Panic iced my spine and my heart blasted out of my chest. Not again.
I’d been collecting evidence to give the police that would implicate Mark in a rash of Halo incidents connecting him to both the drug cartel and the pharmaceutical scandal. Perhaps he finally found out I was still alive and trying to catch him. Perhaps he was after me in earnest this time.
I tiptoed out of bed and into the surveillance room to check who was doing the banging on the security cameras. The infrared sensors definitely detected human life, so I wasn’t imagining things, however, when I zoomed the door camera in on an angle, what I saw shocked me more than any man with a gun would.
Imogen was standing there bundled up, shivering against the cold. There were tears in her eyes and she was a terrible mess, and yet I’d seen myself in the mirror that morning, and I knew I looked much worse.
I worried for her for coming back and putting herself in such danger, especially now that I was so close to narking on Mark and yet I couldn’t wait to open the door and grab her in my arms.
“I’m coming,” I shouted, careless of the possibility she could’ve been planted as a decoy or bait to get me out of the house.
When I opened the door she stood there tiny as ever, her eyes red with tears and holding up a pregnancy test with two very clear little blue lines on it.
I’d seen those two lines twice before, only my wife wasn’t balling her eyes out. We were happy for our children to be born and excited to bring them into the world. Poor Imogen looked like she’d just been told she had only months to live.
“Are you going to shoot me for being pregnant?” she asked, a little crazed as she stared at the gun in my hand.
I didn’t know what she meant until I realized I was still holding my gun, quasi-aimed at her.
“No, no, sorry,” I said, putting the muzzle down to my side.
“I don’t know why I came. I kept telling myself the whole way over here, I shouldn’t do it, but here I am.” Her chin dropped to her chest as she sobbed.
“It’s okay, just get inside. You’ll freeze out there.” I ushered her in and rubbed my hand up and down on her arm to warm her up.
“I’m sorry, I know I’m betraying your orders. I had an Uber drop me off at the house down the road; no one knows I’m here. I told Gramps and Lydia I had a client this afternoon…” She was rambling and in a pretty bad emotional state.
“It’s okay, don’t worry. Just have a seat and I’ll get us some tea or coffee. Which do you prefer?” I was so happy to see her, it didn’t cross my mind to be mad at her.
“Tea, I guess,” she said in a small voice. “I must seem like such a stalker,” she whimpered staring at the gun in my hand.
Well, she was pregnant with my child. I’d hardly call it stalking to trek out here to tell me. Truthfully, I didn’t care if she did stalk me. If I was free to do so, I would probably have driven by her house a hundred times by now.
I set the gun back in its case and put it away, and then turned to her, reached out and scooped her up in my arms.
“I’m not going to shoot you for getting pregnant. If I should shoot anyone, it would be myself.”
It did take two to tango. She’d said she’d taken a birth control pill, but I knew those had to be taken daily. I was a doctor, so it shouldn’t have come as any big surprise she was with child, it was pretty much a given if we’d had half a mind to give it any thought.
“I’m sorry,” she said again.
“You’re crazy coming out in this weather and walking up all this way, but I’m glad you’re here. I really am,” I missed her, and I didn’t care about much else. Just seeing her face again brought me back to life.
She, on the other hand, seemed to have lost so much of her spark, it worried me. This whole situation was unexpected, but it wasn’t a death sentence. She had to see the joy in it, despite the danger we may’ve been in. We were going to have a baby, a little remembrance of the time we shared together.
“Imogen,” I took her chin in my hand as I’d done so many times before. “I’m not upset. I know I told you I never wanted to see you again and practically kicked you out of the cabin, but these last two months without you have been miserable. I didn’t know how bad it would be living here without you. Everything I look at makes me miss you. I missed your humor and your quirks, your beautiful face and the feel of your body. I was wrong to push you away, I’m sorry for being too paranoid to let you into my world.” At that moment I was blabbering, but every word was true, I missed her too much to care that she’d disregarded my orders.
