Her hand drifted up to my hair and her fingers tangled into it, bringing our mouths in closer together. Our tongues didn’t explore each other as they once had, but rather expressed a deeper feeling. We kissed intimately as I tried to memorize the taste of her sweetness. Her hands wandered on their own path, doing the same, imprinting my body into memory.
I moved my way down her slender frame to find her glorious breasts waiting for me. Each round orb perfectly formed and so sensitive to my touch. I loved the way they pebbled in my mouth, which shot a heady sensation to my dick as it grew painfully erect and started to dribble precum between our bodies. Sensing my arousal, she slid one leg under me and draped the other over my hip. The moment my skin made contact with her delectable flesh, I could feel her dripping wet desire for me. We didn’t have to wait, foreplay was fun, but we wanted to be connected, our bodies craved the feeling of oneness.
I angled my hips downward while lifting her up to me as my rod found her petals and slid back home where it belonged. I didn’t want to fuck her, I wanted to make sweet love to every muscle and bone in her body.
I pressed my cock in further as she hummed into my chest. It was much easier to enter her now, she was fully accustomed to my size as I rolled my hips in deeper and deeper until I found the spot I loved the most, lodged within the depths of her.
“Ahh,” she cried out.
“Ahh,” I joined her and put her other nipple in my mouth and lapped at it while I rocked back and forth feeling the tension within me build.
After gliding in and out with a slow rhythm, I pulled out and shifted our position. I wanted to watch her face as I loved the looks she made when she reached a climax.
“You up for a little old-fashioned?” I asked kissing her lips again.
“I’m up for anything,” she grazed her hand over my scruffy cheek and the thought crossed my mind to shave one of these days.
Except with her gone, there wouldn’t really be a point to it. I rolled her onto her back and lifted her legs up over my shoulders. As I slid in to the hilt, my balls slapped up against her ass and I could hear the sound of our slickness meeting each other.
“Hold on tight,” I warned as I pulled out of her and slammed back in again.
She was well lubricated, and I loved the sensation of being bereft of her then surrounded by her over and over again. I pulsed in and out of her hard as her face winced with pleasure. Before long, my body found its own pace and I was slapping up against her like a bull rutting during mating season.
I couldn’t help myself, she drove me mad with pleasure. I let my body weight rest on her and my hips buck back and forth until my balls clenched up underneath me, preparing to do their thing.
Impulsively and without reason, I thrust one deep dive into her glorious body and shouted, “I love you,” as loud as I could in the throes of passion as I spilled myself into her womb.
She mewled and panted as she neared her climax and wrapped her legs tightly around me which brought me to a second climax almost harder than the first.
When we came down off our highs, she snuggled into me. “I love you too,” she rasped.
I wasn’t in any hurry to disconnect from her, so I stayed with her until my cock fully deflated. It took a long time and I loved the feeling of just being in her, still and safe.After a while, my flaccid dick slipped out of her warm, wet center and I wrapped a blanket around us and fell asleep.
My sleep was dreamless and serene. She and I lay wrapped in one another all night long. Usually, I woke up at some point in the night with terrors and haunting visions, but her arms kept me protected from the torments of my own mind.
The sound of something loud and grating woke me up as did assaulting brightness. My unconscious mind couldn’t unscramble what was causing the noise and light until I finally opened my eyes and was met with the sun. At first, I basked in the beautiful morning light, before I realized…
“Light! Fuck! I left the shutters up all night. We’re broadcasting to the world right now!” I was frantic as I groped the floor for my clothes.
“What time is it?” Imogen woke up groggy and disoriented.
Just as she started to move, I saw something outside out of the corner of my eye. Something outside the window, black not a bear, it was too lean and upright to be a bear. As I walked to the control room to lower the shutters, I saw another figure. It was a man dressed in black carrying a long heavy rifle. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
As I pressed the switch for the shutters, I heard voices outside shouting. This could not have been a worse situation. It couldn’t be Mark’s men, there was no way they could find me up here. Could they? Who would’ve told them? Who would’ve known?
As the house slowly grew dark again I heard Imogen complaining from the bedroom. “Okay, bunker-man, you don’t have to worry about a zombie apocalypse, you wiped out a whole family of them. You got this, it was just a little light,” she was grumbling, but also being so loud.
I rushed into the bedroom as the shades were closing and saw the second man with a gun through the closing blinds.
“Get under the bed now and don’t say a word,” I whisper/shouted at her.
Then there was a loud pounding at the door. When she heard the noise, she grabbed the robe and exclaimed, “Oh fuck,” as she dipped off the bed and crawled under it.
The pounding came again. I could see from the monitors that there were two men with guns. I put a finger to my lips to make sure she stayed silent, then gave Imogen a little smile as I got my rifle out of the closet. There was no way anyone could shoot through the windows with the shutters down; we were bulletproof, but if they brought more people or bigger guns we’d have a problem on our hands.
