Double Time (Crossing The Line Book 1)

by M. D. Stewart

  Meghan turned and caught Dave's eye. Her expression went from mild interest to recognition to joy. He'd pictured her running to him and throwing herself into his arms, but she was no longer that teenage girl he remembered. She simply smiled and sashayed over to him, looking like a goddess, auburn hair swaying. He could've sworn she walked in slow motion but all too soon she was standing in front of him with a big smile and wearing a low-cut t-shirt.

  He felt a genuine smile on his own face as he pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her. He hoped he could control his wayward thoughts and avoid a major hard-on. The low laugh purring from her let him know she felt just how happy he was to see her.

  "Welcome home, Dave." She winked as she leaned back, brushing against his erection, and smiled. "I've missed you too."

  For the first time he was speechless. Meghan had the same creamy skin and freckles he remembered. Her chocolate brown eyes were large and bright with emotion and god she smelled good. She felt so soft in his arms and he was torn between lust and nostalgia. "It's been a long time since I've seen something so beautiful. You make my heart hurt, Meghan." His own reaction stunned him but he found himself smiling as he bent forward and kissed her forehead. Pulling back, he saw tears in her eyes and a look of pure shock.

  "Dave, you have no idea how much that means to me." She backed away but put her hands in his, pulling him toward the rest of the crowd, some of whom were gossiping about their reunion. "I have someone I want you to meet. A friend who I've told all about you." She turned, pulling his body behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist so he was hugging her from behind as they walked. She turned her face to look into his eyes and winked. She knew she was doing him a favor by hiding his very thick erection with her body, although it was doing nothing to make it go away. Dave hadn't smiled so much in, well, he couldn't remember the last time he smiled so much. His cheeks hurt and it was a great feeling.

  "Hey, Gary, where's Sadie?" Meghan asked. Gary turned his attention from the burgers on the grill to his sister. He reached a hand out to Dave in welcome. Dave reluctantly pulled his hand away from the alluring body of Gary's sister to shake hands.

  "She went in to get more ice for the cooler. Hey, Dave, grab a beer and relax, man. Burgers will be done in a few. There's some hot dogs already done if you want to throw one together." Gary took a swig from his own beer before flipping a few patties, and the sizzling noises from the dripping burgers didn't hide the sound of Dave's grumbling stomach. Gary and Meghan laughed. "Here, man, take my hot dog." Gary handed over a plate filled with chips and a dog with the works. Dave took it gratefully.

  "Thanks, Gary. I haven't eaten since chow this morning." Taking a bite, Dave closed his eyes in bliss. "Damn, this is great." Chewing, he savored the flavors before he swallowed. Opening his eyes, he saw a woman that took his breath. He didn't want to embarrass himself by choking or talking with food in his mouth so he swallowed again, clearing his throat. He'd never forget that moment, of seeing that purple and white dress, her dark hair and blue eyes. His brain gave him a moment of guilt for dismissing Meghan, a girl he’d secretly dreamed of for years. But this felt different. Life altering. In fact, he thought he might have forgotten to breathe. Everything went quiet as he focused on her. No sounds of voices, no music, nothing but the sound of his heart thudding in his chest. Then, he felt a click as everything that had been broken and mixed up in his soul fell back into place.

  Dave had to force himself to take a deep breath. He felt it the moment they had locked eyes and his grip relaxed from around Meghan’s waist. She grabbed the plate with the food on it before it fell to the ground.

  "I take it you've seen Sadie." Unable to form words, Dave could only nod behind when Sadie started walking toward them as if in a trance. "I'll introduce you if you like."

  Chapter 2

  Marc’s Timeline – Earth One, Present Day

  Marc woke to the feeling of his wife's body straddling him, sitting down, pushing his hard cock deep into her wet pussy. He opened his eyes to see her sleepy look and the smile of a siren.

  "It's about time you woke up." She sighed as she moved her body, riding him. "It's almost time for the alarm." Marc tweaked her hard nipples as she arched her back and moaned. Her eyes fluttered shut, hiding her incredible blue eyes. Her hair, loose and long fell over her shoulders to tangle with his fingers on her incredible breasts.