She finally looked at me with red and swollen eyes, “Thank you,” she said as she breathed out a sigh of relief.
“How about we forget the tea?” I suggested as I scooped her into my arms.
There she was again, right where she belonged. I placed my lips on hers and the same electricity we’d always shared ignited between us. Her arms wrapped around my neck and drew me down to her. It was obvious our mouths were better at kissing than conversation.
Conversations were hard to decipher at times, but kisses always said exactly what our hearts were feeling. We kissed for a while, as fire consumed my body. She inflamed me with passion every time we were together, and my bed had been too cold and lonely without her, it was time she warmed it again.
“Do you really have a client this afternoon?” I asked, suddenly panicked she’d leave me again.
“No, I just told my family that. I don’t have a client until Monday.” She flashed me her gorgeous smile and I knew we were back in business again.
“Would you like to stay for a while?” My heart was beating so loudly I was sure she could hear it.
“I’d love to,” she responded as she nuzzled her head under my chin while I carried her to the bedroom.
I was sure her ankle was fully healed, but I liked carrying her in my arms, I was kind of a caveman that way. I set her on the bed and her smile widened as if she felt like she was home again.
“So, what have you been up to?” she asked, starting with idle conversation.
“Mostly missing you in a variety of unhealthy ways, but I’ve done a bit of cancer research and I’m trying to bring down the Minneapolis drug cartel and an old buddy of mine who stabbed me in the back. You?” It felt good to be light and airy again.
“Pretty much the same, minus the cancer research and batman-esque heroics. There was a big to-do to celebrate the crazy generous donation your company made to my center. I saw your sister at the celebration thingy, she’s lovely. I didn’t approach her or anything, but it was nice to see her, you both have the same smile. And I’ve been puking a lot, like tons. Mostly all my guts are gone.” She was coming out of her shell finally; my Imogen had truly returned to me.
“How are you feeling?” Pregnancy was sometimes really rough on a woman.
“Better now,” her face was radiated and had an airy glow as she spoke. She was even more beautiful than my memories of her.
“Can I take off your coat?” I asked offering my hand to her.
“Sure,” she shuffled out of the heavy jacket to reveal a cute long-sleeved T-shirt and jeans that perfectly held her slender body.
As I was hanging up her coat, I turned around to find she’d also taken off her T-shirt and sat there in her bra, still wearing her jeans. It made me laugh. Of course, I was going to make love to her, without a doubt and I was happy to see we were on the same page.
“Okay then,” I said as I slid up next to her and placed my hand over the soft silk of her bra.
Her nipples instantly hardened at my touch.
“I’ve missed this. I’ve missed being near you,” I confessed as I let my thumb swirl over the erect nipple as I kissed her gently on the lips.
“Not as much as I’ve missed you,” she stroked my overgrown beard and kissed my lips again.
I tenderly slid my hand into her bra to feel her hot flesh on my skin as I ringed my other hand around her back and unclasped her bra, letting it f
all to the floor. There were her beautiful breasts again. I couldn’t hold myself back as I dipped to kiss one then the other which made her giggle.
As soon as I popped one of her luscious breasts in my mouth, she was pulling at my jeans, tugging to free my cock from its confines. Wow, it had definitely been too long for us. I moved to suck on her other breast, but she escaped me, sliding off the bed to the floor.
While I made a motion to protest, I felt her warm mouth sliding over my cock and as much as I wanted to make this reunion about her, she felt so good I melted. My hands knitted into her hair as she pumped her mouth up and down on my shaft.
What surprised me more than the impromptu blowjob was that she swallowed my head all the way to the back of her throat, oh holy hell was that amazing. I didn’t want to choke her but damn it felt so good to have her swallowing my cock. She pulled off me and sucked in air then went back down again. I was a huge man and well endowed, I had trouble keeping girlfriends in college because they couldn’t handle my junk and here she was, petite and pregnant rocking the cock swallow. Fuck!
