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Love Undercover	By : gallygaskins Category: M through R > Robin Hood Views: 1581 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 20

By the time Jo arrived at the Beach Room, she was far less irritable than she had been thirty minutes before. May’s and Ben’s questioning had been no less than what she would’ve expected if they’d been asked of her by the Spanish Inquisition. “I suppose it’s getting me into practice before the court case,” she muttered to herself as she hauled her overnight bag into the hallway and hung her cardigan up on a hook.

“At least this is perfect”, she decided as she turned a circle in the living area. “Guy?” She called out, stopping abruptly as she walked through the bedroom door and saw him sleeping in a lounger on the deck, an open house builder’s magazine lying on his chest.

Taking off her shoes she tip-toed out onto the deck taking up a seat on the opposite lounger, resting her head in the crook of her arm and smiling at the slumbering figure. Would she always marvel at how handsome he was? At how it was that she, Jo Harper, had managed to claim him as her own? At the way in which he would find every possible way to let her know how much he loved her? Getting up from her position she placed a delicate kiss upon his lips before turning and wandering back inside.

“Where are you going?

She walked back, sitting on the edge of his lounger now that he had made room for her. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Should of thought about that before you slammed the front door,” he smirked, “and then shouted out my name.”

“I didn’t shout,”

His eyebrows rose, “no? It was like a replay of the last orgasm we shared.” She hit out at his arm playfully as he grabbed her and pulled her down on top of him, “I’ve missed you, so much.”

He kissed her, only breaking it when both needed to draw breath. “Not as much as I’ve missed you, I’m sure. There are definitely advantages of living on your own.”

“Trouble at mill?”

“May is still insisting that Ben and I getting together will be the best thing to happen to either one of us. Ever. Then, as I was just coming out, they both started on me, wanting to know where I was going, who I was seeing, etc, etc. They were treating me like I was a teenager going out on her first date rather than a grown woman.”

“They just worry about you, like I do, when I’m not with you.”

“Yes, but you wouldn’t ask me twenty questions just as I was about to walk out of the door.”

“If you want, I can always oblige.” He suggested.

“No, thank you. The only thing I want from you this weekend is plenty of sex.”

“Ah, now the truth is out,” he teased, “you only want me for my body.”

“Gisborne, I’m warning you. I’ll ...”

He cut her off with a searing kiss leaving her breathless when he’d finished. “Yes?” He asked, smiling sweetly.

“Nothing,” she finally breathed. “I love you.”

He kissed along her jaw line, his mouth by her ear, “then show me.”

“Here?” She asked, looking around her.

“Right here, right now!” His hands pulling at the thin cotton of her skirt, ultimately reaching underneath to touch the silky skin of her thighs. “You know we’re on our own?”

“Are we?” She asked.

He nodded, his fingers trailing their way up to her core, “totally secluded; you and me, with just the stars and the wash of the surf on the beach for company.” His touch found material, “are you wearing what I got for you?” She smiled, closing her eyes to the sensations his fingers were stimulating, “let me see?”

Emboldened with the knowledge that they were on their own, Jo didn’t need asking twice, tearing the clothes from her body. She straddled his denim clad legs, watching him as his eyes took in her blue and gold lace covered torso, the cool sea breeze licking over her nipples, encouraging them to harden along with his fixed gaze whilst her white hot centre ached for him to touch her.

“Wow, those photos you gave me certainly didn’t do you enough justice.”

“Didn’t you like them?”

“Are you kidding? It’s just when you compare them to the original, Jo ... you are incredibly beautiful and extremely sexy, just as I knew you would be. How do you feel wearing the underwear for me?

“I feel amazing, you haven’t stopped looking at me yet.”

“I’m just memorising this moment. Whenever I have a bad day I can just remember you looking like this and my troubles will definitely fade away.” His hand reached tentatively forward, taking one breast in his hand and allowing his fingers to stroke either side of the increasingly hardening nub. Jo sighed, his mouth closing around her nipple and playfully nibbling it and sucking it. Arching backwards, Jo allowed Guy more access to her. One hand at the small of her back supported her whilst his other stroked over her other breast and down over her belly. “I want you Jo, I can’t wait, it’s been too long.”