I thought about calling the police, but I’d have so much to explain. I decided to just wait and see what their next move would be. The two men walked all around the cabin but passed right by the shed. When shuttered down, the shed often looked like a sleek rock face. The intruders would know there were people in the cabin because we’d left fresh tracks and I’m sure they saw the shutters closing. However, they were carrying guns. Anyone would close down their house if they saw men outside with guns.
They banged on the door again but didn’t say anything. I remained still and ready, my eyes glued to the monitors. They stayed for an hour banging on the door off and on until a huge city snow plow came up the road below, clearing the street.
That obnoxiously loud thing had been working all morning and finally was chugging up our neck of the woods. From the vantage point of the road, it would be hard to see the house nestled in the trees, but I bet it would be pretty easy to spot a car parked down at the plowed end of the road and two black-clad figures carrying guns against all that white snow. Perhaps that is what inspired them to finally leave.
I waited for a long time, but soon not even the infrared camera was picking up any human movement. It was a too close. As much as I hated to face the fact, it was time for Imogen to leave. She’d be in danger if she stayed any longer.
I didn’t need to scare her, but it was important she get out of the house as soon as possible. The storm was meant to last another few days, but with the light dusting of snow we got last night and the sunny day this morning, the roads were being cleared and people were beginning to live their lives again. Our time together was at an end.
I’d have to worry about the men returning later and figure out how I was going to stay protected and anonymous, but Imogen was my first priority at the moment. I’d already called in a new order from the delivery company, anticipating a need for their help getting Imogen down the mountain. Even though I’d just gotten a delivery last week, the men could take Imogen and possibly eliminate the source of rumors. I’d instruct her to lie and say I was an elderly recluse who she’d visited, but her car broke down during the storm and she needed a ride into town. I felt better, I sort of had a game plan.
I glanced over at Imogen, who still looked rather terrified, crouched under my bed.
“It’s okay to come out,” I told her quietly.
Chapter 20
Jeni
I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my whole life. As I lay there shivering, listening to the men outside banging on the door, it crossed my mind that I could actually die. If they found their way in somehow Dash and I would be facing homicidal maniacs.
It had happened to people before. It happened to my mom. She didn’t have to die that day; it was horrible people doing horrible things to one another and she got stuck in the crossfire. Dash and I could’ve just as easily faced the same fate. It gave me a real perspective on how terrifying this kind of situation was and for the first time since I came to the cabin, I longed to go home, back to the safety of my one-bedroom apartment and my life. My heart leaped out to Dash. I now fully understood his paranoia; this was very scary shit.
I didn’t want to leave Dash, but I also didn’t want to stay secluded from the world, hiding away, just waiting for some madman to blast my life to bits. Luckily, this time the men left, however, the question hanging over us was, why had they come in the first place?
When Dash gave me the go-ahead to come out from under the bed, I looked at him feeling sad and overwhelmed.
“What the hell was that?” I asked, still shaking from the ordeal.
He just stared at me for a moment, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders. There was something he was reluctant to tell me.
“You should sit down,” he suggested motioning his hand to the couch.
I hobbled over and took a seat. He sat beside me and took my hand in his. His strong, rough hands, were cold and stiff. He’d been very frightened, more so than his expression showed. Although I didn’t understand what was happening and why he was being pursued, my heart broke for him. I could walk away from this. He couldn’t.
“I’m sorry you were here to witness that. You need to go where you can be safe; it’s not okay for you to be here any longer. The plows have started to clear the roads and the weather report says the second storm front will be moving in late tomorrow. You have time to get off the mountain now.”
“No… I” I didn’t know why I was protesting. I wanted to get away from the danger and yet... I couldn’t bear the thought of actually leaving him.
“I’ve loved this time with you,” he said. “You’ve given me more happiness in these last few days than I’ve had in over a year. Thank you for trusting me and for sharing yourself with me in such an open and loving way. If this was a perfect world, both of us would be going down the mountain today, but it’s not a perfect world and so you have to go. It’s the only way I can truly protect you.”
“And what about you? How can I be sure you’ll be safe alone up here? You’ll be alone in the storm and what if those men come back?” I was crazed; my mind was scattered in a million pieces and it was hard to form a coherent thought.
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. I’m not afraid of a little wind and snow. Men with guns don’t frighten me—I have a plan to deal with them, but I need to make sure you’re safe first.” He was so convincing I almost believed him, but in my heart, I knew he was just as frightened as I was. “How will I know that you’re safe?” I threw it back at him, angry, sad, hurt… confused.
“I’ve been up here a long time, I can take care of myself. However, I’m sure you want to know why those men were here.”
“Yeah, why would people come to a remote cabin, with guns in the middle of a snowstorm?” All I could think was that they wanted to kill him.
“I’m not sure exactly why they were here, but I haven’t done anything wrong. There are evil people in the world. Greedy people who will stop at nothing to win. I can’t tell you the specifics of the situation for your safety. But, I have two children I haven’t seen in a year, they killed my wife and will stop at nothing to kill me. We didn’t deserve this and neither do you.” At that moment his phone dinged a strange ring.
