One
Nash
Its always the same. The dream starts out with the feeling of a weight being lifted from my arms. Thats how I know whats coming, that Ill look down at my feet and see my hands pulling away from the box of supplies I was carrying, the box that now rests on the faded planks of the dock.
I straighten and take my cell phone from my pocket, flicking my thumb over the button that brings the screen to glowing life. I hit the camera app and raise the phone until I see the girl framed perfectly inside the lighted square.
Shes lying on the top deck of a yacht across the way. Its swaying gently against the dock at the marina. Its a great boat, but its not the boat that Im interested in. Not at all. Im interested in the girl. Shes young, shes blond, and shes topless.
Her skin is shiny with tanning oil and the sun glints off the firm, round globes of her tits. Theyre the perfect handful, the kind that begs to be squeezed until she moans. The breeze picks up and, although its warm, her nipples pucker against it. Theyre pouty and pink and they make my dick throb.
Damn, I love the marina!
Someone bumps my shoulder and I lose the girl in my viewfinder. I turn and glare at the old man whos ambling off down the pier. I bite back the snide comment thats hanging on the tip of my tongue. Cash wouldnt bother. He doesnt hold his tongue for anybody. But Im not Cash.
Ignoring the old man, I turn back toward the yacht, back toward the topless girl with the great rack. But before I can find her again, something else catches my attention.
Theres a man standing at the end of the walkway, at the edge of the shore. Hes lounging against the back wall of the little shack that sells basic grocery items and gas for the various watercraft that use the marina. He looks casual enough, but theres something about the way hes dressed that seems . . . off. Hes wearing slacks. Like, dress slacks. And hes pulling a thin rectangle out of his pocket. For the most part it looks like a cell phone. Only its not. With the magnification of my camera, I can see that its just a plain black box with a little red button on top.
I see his thumb slide easily over the button just before something slams into me so hard it knocks me off my feet and into the water behind me.
Then theres nothing.
I dont know how many minutes, or hours, or even days have passed when I wake up in the water. Im floating face up as my head bumps repeatedly against the nubby, barnacle-covered pier.
Achy, I urge my muscles into motion and roll onto my stomach. Stiffly, I ease into a slow swim toward one of the several ladders that dot the length of the dock. I climb, dripping wet, out of the water and look around for whatever caused the loud explosion I heard just before I was thrown into the water.
When I turn toward where my familys schooner was tethered, I see a cluster of people gathered there. It takes a full thirty seconds for my mind to interpret what Im seeingan empty boat slip, pieces of flaming wood peppering the dock, bits of splintered furniture scattered throughout the water. And smoke. Lots of smoke. And whispers, too. And, in the distance, growing closer, sirens.
I come awake from the nightmare with a start, just like I always do. Im sweating and breathing hard, just like I always am. My face is wet with tears, just like it always is. Its been so long since Ive had the dream, I forget how devastated and empty and . . . angry it leaves me feeling.
But now I remember. I remember with perfect clarity. And today, its like pouring gasoline onto a raging fire.
I sit up in the bed to catch my breath. My side twinges in pain, reminding me of what happened last night. All of it comes rushing back, further fueling my fury.
Until a small, cool hand touches my shoulder.
I turn to see Marissa sitting up behind me, leaning on her elbow, looking at me through sleepy, sexy blue eyes. Before I can even think about what Im doing, all the bitterness, all the anger, all the pent-up aggression gets channeled into pure lust. The need to devour something, to lose myself in something overwhelms everything else and I dive in. To her.
Spinning, I roll onto Marissa, pressing her warm body into the mattress. I hear her soft gasp as I crush her lips beneath mine. I swallow itthe sound, the fear, the hesitant desiretaking it in and letting it feed the animal inside me.
My tongue slips easily into her mouth. She tastes sweet, like honey. I push my knee between her thighs and they part, allowing me to settle my hips against hers.
Its not until I push my hand under the edge of her shirt that I realize shes stiff. I lift my head to look down at her. Shes staring at me with wide, surprised, slightly terrified eyes.