She smiled, understanding his feelings totally as her hands found their way under his t-shirt and pulled it from his body. Carefully unzipping his jeans she pulled them down his legs before opening up her playsuit just enough to allow him the access he so sorely needed. He held onto her hips as she hovered above him before lowering herself onto his cock, both inhaling with delight as he filled her completely. She rocked above him, her hips grinding into his as she helped to build up their united steady rhythm. His hands found her bobbing breasts, holding them, cradling them, his fingers deftly teasing her erect buds. His tongue licked up over her sternum before he peppered her skin with delicate kisses, her fingers in his hair keeping him close to her as she continued to ride him. Orgasm came quickly, the fireworks popping away in their heads as they rode their wave of mutual ecstasy, howling each other’s name into the open air.

Cradling her buttocks within his arms he picked her up, walking their still joined bodies into the bedroom and carefully sitting on the edge of the bed. “You never cease to amaze me Jo, but I think we should carry on in here from now on.”

“Why?”

“I don’t fancy the idea of drawing a crowd, do you?”

“I thought you said we were secluded?”

“We are, but we weren’t exactly quiet then. Besides I ... I don’t want you catching a chill.”

Finally able to move, Jo stood up, peeling the underwear from her frame before sliding on top of the silk sheets and waiting for Guy to join her. From her position she was able to take in his beauty as he stripped for her, his eyes watching her scrutiny of him. “Do you like what you see?”

“Very much, Guy. Do you?”

“I don’t really think I need to answer that but yes,” he lay next to her, pulling her into his arms and kissing the top of head, “I can’t wait to have you with me forever though, I need you so much.”

“Now who only wants who for their body?” She giggled.

Guy sat up taking her with him, “Jo, it’s not like that. Making love to you is fantastic but it’s being with you, knowing you’re there for me, that’s what I miss.”

“I was so sorry to hear about your mum, I wish I could meet her.”

“She would’ve liked that but she’s too ill. I would’ve liked that too.” Unshed tears held their vigil along his lower lashes.

“What’s wrong? There’s something else isn’t there? What’s Marion done now?”

“She’s ... she’s ...”

“Guy, what is it? You know you can tell me anything?”

“I’ve been told that I need to take a paternity test.”

Jo edged away from him, sitting upright against the bed head, her arms folded against her chest, visibly upset. “I thought you told me there was no child.”

“There wasn’t, not whilst I was with her anyway.” He sat next to her drawing her arms away from covering her breasts to fall around his waist, “Jo, the little girl, she’s not mine but she might be my niece. Mari ... Emily obviously realises that. By getting me to have a paternity test it will show that there is a likelihood I could be the girl’s father.”

Jo relaxed, “conniving bitch.”

“Precisely.”

“So you’re going to get your brother to do one too? She doesn’t know the two of you are talking then?” Guy shook his head. Reaching up, her arms tightened around his neck, she kissed him, “sorry for doubting you.”

“Don’t worry, it’s good we have this time together at least. I always want more where you’re concerned though.”

“I know, it’s the same for me.” She sighed, “will this add more time on to our sentence?”

“Harry says yes. We have to wait for the appointment to be booked, which could be up to 12 weeks away and then there’s another 6 weeks at least waiting for the results and for these to be handed into the court as evidence.”

“Oh God, another 3 months at least.” She watched him shrug, “we best make the most of the next two nights then.”

.oOo.

Jo sat at the office computer staring at the screen. What was she supposed to be doing? ‘Printing orders off, wasn’t it?’

She looked around the cramped office space that also doubled as the order room. Ben stood leaning against the packing table, his arms folded as he looked at her with concern. “You’re back?”

“Uh, yes. Did you want me?”

“Well, I was waiting for the packing notes but I’ve printed them off now.” He picked up a chair from the other side of the room and placed it in front of her, finally sitting down. “Why don’t you go and have a rest? You look so tired.”

“Ben, I’m fine, really.”

“You, young lady, haven’t been ok since you came back from Burgh Island. I don’t know what that ... what Guy did to you but you’re not alright.”

“He didn’t do anything to me,” She watched an eyebrow arch, “other than the normal.”

“You two are still in the first flourish then.”

“If you mean were we sleeping together then well .... that’s none of your business.” Realisation suddenly dawned on her. “How did you know I went to meet him?”