“Imogen,” I groaned as she continued to work her magic. “Ahhh,” I had a hard time keeping my focus. “It’s your turn,” I panted as I shifted my hips away from her expert mouth and hoisted her up onto the bed.
Her mouth was red and swollen, but she had a silly grin on her face.
“What have you been practicing with?” I asked, astonished at her skill.
“Summer squash,” we both burst into laughter as I dove down into her mound to root around and find her happy place.
I spread her thighs wide and kissed behind her kneecaps all the way up her inner thigh to the flat plain of her abdomen. Soon that spot would be swollen with our child growing inside of her. Would a baby be a little me or a little her? Selfishly, I wanted more hers in the world, as many as we could make, but a little man with her beauty and wit would be wonderful too.
At that moment though, all I wanted to do was taste her sweetness and get inside the heaven between her thighs. I teased her with another parade of kisses down the other leg as I slid up to her center and finally tasted the pool of her desire. She was so wet for me, I could have easily entered her, but I wanted to hear her moan and beg first, then I’d know she wanted to have me as badly as I needed her.
My tongue swirled around her lips making a large arc and closing in ever so slowly into her engorged clitoris. A low groan escaped her as she undulated her hips forward to encourage my tongue’s pace; needy little vixen. My fingers added to the mix as I split her open, laying her flower bare to my advance as I dove my tongue into her and she gasped with delight.
I fucked her with my tongue diving in and out, driving her mad with desire.
“Dash, please?” she begged.
“Please?” I teased.
“Please, I want to feel you inside of me.”
I peeked over the ridge of her mons and smiled. “You mean this?” I asked slipping two fingers into her slick vagina, pressing them as deeply as they would go.
“Ahhh,” a yelp stole her voice as her back arched up, her pert breasts reaching for the ceiling as my fingers pulsed in and out of her mercilessly. “Ahh, Ahhh Dash!” she screamed out as she hit the apex of her climax and oozed her orgasm down the palm of my hand.
Now she was ready for me.
“Or is it this you wanted?” I asked as I grabbed her up into my arms, kicked her legs apart as wide as they would spread and dove my cock down into her with a hard and heavy thrust.
“Yes!” she screamed out.
I should’ve been mindful not to rouse our baby with a rough fucking, but I knew baby Imogen/Dash was just fine floating in their sack; my cock wouldn’t be an intrusion at all.
I slammed in hard and pulled all the way out, which made her moan before I thrust in again. I repeated in and out until my cock had other plans, diving in hard and staying in to grind up on her, my balls wet with her dripping pussy juice as they slapped up hard against her ass. A few more pulses and I ducked under her leg to take her from behind as we both laid spooned against each other.
It felt so right to be with her; this is where we belonged. I rocked in and out of her from behind as she writhed on me and burrowed in closer. As we made love with a slow roll, tension built up in me, my cock hardened more and needed to get his groove on, so I rolled Imogen onto her stomach and she promptly jutted her little ass into the air, giving my stony member perfect access to her tight pussy and I hammered in and out with passion and fury.
She panted and wailed as I rutted and groaned, so ready to ebb over the edge of desire, I grit my teeth to hold on just a little longer.
“Dash,” she called out. “Oh my God, Dash!” she hissed as reached her summit, hard and sharp as I felt her core tighten around me making my balls tighten and shiver. Within moments, I exploded deep inside of her, feeling proud of the fact that I’d already created a life there.
I stayed inside of her for a while then slowly rolled off her and gathered her up into my arms. “I’m never going to let you go again,” I whispered into her ear.
Chapter 24
Jeni
“You’re really not angry I’m pregnant?” I asked Dash again.
He seemed so changed from the man I first met on the mountain. As we lay in bed holding one another, I felt as if I’d known him my whole life, but this was a big step we were taking. Another life would be brought into the world and he and I barely knew each other. He was holed up here alone and even though he had plenty of money, I just couldn’t see how this was going to work out.
