Chapter 19

Dash

I know she must have thought I was crazy acting the way I was, but that guy in the helicopter got a good look at us. She may’ve been right, it could’ve just been police surveillance, but it didn’t look like a police copter to me. I needed something to settle my nerves; my paranoia was getting the best of me.

I needed to send Gloria my formula and make sure she got it in case something happened to me. I wanted to ensure she had what she needed. Perhaps it would be my legacy, who knew.

“The helicopter left,” Imogen said softly as I craned my head to see where it was heading.

“It could be back,” I stood transfixed at the window for a moment, not moving. I was trying not to be terrified, but my body was wracked with stress.

The sky had darkened again quickly and with the darkness came safety. The cabin was hard to find at night because the trees surrounding hid the cabin well. In full daylight anyone who knew what they were looking for could find us, however, you’d have to be looking hard.

The only thing that ever really gave the cabin’s location away were the one-way windows in the bedroom. In the daytime, they’d reflect light back and confirm there was something out of the ordinary up here. I didn’t mind people knowing there was a cabin here, as the delivery men knew. They had to know. What I didn’t want was anyone suspecting Dashell Frye was alive and well and living on this mountain.

“I’m going to have a scotch on the rocks, can I interest you in one?” I needed something to shut this paranoia down.

“Is there any more wine?” she asked in a polite tone of voice.

“Sure, I’ll fix you a glass.” She looked so beautiful sitting there, her face lightly confused, but reassuring. “I’m sure everything will be fine,” I conceded as I brought the wine, though I didn’t entirely believe the sentiment.

“It’s just people making sure all is well. They’re the good guys.” She smiled one of her intoxicating grins.

“To the good guys,” I raised my scotch to make a toast.

“To the good guys,” she countered. “I know what can take our minds off things.” She perked up a bit as I watched the wheels turn in her head. “We can dance! I have some great stuff to dance to on my phone. Have you ever ballroom danced before?”

She was serious with this question?

“Um, not really.” Never. I’d never danced.

I was a horrible dancer, even at my wedding all I did was shift my weight from foot to foot while Michelle danced with grace with an albatross around her neck.

“It’s fun and relaxing. Stand up,” she ordered.

I didn’t see anything even remotely fun or relaxing with dance, but to pacify her I decided to try. A diversion was needed, and dancing seemed better than more Resident Evil. I didn’t need things to jump out at me right now, not that I couldn’t handle it, but I didn’t want to test my luck.

She took my arms in hers and I realized how petite she was. She was small and that was lovely when we hugged but having her lead me, as she was attempting to do on a bad ankle, made her look more slight somehow. She fired up her phone and a nice lilting song came on. It was something I recognized but didn’t know well.

“Now, the first thing you want to do is start with your right foot.” She attempted to demonstrate the move for me and did so awkwardly because of her injured ankle.

“You sure you want to do this?” I asked, being even more awkward without an injury.

“Let’s try,” she encouraged.

I did as she commanded and tried, which got my foot caught up in my other foot somehow, which somehow brought both of us down onto the couch with a crash. Nope, the dancing thing wasn’t gonna work. I landed squarely on top of her.

She giggled under me and realized how futile her efforts were.

“Sorry, I’m not much of a dancer,” I couldn’t stop laughing.

She was right about one thing, it did ease the tension. She felt good in my arms like she belonged there. My dick thought so too because the minute the bugger touched her he started to rev up his engines again.

“Well, at least someone enjoyed it,” Imogen mentioned as her hand found my cock and mercilessly danced her fingers over it.

I pressed myself into her touch; it felt too amazing. Her strong fingers continued to stroke me over my pants and she dry humped my body with her wiggly little pelvis. It was all becoming too much to bear, so I stood up, scooped her into my arms and carried her to the bedroom.

If these were our last days, then I’d make memories for her to never forget. She and I both stripped out of our clothes and bounced into the bed. I could’ve made love to her over and over again. I crawled to her, my cock waving between my legs. I looked like a gorilla ready to pounce and she like a cat all stretched out and purring.

She spread both her arms and legs for me and I slipped between them both and nuzzled into my spot with my hard dick jammed up between our bellies. My lips found hers and we kissed like we’d never kissed before and our kisses were really good before, I loved them. However, I sensed a depth and familiarity now that warmed my heart.

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.