“Jo, I’m your friend. I may have once thought that you and I ... But not anymore. It was obvious, when both May and I asked you where you were going you were so evasive and when I said that I thought you were going to meet with him and why didn’t you bring him back you shut off completely. Ok, so you don’t want us to meet him, that’s fine but I’m not blind, I can see that you love this man very much. You never talk about him though, for someone that should be taking up a huge amount of your life at the moment he seems to be absent from it quite a bit.”

“There are complications.”

“Tell me about it.” She shook her head, “you mentioned a few things before, the day you arrived, but you’ve not mentioned anything since.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“You said that Guy was estranged from his wife and that she tried to kill you.”

“Yes, she believes that I had her brother framed for a crime he didn’t commit. He ended up killing himself, she attempted to recreate his death by making it look like I had killed myself.”

“Why?”

“Ben, it’s too personal ...”

“Was he the one that raped you?” She looked up, her face plastered with shock, “May told me.”

“Who else knows?”

“No-one, I swear. She only told me because she thought it might help ... us.”

“Oh, Ben, I’m sorry,” she leant across kissing his cheek.

“It’s fine. Honestly. It’s good that you found someone who could heal you. So, this estranged wife?”

“Oh right, well, when she found out about us she decided to make things difficult. The reason why I don’t really want to make it common knowledge that Guy and I have been together a couple of times is because we’re not supposed to be. Guy has told her that she has effectively split us up. If news gets back to her that he and I have been seen together she could use that knowledge against us to get what she wants, not that Guy has a lot of assets or anything, but that won’t stop ... excuse me a minute.” She picked up her ringing phone. “Hello. Guy? ... You sound awful ... oh no, do you need me to come up to you? ... Ok, I’ll see what I can do ... see you soon my love ... goodbye.” She switched off her phone, leaning back in her chair.

“Bad news?”

“Guy’s mother died last night.”

“I’m sorry, Jo. Are you going?”

“Yes, he needs me. Can you take me to the train station?”

“Of course. Are you going to tell him?”

“Tell him what?”

“That you’re pregnant.”

“What on earth makes you think I’m pregnant?”

“The regular trips to the toilet to be sick, the dark circles around your eyes, the late nights and early mornings. I could be wrong but I saw the same happen to Sarah.”

“We’ve always been so careful.”

“So were we. When are you going to court?”
“Not for another 5 or 6 weeks.”

“Let’s pray you’re not then, and even if you are, let’s hope you’re not showing.”

“Ben, do you think we can go to the station via a chemist?”

.oOo.

Whilst sitting on the train she’d managed to calculate that she’d have enough time to use the ladies at Birmingham New Street before catching her connecting train to Leicester. And, as the train pulled in to the station she rushed from the platform in order to find the facilities and use the first of two test sticks she had purchased at the chemist.

As she sat waiting for the test to develop she mulled over the consequences that being pregnant with Guy’s baby could bring upon both of them. Of course, there was Marion’s case and, as Ben had suggested, should she actually be showing by the time she was expected to go to court then that could be enough leverage to give Marion her advantage back. Good job she’d spent the extra money in getting a test that would accurately predict how long she had already been pregnant if, indeed, she was.

And if she was, what then? Should she tell Guy or should she wait? She would have to tell him if she had any inclination to keep secretly seeing him. After all, they were now texting one another every day on a phone she’d bought and had registered in Ben’s name for the purpose of not having to rely on Robert any longer. But Guy had made her understand that Robert would still be a useful ally and should be kept in the loop. They were only to phone one another in an emergency. Guy’s mother dying had been the only time either of them had actually spoken since their meeting at Burgh Island.

Burgh Island. Could they have conceived then? Highly plausible, they had met there about 4 weeks previously, but as she was always so careful in taking her pill she knew it couldn’t have been then. Could it?

She fumbled around in her bag for her pills and checked the days on the packet she was currently taking, Thursday, tomorrow. She breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t pregnant, she wouldn’t get a smiley face or two lines or whatever this stick was supposed to show up. Hadn’t she better check?

She pulled at the instructions she’d left lying at the top of her bag, the contents of the pill packet falling onto the cubicle floor. She bent down, retrieving the blister packs and putting them back in the box. Her finger pressed on an empty dimple, strange she normally threw out empty packets. Turning it over she read the dates, noticing that there was one left in the packet, Monday. She turned over to look at the date she’d written on the pack, 13^th. She found her diary, opened it on the date, The Howard hotel, the blissful 24 hours together before they’d parted and Jo had moved to Devon. She counted the weeks back, eight and a half.