I jumped out of my skin. “What’s that?”
“It’s the delivery truck, they’re here. It’s time to go.” His words caught in his throat and it looked like he was about to cry.
Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes. This couldn’t all be ending so quickly, this wasn’t… it couldn’t be happening.
“Your things are in a bag by the door, all washed and ready to go. Your ankle seems better. It will be hard to get down the stairs to the platform, just go slow. I wish I could carry you, but I can’t risk being seen. Maybe you can wave to the men to help you down.”
He was being so cold and calculating.
He was back to the dark brooding man I’d met when I came to the cabin; the stoic mountain man who had little of anything kind to say. Now he was just kicking me out.
“No Dash, not yet. I’m not ready.” I couldn’t leave him.
“It’s time for you to go.” He stood up and grabbed my coat from a pile of things near the chair, and then walked over to me, helped me to my feet and slipped the coat on me like I was a four-year-old going to preschool.
“I can do it myself,” I said indignantly as I yanked the coat out of his arms and finished putting it on.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered with tears filling his eyes.
I was being a flat-out bitch, but I didn’t care. I was hurt and angry and my emotions were taking over. “Why now?” I pleaded.
“I need to know you’ll be safe,” he said softly. “Since you’re already upset, I should tell you, I found your email address on a business card in your purse. I’ve wired some money to your bank account using your email address. It isn’t payment for anything so please don’t think of it as anything other than a gift I truly want to share with you. I have plenty of money, more than I’ll ever use in a lifetime. I’m sorry I infringed on your privacy…
I felt like I was being socked in the face. I didn’t need his money, I needed him.
“I don’t need your money,” I barked.
“I’m sure you don’t,” he said softly, “Maybe you can gift some of it to the center you work for. Your business card says you’re a psychologist at a very well-known center for needy kids. A donation from you might help.” He was being so kind and all I wanted to do was rip his face off.
I was the devil.
“It would be weird if I just showed up with buckets of money to give them,” I said, a little less pissed off, but not much.
“Okay, we’ll make the donation from my company then, that way there won’t be any suspicion.” As soon as he said his company, he and I both knew I’d know who he was, and the mystery would blow wide open.
“But then…” I said softly.
“I trust you,” was all he said as he approached me. “You’ll know as soon as you’re gone who I am. Please, take the money. For the center and for you. I want to know I’ve given you even a fraction of what you’ve given me.” His head hung low and the real Dash was there, raw and unveiled before me.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” I finally confessed.
“I know, I’m in love with you,” he said as he tilted my head to his and placed a soft kiss on my lips.
I couldn’t stand it. I lifted my bad leg up to wrap around his waist so I could be close to his body once more. I wanted to feel his hardness and be cradled in his big loving arms one last time.
His kiss parted my lips and I let him in again, to the place where we always spoke honestly in the language of love. Between my legs, I felt the familiar hardness of his erection and all I wanted was to have him inside me again.
He must have wanted the same thing as his kiss became more heated and passionate.
“We only have a few minutes,” he whispered with a hot breath in my ear.
“Okay,” I said eagerly as I shimmied my pants off and spread myself out for him.
I rubbed my hand along his stiffening shaft as I found the button to his jeans, whittled my fingers around the buttonhole until it was freed and unzipped his pants to reveal his beautiful c
ock to me one last time.
As we continued to kiss he backed me up against the wall near the front door, his fingers finding my dripping wet pussy ready and waiting for him. He rubbed his digits along my slit as my pussy slathered them with juice. A hot, needy breath escaped me as I pulsed against his touch. He found my clit and bobbed it up and down until stabbing bolts of desire were pricking me from every direction.
His first finger went into my warm center, followed by a second which angled and stretched within me to create space for his massive manhood which was pressed against my opening, warm and thick, begging admission.
“Are you ready?” he asked in a breathy tone.
“Please,” I begged as my arms wrapped around him tighter, “I love you.”
With that, he thrust inside of me hard, filling me up with exquisite pain and pleasure. His body weight pressed me harder up against the wall as he rutted against me, unable to control his own passions.
Moans of pleasure escaped me, and I didn’t care what I sounded like, I wanted him to know what he did to me, how he sent me over the edge every time we were together. His massive body dwarfing mine, he lifted my other leg off the ground sliding him deeper into me as he pulsed inside of me with tiny rocketing shocks.
Sweat beaded on his brow as his own guttural groans of ecstasy punctuated the air. His mouth seized mine and his tongue mirrored the movements of his cock, diving in and out of me. Just when I thought there was no way he could go farther into to me, he shifted my position on the wall and dove into the very depths of my soul.
His mouth moved to my sensitive neck as his cock jettisoned back and forth until I couldn’t take it anymore. My mind was whirling with delight. He was so hard, and I was filled with his very essence. My legs wrapped tightly around him, holding him steadfast as my hips bucked against him in sharp jolts as I came over and over again.
Damaged Love Page 13