  "So glad to be of service to my lady in her time of need." The last word was a groan as she increased her tempo and leaned forward to get a better angle to pound onto his erection. "God, Sadie, you're so fucking tight, so wet." Her pants of excitement grew in intensity and she groaned as Marc peered over her shoulders to see a pair of men's blue eyes. His shock held him still when his wife leaned into the man and turned her head for a smoldering kiss.

  A man's hand slid around his wife's body to pluck her nipples as both his wife and this strange man broke their kiss and looked back to him. It took Marc a moment to realize the man was fucking his wife's ass while she was riding his dick. He could feel the other man’s hard cock sliding against his, separated by the thin skin of his wife's body, his balls being lightly rubbed by this stranger’s body. God, he was ready to come, it felt so good.

  "Marc," the deep voice pleaded, "man, I'm ready to blow. We've got to make her come. Now." Sadie whimpered, sounding desperate. Marc lay there, hot and ready to come himself knowing his wife was getting double fucked by him and some strange man. What the hell? He was too far along to question it right now, but afterward there would be a discussion.

  Sadie whimpered again and Marc felt a male hand sliding between his body and his wife, rubbing her clit, bumping the top of his dick. It felt so foreign, so hot, he knew he couldn't wait longer. He heard her cry out, felt the tremors of his wife's pussy as she found her release. The man behind her groaned and he felt a slight pulsing inside his wife's body and knew the man was getting off in his wife's ass. Thank god because now he could finally give in.

  BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

  The alarm sounded just as Marc was about to shoot his load, jerking him awake and pissing him off. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Marc slammed his hand down on the snooze button, still breathing hard from his near wet dream. He heard the sound of the shower and knew Sadie was going to be busy for a few minutes. He glanced down to his straining erection through his sleep pants. A wet spot was directly over the head of his cock where he was seeping precome.

  He slid the pants down low enough to grab his dick and closed his eyes, remembering the feeling of his wife's extra tight pussy. And it was wet, so wet. He grabbed the lotion and squirted some on his palm and quickly stroked. He tightened his grip to simulate his wife's pussy in his dream and remembered the feeling of rough balls stroking the top of his sac and lightly fingered the front of his balls. Not exact, but close enough. Two more strokes and ecstasy flooded his body as his cock shot hot streams of come onto his chest and stomach.

  He never came as hard as when he woke from this dream. He'd had this dream for two nights and it was driving him crazy. He hadn't told Sadie, afraid she'd think he was wanting a threesome or that he was hiding homoerotic tendencies. The truth was he never thought of another man in his bed until he started having this dream. Now that his cock was slowly going soft, he reached for the tissues and wiped the cooling semen from his body while his wife showered in the next room.

  *****

  Sadie sat in the shower floor, pussy slick and clit hard. She felt so hot and needy but didn't want Marc to know why. The dream of having sex with Marc and another man had been plaguing her. She had heard of the other guy, she'd never met him but had seen his picture at her best friend's house. She was supposed to go to a party at Meghan’s house when he'd been in on leave from the Army but she decided to skip the cookout and go to work that weekend. She recalled his beautiful blue eyes and strong body, pressed close behind her in her dream. His cock slid balls deep in her ass, while she was fucking her husband on top.

  She sli
d her hand between her legs and began rubbing her hard clit, it felt so good she had to stifle a moan. God at times like this she wished she wasn't multi-orgasmic. One wouldn't be enough but it might take the edge off. She increased her speed and pressure then saw stars as her world exploded into a million pieces. She was right, one wouldn't do it so she kept rubbing until once again her knees jerked and her fingers were coated in her hot juices. She was going for a third one when she heard the buzzing of her alarm clock. Dammit! She had forgotten to turn it off! Her pussy was so sensitive the water pouring over her made her stifle a groan. Marc would be getting up soon. She didn't have time to continue making herself come and she didn't have time to climb onto her husband to get in another one.