She sat back onto the lid of the toilet in a dream picking up the test as if on autopilot. She looked at the window, there was the smiley and there was the time. ‘8-9 weeks’.

“This is the final call for passengers for the 12:55 train to Leicester, please make your way to platform 4.”

She stood, hurriedly picking up her bag, stuffing everything back into it and zipping it up, the test stick binned as she left the toilets and ran to catch her train.

Finding a solitary seat, she went over the evidence again, could Ben be right? At least she’d be able to do another test later just to make sure and these new digital tests were rarely wrong. She sat back, her hands slipping unconsciously over where a child could be growing inside of her. The faintest smile tinged her lips, could this be part of her recurrent dream coming true, if so the baby would be a girl.

She’d intended to catch up with some reading but try as she might she couldn’t help but think about what could be happening inside of her. And as the train slowed on its approach into Leicester she couldn’t help but smile even more. She scolded herself, if Guy ever found out then there would be nothing that anyone could do to stop him from being with her. She needed to keep it a secret from him, “this will be the last lie I will ever tell him,” she whispered to her tummy, “if you’re real.”

As soon as she walked through the station entrance they had spotted one another, rushing forward as if it had been 4 years rather than 4 weeks since they had last seen their mate. Guy hauled her into his arms, his mouth finding hers as her arms snaked around his neck and her feet hooked around his hips. Gently she slid to the ground before finding the sky blue eyes lovingly taking her in. “There’s something different about you.”

“Is there,” Jo answered, “I can’t think what it might be.” She smiled up at him innocently, she’d heard of women glowing when they were pregnant but surely Guy wasn’t that intuitive.

His hand cupped her face, “it’s probably because it’s getting more difficult to be apart from you.”

She definitely needed to change the subject. “How are you feeling?”

“Better now you’re here.” He kissed her brow, “thank you for coming.”

“Guy, you needed me here so I came.”

“I’m glad you dropped Ben for me.” He teased.

“No contest, you’d win hands down every time,” she said suddenly feeling tired, “where are we staying?”

Guy picked up her bag before laying his arm across her shoulders, her arm found its way around his waist. As they started walking he smiled down at her, “you can never wait to rip my clothes off, can you?”

“Of course I can.” She smiled back, “I just hope it’s not too far away.”

“Not too far,” he stopped, “here in fact.”

She looked up at the 19^th century façade of the building, two great pillars stood as guards on either side of the imposing doorway that led into an inviting reception, “great, I can’t wait to see the room.”

He handed her the keys, “are you going to be ok for half an hour if I leave you, I’ve got to go and see the undertaker.”

“Would you rather I came with you?”

He kissed the top of her head, “you’ve just had a monstrous train journey, the last thing I would expect you to do is come and hold my hand. I’ll be fine, besides you look tired. Go and have a nap or freshen up, just don’t fall asleep in the bath.”

“I only ever have baths when you’re around so that I know I’m safe. If you weren’t there I’d never be sure that there wasn’t a lunatic mad women somewhere wanting to try and kill me.”

He smiled, “you’re safe from her, we both are.” He pulled her closer, “I love you, Jo and she will never hurt us again, try as she may.” He nodded, “and if you can stop yourself from getting in that huge bath then you’re a better person than me.”

“Go, the sooner you’re gone the sooner you’ll be back and we can make up for lost time. I’ll wait to have my back washed when you return.”

“Ok, I’ll get back as soon as I can.”

Watching him walk away, she sensed a loss that she’d never experienced before. This would only be a short interval but she couldn’t help feeling like it would last for a lifetime. “I hope that’s not your influence on me,” she said to her tummy, before looking back toward his retreating figure, smiling back at him as he waved. “At least I’ve got enough time to do that other test.”

Once he’d vanished she picked up her bag and walked inside, asking reception how she got to her room on the way. She opened the door onto another magnificent room, smiling at the décor but frowning at how sordid it all made her feel, all they ever seemed to do was meet up in hotel rooms like she was his bit on the side. Was that really all their relationship had become? A series of hotel rooms where they ended up making love for a considerable amount of their time together. Not that it was a terrible waste of time and they would be out and about together as a couple despite the terrible circumstances, it was his mother’s funeral after all. “I hope everyone likes me.”

