray over his hot skin. Steam rose from his body like vapor, frosting the glass door.

“I’m too damn tense,” he grunted.

Release was what he needed, the kind only a woman could give him. He’d kept himself away from the female of the species for the last six months and now it was taking its toll. Along with the constant nightmares was the extreme sexual tension.

His manhood was still erect from earlier and refused to behave. With frustration, he curled his large hand around its thickness and began a rough, almost violent stroke. His anger boiled as his hand jerked over his cock. Kristen’s voice streamed through his mind and her lips kissed his dick.

“Fucking bitch!” he growled, increasing the tempo of his rhythm.

Her beautiful eyes bore into him as he pictured her writhing beneath his body. His fantasy was almost like a memory, but it brought the result he needed as his milk hit the tiled bathroom wall and disappeared into the water.

With a grunt, he completed his ejaculation and closed his eyes. The fantasy remained, as her passionate whimpers echoed in his ears, as their bodies writhed together beneath crumpled sheets. He heard his own roar of ecstasy filled the room as their orgasms came in unison.

His eyes shot open and he scowled deeply. “What the fuck was that?” he asked the empty bathroom.

That sure seemed like a memory and not a fantasy. It was too vivid. The feelings were too poignant for it to be just imagination. But it couldn’t be. They had never been together, he was certain of that. Ethan closed his eyes and tried to recall the scene. He could still see it in his mind’s eyes from a few seconds ago, but the feeling of being involved in it evaporated.

“I’m losing my fucking mind,” he grumbled. “That would explain this shit.”

The moment when he envisioned them in bed, he could taste her lips, feel her tight pussy close around his huge cock. The passion had been intense. He would never have forgotten something so profound, for that’s how it felt. No. It was just a fantasy, a powerful one that left him almost breathless. Ethan turned off the faucet, vowing to rid himself of the feelings he had of Kristen.

This wasn’t normal. It wasn’t as though he liked her. However, he needed her. He didn’t know why, but that’s how he felt. Grabbing a towel, he rubbed himself dry as he tried to figure what happened while in the shower. Jacking off to a fantasy was one thing, but the feelings that enveloped him in that moment were something he must decipher.

He went back to bed. Checking the time before he turned off the lamp on the nightstand, it was 01:23. He closed his eyes and before long, he drifted into a peaceful sleep.