“I’m not angry, just a little shocked is all,” he gave me a big squeeze and kissed me on the cheek. “I’m sad though. I’ll have another child in the world who may never get a chance to know their father.” His face fell, and it was like a heavy weight dropped out of the sky and landed on top of us.
“You can’t hide up here forever, Dash. It wasn’t your fault your wife died, you didn’t do anything wrong. You’ve been working your whole life to help really sick kids. That’s noble and right, no one should be allowed to take your life away from you. If you stay up here, you’ve already let them win. It’s time you come out of hiding and fight back.” I didn’t know if I had a right to be saying those things to him, but someone had to inspire him to embrace his life and face it head-on.
He was needed and while he could work while he was here, he couldn’t live, and he deserved to have a life. Suddenly, I had a crazy idea and I knew exactly how totally insane it was. I popped up and propped myself on my elbow and looked him in the eye, trying to communicate straight from my heart.
“I have an idea and I want you to hear me out before you say no.” He looked at me with a suspicious glance, but I didn’t care, I was going to make this work if it killed me.
“Okay…” his voice was tense and wary.
“I want to hear you say you’ll promise to consider my idea.” I flashed him a big smile, hoping he’d consider what I was going to offer.
“I promise, I’ll listen to what you have to say.” He took a deep breath and I knew he was worried I’d drag him out of the cabin.
“Okay, here goes. My grandpa and his caregiver/companion person live just on the other side of this mountain. Lydia is the best cook on the planet and I know she’s preparing one of her amazing pot roasts for dinner this evening. She always makes way too much, and my grandpa eats like a bird. Sadly, he isn’t fairing so well these days and we may not have him around much longer. I want you to come to dinner tonight. It’s a bit of a shlep on foot, but I could get an Uber down the mountain, then get my car, then…”
“Imogen…” he interrupted me, and I felt so angry I could slap him.
“NO, Dash. You promised you’d listen until I was done.” I was starting to boil, he had to get out of this cabin, he needed to live his life.
“I was going to say, I have a car.” A sexy smile broke across his face and I threw myself into his arms.
“You mean you�
�ll do it? You’ll go to dinner with us… me?” I looked down at my stomach and realized what I was saying. “I mean us.”
He held me in his embrace and nuzzled me in tighter. “Yes, I’ll do it, but I have to take a shower first,” he said as he kissed me and rolled off the bed.
“I’ll join you,” I added as I scampered after him.
We showered together and made love again while slathering each other with soap. It was so good to be near him again. I missed his body and his scent and the strong quiet way he handled life. I was sure Gramps and Lydia would love him.
After our shower, I gave his beard and hair a trim, and when I was done he looked like a completely different man. His eyes still held their soulful gaze, but he was a hundred times sexier with a little sprucing up. He was dressed and ready by two o’clock which was perfect because I promised Gramps and Lydia I’d be back from my client by three.
“Are you sure your car still runs? It’s been a while since you’ve driven it.” I assumed his car had been locked away as long as he had.
A devilish smile crossed his face as his lip curled into a smirk.
“I get it out every once in a while. It’ll be just fine.” He took my hand and escorted me out the back door of the cabin. A door I forgot he had because he never used it.
We walked to what looked like a locked closet. He unlocked it and opened the door which lead to a staircase to a lower level. Once we were at the bottom, Dash flipped on the light to reveal a silver Tesla X, shiny and new.
“She loves these mountain roads,” he said with pride.
“I bet,” I drooled.
“I’ll just go get my things and we can be off to your folks’ place.”
I couldn’t believe he was actually doing this.
Everything felt like a dream. He came back a few minutes later with my purse and a rather large bag. He handed me my purse and coat and put the bag in the back of the Tesla.
“It’s just dinner, Dash. Not a trip to Mexico,” I teased.
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