She pulled the second test stick out of her bag and quickly found the bathroom, the sooner she’d done the test the better. As Guy had mentioned, the bath was exquisite, the granite bowl stood on its flattened bottom in the centre of the room, a centrepiece which she would have gladly sunk into had she not had her mind on other things. This weekend was about Guy, he needed her, regardless of the result it would be one less thing to worry about.

Examining her reflection she noticed that she did look tired, the tell tale black circles around her eyes were not the only give away. Her skin looked a little pallid too, maybe there was a spa nearby, somewhere where she could get a facial, anything to help her look a little better than she did now. She looked at her watch, surely it must be done by now. Nearly. She looked at her face again, pulling at some of the skin on her cheeks, she had no colour, it was almost like …

She ran for the toilet, kneeling down as she realised that her lunch wasn’t staying down. She returned to the sink washing her face, running for her toiletry bag so that she could get the foul taste from out of her mouth, pulling all manner of other things out to make here look a little better but nothing worked, she still looked ill. If she wasn’t pregnant then she’d better be dying.

Looking at her watch once more she saw that plenty of time had elapsed for the test to develop, she picked up it closing her eyes, unsure of whether she wanted to see what she had seen before. If it was the same, what then? “Open your eyes, Jo.”

She did, blinking several times to make sure that what she was looking at was real, but it was there again the big blue outlined smiley face and the bold ‘8-9 weeks’ both staring back at her. She sat on the edge of the bath unable to speak and barely able to comprehend it. She’d missed one pill, taken everything that Guy had been willing to give her and ended up pregnant, but she was happy about it, smiling at the memories of each union that could have created their child.

.oOo.

“I’ve just come back from there now,” Guy said into his phone, “I’ve spoken to the undertaker about the arrangements and they can provide some of the pallbearers.”

He stopped walking, taking a seat on the nearest park bench, “I don’t know Nick, she doesn’t look too well to be honest … no, I just think the journey’s done her in a bit. It’s a long way from Devon.”

Sitting back, he relaxed into the bench, “I’ll ask, but I think it will be a no tonight … let her rest up hey, see what she’s like tomorrow … I’ll text you.”

He shut off the phone, thinking back to how tired and sickly Jo had looked when he’d picked her up from the station. The last thing he wanted was for Jo to go anywhere and start meeting people if she wasn’t well enough to cope with it. But what on earth could it be? When they’d spoken on the telephone she hadn’t mentioned feeling ill, if she had he’d have made her stay at home. Unless it had come on suddenly whilst she’d been travelling, that had to be the answer. Even so, it was worrying and he hated seeing anyone suffer, so he’d just have to make sure that her comfort was his priority.

He made his way quickly through the park and decided to catch a bus so that he could get back to Jo as soon as he could.

“Jo?” He queried as soon as he walked through the suite door, “I’m back, love.” He could hear quiet but hurried movements coming from the bathroom, “Jo are you ok?” She stumbled through the door, her toiletry bag half zipped in her hands. “You’re not are you?”

“I’m fine, Guy, honestly. I just need a bit of R and R.”

“Have they been working you like a dog?” He asked.

“Who, Ben and May?” He nodded, “no, why would they? I’ve spent most of my time sitting on my arse learning the computer accounts system.’

“Accounts?” She shrugged, “I never realised my Jo was so gifted.”

“I’m not, that’s why I spend so much time sitting down.”

Laughing, he pulled her into his arms, “wasn’t a very good cover then, was it? Weren’t you supposed to be a mature student studying that exact field?”

“Good job I didn’t have to lie to you for long.”

“Good job neither of us did.” He kissed the tip of her nose, “how would you like a long soak in the tub with me as your slave before we have room service sent up and take an early night to bed.”

“An early night?”

“Yes, you look like you could sleep for a week and I’m going to make sure you do.”

“For a whole week?”

“For as long as it takes. I’ll leave you to get undressed whilst I go and find some luxurious toiletries and run you a bath.” He let her go before walking towards the bathroom.

“Guy?” He turned to look back at her, she smiled hugging her toiletry bag as close as she could, “I’m so lucky to have you and I love you, very much.”

“Likewise,” he smiled, “thank you for being a part of my life Jo, I love you too, with all my heart.”

Waiting until he’d disappeared she opened up the bag in her hands, catching a glimpse of the test. Nothing had changed, she was still as pregnant as she had been before, “I know you do, Guy,” she whispered, “I just hope you always will.”
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