  He might question why she was suddenly into morning sex when in the nearly ten years they'd been married, she hadn't even hinted at wanting to get the morning started that way. She jumped up and quickly soaped up and rinsed. It wasn't like she could just announce she had been having erotic dreams about a threesome with a guy she had seen once in a picture, years ago.

  Marc had become a strictly vanilla lover. Lately, doggie style was pretty racy for him. Not that Sadie minded—she loved the way they made love, it made her feel loved and cherished. In all honesty, it hadn't occurred to her to change a thing until she started having these dreams about that guy, Dan? David? Dave! That was his name. Dave.

  The bathroom door opened and Marc disappeared into the separate toilet area and shut the door. Letting go of the breath she had been apparently holding, Sadie stepped directly under the shower spray and tried to let go of the sexual tension still thrumming through her body. It was going to be a long day at the office.

  ****

  Sadie unlocked the door to her store, inhaling the intoxicating scents of leather and oil. No one in her little town had thought of combining leather and steel to make art. She’d been successful on a modest scale until a local Air Force colonel had bought a few of her pieces to put in some buildings on base. Suddenly, she was a hit and her art had taken off. She was branching out into other types of art, but her first love was for anything to do with steel. She thought it had to do with her job at the factory after college.

  She moved to the office and put her purse in the drawer and looked at the phone on her desk. She had the urge to call her old friend Meghan and casually ask about Dave. It wasn’t like she was looking to hook up with him, but to find out what he was doing now. She had to be dreaming about him for some reason, right? She’d never cheat on Marc. But no one said dreaming was cheating. She reached out, her hand hovering over the phone. Her fingers shook so she quickly pulled her hand back to her lap. Feeling guilty, but not understand why.

  How could she become so obsessed with a man she had never met? Well, had nearly met over a decade ago. And why now? He hadn’t crossed her mind since Meghan said he was coming to a party that she didn’t even attend. The dreams had started recently and they seemed so real. As real as if it was happening. She could feel Dave’s chest hair on her back, the length and shape of his dick as it was buried inside her. She could see Marc’s stubble on his face as she looked down on him. Feel his heartbeat under her hand. She thought she should make a pot of coffee before she thought too hard about her ménage dream. Marc would never allow that to happen. She didn’t want it to happen. Did she?

  Instead of making coffee, she sat with her hands over her face, trying to get motivated to work. She didn’t want to be here today—she wanted to be outside in the sun. She wanted to do something unexpected and foolish. She wanted away from the normalcy her life had taken. The rut she’d found herself and her marriage in the last few years. That was a new feeling for her. She loved working with her hands, she loved her art, but today she didn’t feel creative. She felt empty and lost. It wasn’t like her to feel so depressed. Grabbing her cell out of her purse, she texted Marc and then decided to head back home. Maybe she needed to reconnect with her husband. Do something wild and unexpected.

  ****

  Marc’s cell phone pinged, letting him know he had a text. He blew out a breath. He didn’t really have time to deal with more problems—his lab was in a clusterfuck of chaos right now. His connections in the military had found several small anomalies that were increasing in frequency. Nothing strange had been reported from the last large rip, but the tears in time that had been amping up were now stopped. But for how long? Recordings didn’t show any changes, but then again, if there were, how would recording the meetings make a difference? Changes would take place and no one would be able to tell. He grabbed the phone ready to tear someone a new ass when he read the text from Sadie.

  “Taking the day off. I’ll be home and maybe you can meet me there for a few hours?”

  He furrowed his brow. That was unlike Sadie. She had developed bland tastes when it came to sex. Lately, it was at night, in the dark and missionary. He loved making love to her, but sometimes he wondered if it was because they’d been married for close to ten years that they got into a rut. He was torn. He could think about that dream and get a hard-on, but he didn’t know if he could take off with the issues going on. He ran his thumb over the screen of his phone, warring with himself. He blew out a breath. It wasn’t like Sadie had ever propositioned him during the day so maybe he should take off, spend time with her and head back into the office later. He texted her back and walked out of his office.

