Nightmares

Chapter Three

Greg unlocked the door and pushed it open. Sara went inside and headed toward the small dining room off the kitchen. She placed the Chinese take-out boxes upon the table and turned to see Greg, plates in his hands.

She took them from him and set the table. She knew he was still upset with her. The entire drive home had been filled with tension. He didn’t speak once except to place their order at the restaurant.

She sighed as a knot formed in her stomach. She didn’t like the silence between them. It was worse than arguing.

I can’t take this, she thought as she headed down the hall for the bathroom.

She turned on the water and went into their bedroom at the end of the hall. She grabbed a clean nightgown and underwear then went back into the bathroom.

She tested the water then stripped off her clothes. She stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over her body. She let it soothe her, drive out the tension of the day.

Sara closed her eyes as she began to relax. She picked up her puff ball, poured some shower gel upon it and washed up.

Several minutes later, refreshed and relaxed she went into the dining room. Greg placed some food on their plates as she sat at the table. He glanced at her as he closed the containers.

He sat across from her and picked up a fork. She watched as he ate, the tension returning. She fought back a sigh as she picked up her fork.

He can’t stay quiet for long, she thought. He hates being quiet.

“When are you going to talk to me?” Greg asked softly.

Sara looked at him, her fork half-way to her mouth. She put it down and sighed. She should have known he would want to talk about that.

“I don’t know,” she answered. “Just give me time.”

“How much time, Sara? It’s been three months.”

“They’re just dreams, Greg. I can handle them.”

“For how much longer? I’m worried about you.”

“Greg, they’re not serious,” Sara said, closing her eyes. She wished he would talk about something else.

“They’re serious enough to disrupt your sleep. Neither of us have been sleeping well.”

“Change the subject, Greg.”

“No,” Greg snapped. “Not until you tell me why you won’t talk to me!”

Sara glared at him, her anger chasing the tension away. She couldn’t believe he was pushing this. She thought he would respect her privacy.

“I don’t think so,” she said as she picked up a Chinese box and tossed it at him.

It hit him squarely on top of his head. Rice and chicken dripped down his hair and into his lap. She stared in surprise, her lips quirking.

He shoved the box off his head, his dark eyes burning into her. The anger in his eyes aroused her and she swallowed.

Before she said anything, Greg calmly picked up a piece of sweet and soar pork and placed it on his fork. He grinned wickedly and flicked it at her. It hit her in the nose, the sauce splashing into her right eye.

“Damn it!” Sara shouted as she picked up an egg roll and threw it at him.

“Ow!” Greg yelped when it hit him in the face.

He picked up his egg roll and tossed it at her. It smacked her in the chest, causing her to yelp.

Sara flung a fortune cookie, hitting him in the forehead.

He stood, his eyes flashing, causing a fire to spark within her. She rose to her feet as he strode over to her, her heart beat faster.

“Greg,” she began, worried what he would do.

He grabbed her arms and yanked her against him. She placed her hands on his chest as she stared into his eyes. She drew in a breath as she saw them darken to black.

“Greg,” she whispered.

Greg swept the dishes off the table. She winced as they crashed to the floor. She gasped as she was shoved onto the table. She looked up at him, emotions flashing through his eyes. Her heart melted as she wrapped her arms around him.

He kissed her passionately. His tongue sought out hers as she buried her hands in his hair. He deepened the kiss, his hands moving down her arms. She moaned into the kiss, her skin on fire from his touch.

Sara fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, wanting to feel his skin beneath hers. She finally unbuttoned it and slid the shirt off and down his arms. It fell to the floor as she ran her hands over his chest. She heard him suck in a breath and she smiled. She leaned up and kissed his chest, bringing a moan from his throat.

“Sara,” he whispered, his voice thick with arousal.

She flicked her tongue at his small nipples, causing him to shiver. She smiled against his chest as her hands worked on undoing his jeans.

Greg took her mouth with his as she slipped his jeans and underwear down. He pushed her back down on the table as he stepped out of his jeans.

He removed her panties and nightgown, the cool air and colder table causing her to gasp. She looked up at him and her heart melted at the tender expression in his eyes.

“Greg,” Sara whispered as she reached up to him, bringing him down for a soul searing kiss. He moaned into it, sending waves of desire crashing through her.

He parted her thighs with his knee and thrust deeply into her. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, but the pleasure replaced the surprise. He slowly moved inside her, building the pleasure she felt.

The coolness of the table faded away as Greg worked his magic on her. She moaned his name as he increased his pace. The tension coiled around her, tightened as the ecstasy rose and built.

Sara cried out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. He released deep inside her, crying out her name.


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Sara sat up in bed, the nightmare vivid in her mind. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breathing rapid. She ran a hand through her hair, sweat coating her forehead.

She glanced over at her side and saw Greg sleeping peacefully beside her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself.

The dream slowly faded from her mind, but she knew it would remain. She ran a hand through Greg’s hair as tears built in her eyes.