Chapter 237

Characters in this chapter.

Jeff – The Prime.

Diana – Wife and Clan Queen.

Art – Young FBI agent who was in a shootout in Atlanta.

Bobby – Nurse from Atlanta who is Art's wife and Sandra's sister.

Sandra – Nurse from Atlanta who is Art's wife and Bobby's sister.

Matt – Alpha – new FBI SAC who has just reported to the Denver office.

Courtney – Matt's wife who believes that Jeff and his family might be aliens.

Dave – Alpha – Contractor and Project Manager for Jeff.

Evie – Dave's wife and assistant Project Manager.

Hope – Jennie's sister who was abused by her father and other men.

Fred – Alpha.

Angel – Fred and Brenda's daughter and soon to be wife

Lieutenant Mayfield – Lieutenant in charge of Security.

Buckner – Retiring Denver SAC.

Langley – FBI agent.

Larry – FBI agent.

Carl – FBI agent.

Alice – FBI agent.

Idaho Springs, 2:30 A.M. Tuesday Morning

Even as it happened, Courtney knew it was a dream. Not the one she had at the Retreat, but her old dream – a dream that had repeated at least a half dozen times, in various configurations, over the last couple of years. In this configuration of the dream, she was an observer as she sat watching Matt making love to two women on their bed. One of the women was herself, although she thought the dream Courtney was much sexier than the real Courtney was. The other woman was a dirty blond, the soft waves of her hair hanging well down her back, thick and beautiful. As beautiful as the rest of her sleek, but well-endowed body was.

Try as she might, Courtney could not focus on the woman's face, although she knew that the woman was young – the taut, bouncing breasts were visible proof of that, yet she knew they weren't a product of some doctor's expertise.

The woman let out a melodic laugh, then turning from Matt, kissed Courtney as she lay on her back on the bed. The kiss wasn't a full-blown lover's kiss, but was a lot more than just a touch. From the other side of Courtney, Matt smiled and reached to suckle a breast, the Courtney on the bed holding his head lovingly while he did so. Giggling a little, the blond woman took Courtney's other nipple in her mouth, sucking and teasing the nipple with her mouth and tongue.

This had happened in the dream before, but this time it differed because it became obvious that both Matt and the woman were actually nursing Courtney, not just sucking her breasts in sexual play. Occasionally, one of the other of them would pull back, then milk a breast as they watched the thin streams of milk arch upward, then lick the liquid off where it had fallen on Courtney's body.

With a start, she awoke, bathed in sweat, a sexual fire between her legs that cried out for relief. Looking at her watch, she stifled a sigh. Matt had to work in the morning, but he had done a splendid job of servicing her last night. Early on, she had lost count of her orgasms, but she knew he had pumped her full of his semen at least three times. In her heat, she started to reach for his cock, anyway, but hesitated when she realized he would have to suffer because of the lack of sleep if she awakened him for another long session. Her thoughts were further tempered by the soreness of her battered pussy. Nevertheless, her sex cried out for attention.

Quietly, she eased out of bed and went to use the bathroom. A few moments later, she lay on the couch in the living room, a big bath towel under her, her fingers gently circling her clit, the dream prominent in her thoughts. She remembered watching the dream blond riding Matt as dream Courtney reached under her from behind to gently fondle Matt's balls. Later, the dream Courtney caressed the blond's back as Matt slammed his cock hard into the blond, arching his back, lifting her as he pumped his sperm into her.

A chain of orgasms crashed through Courtney's body as she arched up from the couch, much as her dream husband had done. Minutes later, gasping, she lay in a daze as the orgasms began to taper off, only an occasional aftershock flashing through her body to cause her breasts to shake and jiggle. She couldn't help it; her fingertip began to circle her clit again.

Later, dizzy from orgasms, she sat up, a smile on her tired face. Thank goodness I put a towel on the couch. Matt would have wondered why there was a stain on his favorite place to stretch out and watch TV. Wow. I'm soaked with sweat, but I'm still wide awake. Guess I'll take a shower and try to get some sleep.

She decided to use the shower downstairs, rather than risk waking her husband. What's wrong with me? Why do I keep having a variation of the same dream? What about the ones I had at the Retreat? If I didn't have such a good time in the dreams, I would be worried, but how can I worry when I'm having orgasm after orgasm? Now, both dreams have me lactating in them. Aren't I supposed to be dreaming about nursing a baby, if I'm to dream about nursing at all? I keep dreaming about nursing Matt – now some female lover as well, and I'm not even bi – but I could feel my love for her as she nursed me. Does this have meaning? What's going on?

She took a quick shower, holding her hair out of the way as best she could. After drying off, she went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk. Sitting at the kitchen table, she drank the milk and ate a chocolate chip cookie, the dream so vivid in her mind that she thought she could still faintly feel the orgasms. Getting up, she cleaned up the kitchen from their meal last night while she continued to think about the dream.

Darn, why can't I see the woman's face? I just know she's beautiful. I could see everything else in detail, the flawless skin, slim, sexy fingers, breasts to die for and an ass that Matt would salivate over, not to mention the long, sexy legs, but I couldn't see her face – not this time nor any of the other times I've had the dream. But this time left me hotter by far than the dreams have ever made me before. It seemed so real. I can still see the three of us in that bed.

She looked at her watch. Girl, you had better get your ass in bed. That alarm clock is going to go off before you know it, and that husband of yours is going to get up hungry.