  “Julie, I forgot some paperwork at the house. I’ve got to go back and get it. Push any meetings back about a couple hours or so.” The calm, dishwater blonde secretary gave a generic nod and immediately started rearranging meetings on her computer. Grasping his briefcase, he slid his phone into his breast pocket of his suit jacket and whistled a tune as he headed to his car.

  Driving home, Marc started to daydream about sliding into his wife. It would be daytime, and she couldn’t hide in the darkness. He’d get to see her face as he made love to her, something he hadn’t done in years. He missed that, sharing her orgasm by gazing at her face. She was so beautiful it amazed him. In the years they’d been together, she really hadn’t changed. He remembered seeing her that first time. She took his breath, she still did. Maybe he needed to tell her that, like he did back before they were married. He just took for granted that she knew he still wanted her as much as he did then.

  He saw his house coming into view and pressed the button to open his garage door. He saw her car already parked there. He had to admit to himself, his heart beat a little faster knowing she was inside, possibly waiting for him in one of her sexy little outfits she hadn’t looked at in years. Calm down, Marc. She might not even know where they are now. Damn if it didn’t give him half a chub thinking about it though.

  ****

  Sadie heard the garage door open. She was surprised that she felt so nervous. Would he know that she was acting differently because of her dream? That was an insane thought, there was no way he could know her dreams, but this was so out of character for her. When she closed her eyes, she could still feel Dave inside her, his rumbling voice in her ear telling Marc to help her come. Her clit started to get hard and her pussy was getting wet. Maybe if she had her husband between her legs, she could finally forget that dream.

  When the kitchen door opened and Marc walked in from the garage, Sadie felt that spark they shared when they first met. His sandy brown hair had been cut to a shorter, more work-friendly style, but his green eyes still held desire for her. “Hey.” Her voice sounded strange and husky to her own ears.

  “I’d ask you why, but honestly, I don’t care.” His gaze roamed her body. She had unbuttoned her shirt to reveal her cleavage but left the rest of her clothes as professional as if she was at work. “I want to fuck you.”

  She felt her knees go weak. He hadn’t said that to her in so long, she couldn’t remember the last time. Maybe he felt the need in her. She walked to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and brought her mouth to his. He met her tongue with his own, hot and consuming. He pulled her body clo
se, rubbing his hard cock against her. She couldn’t stop the moan. She felt his hand ripping impatiently at her jacket before kissing down her neck and burying his face between her breasts. His tongue licked back up her chest to her ear.

  “Hurry up, Sadie, I’m about to come in my pants.” His dirty words inflamed her, more like Dave and not Marc. The thought should have made her come up short, she should’ve questioned it, but it made her hotter. Marc pulled the sides of her shirt apart, buttons flying in every direction. Her lacy bra stopped him cold.

  “I almost forgot how beautiful you are. I’m tired of fucking you in the dark.” He pulled her against him, his mouth dominating hers. She was shocked at the change in him. He was almost animalistic. She whispered his name when she felt him pinching her nipples through her bra. “Are you wet? Are you wet for me, Sadie?” He pinched her harder but not enough to hurt. Her body arched into his.

  “Yes, I’m soaking wet.” He began to furiously pull her pants down. He’d barely pushed her pants to her thighs before sliding his hand between her underwear and body. His fingers slid over her swollen lips and clit, pressing hard against her bundle of nerves. She grabbed his shoulders as her orgasm ripped through her. His lips zeroed in on her throat, sucking and licking.

  “I need more, please, Marc.” He pulled her pants back into place so she could move. She felt his body pushing her back through the house to the bedroom. He was nearly frantic. So caught up in kissing him, she was surprised when she felt the bed at the bend of her knees. He backed away and she opened her eyes, expecting him to be undressing, but he was staring at her. “Marc?”

  “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed us.” She felt her heart turn over. “You are so goddamn beautiful, Sadie.” He raised his hand and for a moment she thought he was going to touch her, but he brought his fingers to his mouth. She whimpered in need when he began to suck her juices off his fingers, his eyes never leaving hers. Her gaze was down his body to see his erection pushing against his pants. She reached out, running her hand over the large bulge.