She looked around at her once-again pristine kitchen, the dishwasher chugging away, turned out the lights, and smiling, quietly made her way back to bed.

Tuesday Morning, December 3

After breakfast, Jeff walked out the back door, stood thinking for a while, then went on over to an area just to the left of the range. A small snowstorm during the night was accompanied by a hard wind that persisted on into the morning. As the dry snow had fallen, the wind had kept most of it from settling in the trees, but a little remained in the tree that Jeff was looking toward. There was some fresh snow on the parking lot, but most of it had formed drifts where the wind had pushed it to the side.

To practice control, he decided to see if he could shake the snow out of the tree. The tree he chose was a couple of feet thick at the base. I wonder if I can, he thought. Conjuring up his snowplow blade, he imagined it gently bumping the tree twenty feet or so above the ground. There was an audible "thud" and the tree shook.

Gently, Dumbass, he admonished himself. Abruptly he negated the snow blade. If I can imagine a snow blade, I can imagine something else. He stood thinking a moment, then his expression changed. With a smirk, he imagined a giant, invisible hand. Concentrating, he thought about the hand taking hold of the tree in the same general area, then he squeezed to get a good grip on the tree before shaking it. The tree groaned and there was a loud sound of wood splintering. Realization struck and he jumped back while trying to continue to hold the tree mentally.

Back far enough, he released the mental fist and the top half of the tree gradually leaned over, then came crashing down. Well, shit! I guess I used a little too much pressure.

Knowing he was going to get a visit if he didn't do something quickly, he keyed his mike and said sub-vocally, "Disregard. I'm fine. Just a little mishap. I'm not in any danger." He knew Security was watching on the cameras.

"Affirmative," came the instant response.

Then, a couple of seconds later, "This is Mayfield. Are you certain, Colonel?"

"Just a little experiment. I'm fine," Jeff tried to assure him, knowing, deep down, it wouldn't make any difference; there still existed the possibility, however slight, that he was under duress. Sure enough, the silent helicopter made a pass a few seconds later. Impressed with Security's rapid response, he waved to the pilot, then turned back to the mess he had made as the helicopter took up position a few hundred yards behind him and a hundred feet up.

Ignoring the helicopter and imagining the hand again, he clamped the fist around the downed portion of the tree and lifted. Mentally, he moved everything over to the cliff some hundred yards away, and tossed the tree over.

Feeling her, he turned to see Diana walking toward him. Oh, shit, he thought even as he pasted a smile on his face.

"Do I have to send a keeper with you, even on our own property?" she quietly asked as she stepped up to him, putting her hands on his shoulders.

"Di," he barely kept from stammering, "I was just testing out a theory. I was well back from the tree and in absolutely no danger."

"And just what were you doing," she asked with a grin on her face.

He wasn't sure whether she was teasing or not. "Well ... I saw that there was a little snow left on the branches from last night's snowfall, so I..."

" ... just decided to snap the tree in half and shake the snow off, hmmm?"

"Di, I..."

She locked her arms around his neck, pulled him down to her, and kissed him hungrily. When she let him go, she put her hands on his belt buckle, unconsciously teasing the end of his belt back and forth a little, then looking up at him, "Your wives are in school – as I should be. Evie and Dave have gone into Denver. Art, Sandra, Bobby and Hope went down to Winter Park, leaving me all alone. I'm not in the mood to study, so I've been watching you on the big screen. Want to come play for a while? Or had you rather stand out here in the cold and abuse the trees?"

Teasing, he smiled at her, then turned to look at the trees as if he were trying to decide.

"Ouch," he hissed out as she pinched his side just below his armpit.

"When you walk around in a tee shirt, you leave yourself open for that," she advised. Grabbing his arm, she snuggled herself against his warm body. "You're going to have to teach me how you do that. I'm cold even with my big coat on. This wind seems to go right through it."

"It's simple..." he began.

"Don't even start. I was kidding. The last time you tried to show me how to stay warm, all I achieved was a headache. Now, come on," she laughed, "and let's see if you still remember how to lick my pussy."

Bringing his hand up to block his mouth as he nodded toward the hovering helicopter, he whispered, "Shush, Baby. They can hear everything we say."

"Good. Then they know that you have a horny wife on your hands," she said with a laugh as she stared at the helicopter.

Jeff glanced at the copter. Shit, I know they're laughing their asses off about now. Diana is always so prim and proper when she's around Security, then she does something like this. I don't understand...

Diana jerked his hand as she tried to get him to move, and with laughter in her voice, "Time and orgasms are a-wasting, Husband. You can practice tearing down trees later."

"Yes, Dear," he drawled out, then, "Oh, shit, that hurts," he yelped as she pinched his side again.

He saw the helicopter wobble the slightest bit, and was certain the wobble was caused by the pilot jiggling the stick as he laughed.

Shit, he thought, darkly, They'll probably be showing the video in the rec hall tonight. He almost told the pilot to delete the video, but realized that his discomfiture at the hands of his Queen would probably give a few laughs to Security and his team. Grinning, he saluted the helicopter, picked up his now-squealing Queen, tossed her over his shoulder and jogged toward the back door.

FBI Office, Denver

"Grab a cup of coffee and come see me," the SAC said.

"Be right there," Matt replied. Hanging up the phone, he refreshed his cup and walked into the SAC's office. My office one of these days, Matt thought.

The current SAC motioned toward a chair. "I've read the reports and talked to a couple of agents, but I want to hear from you how the kidnapping arrest went down."