Thursday, March 31, 2011
His fingers had been flying on his blackberry but now they were still on the steering wheel as they sat, parked on a dark side street. He’d circled the block a few times, just to be sure they hadn’t been followed. Maybe he was being paranoid but he’d been pretty sure the same dark sedan had followed them off the turnpike. He’d lost them when he’d started taking short cuts through Sewickley.
Or maybe he was just paranoid, but maybe that was a good thing, a good habit to get into.
‘You’re really gonna do this aren’t you?’ he smiled to himself as he looked over at where Kate...no Dakota was curled up on the passenger seat, her knees pulled up to her chest, fast asleep. Becky, somehow that was easier to remember, was asleep in the back seat, thumb in her mouth and that neon blue teddy bear of hers’ snuggled into her side.
He was scared out of his mind but somehow he couldn’t erase this stupid grin from his face. This was crazy and it felt like something out of a movie, something no one would believe if he told them, and yet he didn’t want to do the one thing he was pretty sure would be the only thing anyone would tell him to do. He didn’t want to run from this crazy, dangerous, fucked up situation. He wanted to stick by her, by both of them.
“There she is,” he breathed, releasing the breath he’d been half holding ever since he’d sent the text to Mario’s eldest in the middle of the night. He and Lauren had grown pretty close while he’d lived with the Lemieux’s, despite her teenage mood swings, but his request had to have set off alarm bells and he’d half expected not only Mario’s big black SUV but the local cops, maybe and Army tank or two.... Dakota yawned and rubbed at her eyes and then peered out at the approaching compact car.
“Who?” was all she asked, glancing down at her bare legs and then back at Becka’s still form in the back seat.
“A friend, it’s fine,” he gave her an encouraging smile and then opened the door as Lauren’s little red mini pulled up beside his vehicle, shut off the motor and turned out her lights. “Hey, thanks for coming,” he said quietly, scanning the dark street again. The last thing he wanted was for any goon that looked like the one that Dakota had winged following Lauren back to the Lemieux’s mansion.
“Gonna tell me what this is about?” the dark haired girl asked as she handed him a pair of non descript shopping bags out the window, “and why you’re wandering around naked at two in the morning?”
“Do you have the passport?” he asked, glancing into the bags to see his own jeans and t-shirts neatly stacked inside along with some of what had to be Lauren’s own yoga pants, t-shirts, socks and shoes.
“Yeah, I kinda need that back and if you’re planning on blowing up a plane or something...,” she began, grinning at him but he could see the real concern in her eyes. She was a lot like her dad. He could smile and say everything was going to be fine but he wasn’t the best poker player that Sid had ever met.
“I’ll make sure you get it back, I promise,” he told her, turning to hand the bag of Lauren’s clothes into the parked SUV. Lauren’s gaze followed and then her eyebrows went up and her eyes got wide.
“Oh my god. You got caught by her husband and now you have to get her out of the country!” Lauren hissed conspiratorially but with this expression on her face like she couldn’t wait to tweet the news to her friends.
“Something like that.” He didn’t correct her. That was certainly something that had crossed his mind when he’d first followed that guy that followed Dakota from the pool. “Thanks for this Laur, I owe you one.”
“Yeah, a date with that new James Neal guy. He’s cuuuute!” she gushed and he laughed. He hadn’t really met the guy yet. In fact he hadn’t met him since the last time his fist was connecting to the guy’s face.
“When I get back, I’ll see what I can do,” he promised, though if the guy had half a brain he wouldn’t go anywhere near the owner’s daughter other than to say hello.
“So where are you going?” she asked. Dakota must have disappeared back into the SUV. Lauren was no longer looking over his shoulder and he could hear the Land Rover creaking and moving around which meant she was probably getting dressed.
“I’ll let you know when we get there. Watch your facebook,” he promised and then reached into the bag and pulled out one of his Property of work out t-shirts. He was grateful to have something almost warm to pull over his head. He was beginning to shiver out in the cold.
“Fine, don’t tell me. Whatever. When I get back and get grounded for being out in the middle of the night, I’ll let Mario know that you were sneaking around with....”
“You’re the expert at getting in and out of the house without your dad knowing and if you do tell him I’ll make sure to remember that time that you had Max over to the house when we were all in Vancouver,” he reminded her and she promptly rolled her dark eyes at him.
“Fine, whatever. Good night Sidney,” she sighed and rolled up her window.
He watched until her little car was out of sight before climbing back into the vehicle. Dakota was wearing a pair of those tight black yoga pants and a black t-shirt that was, by the look of it, a size too small. It tugged appealingly across her full breasts. Sid licked his lips and did his best to ignore the signals his body was suddenly sending though it was next to impossible to stop the images filtering through his mind of her body and his linked, of the way it had felt, the way it had made him feel.
“Friend?” Dakota asked quietly, staring straight ahead into the darkness. Sid did his best not to smile. They hardly knew one another, were spending their first night together and she was jealous.
“My landlord’s daughter,” he explained, starting the engine, “and before you ask, no, never.” He watched as a she tried to hide a smile by ducking her head quickly to the side. “Ready?” he asked and she nodded, tugging her seatbelt across her lap.
“Where are we going?” she asked as he heard the click of her belt being fastened into place.
“Whoa...you have your own plane?” Cody stared through the chain link fence at the private jet that was lowering its stairs to the tarmac.
“No, I wish” Sid laughed quietly as he settled Becka into his arms and against his chest. “We’re just renting this.”
“Oh my god...I can’t let you do this,” she hissed, grabbing the back of his shirt and tugging on him. Renting a car was one thing but she couldn’t even fathom what the cost of renting a private jet would cost.
“You can and besides, where else do you think we’re going to get a flight this early in the morning?” he asked, quietly, turning so that Becky’s curls brushed against Cody’s shoulder. “Look with this...with my head thing, everyone’s been telling me to get out of here for a while, go somewhere where I can relax. That’s all we’re doing, getting out of the city. Okay?” The way he looked at her, Cody knew that if he’d had a free hand he would have touched her face. As it was, the expression in his eyes did the same thing and she felt her heart skip a beat as he smiled encouragingly at her.
“How am I supposed to repay that?” she asked as the jet revved up, the roar of its engines waking Becky who whined and pressed her face against Sidney’s chest.
“I’ll think of something,” he grinned suddenly and Cody felt her entire face suffuse with heat. “Coming?” Cody nodded and followed him through the gate. The security nodded at him and when she offered their passports, her hands sweating at the idea of trying to pass for an eighteen year old, the guard merely waved her through.
“I guess if Sidney Crosby says I’m okay...?” she whispered to him as they walked across the tarmac towards the waiting plane.
“There are a few benefits to being me,” he smiled back at her and winked and Cody thought her legs were going to give out beneath her. She would have sworn before that he had had no idea of the affect his body and his classical good looks were having on her. Now she wasn’t so sure.
Cody followed him up the stairs and into the plane and then stopped. She stared at the plush leather seats and the dimmed mood lighting.
“More than a few benefits, damn,” she hissed, to which he chuckled as he placed Becky carefully on one of the seats, making sure both she and Blue were carefully buckled in.
“I guess I’m used to this kind of stuff now. I don’t even think about it,” he said quietly, pressing a brief, light kiss on the top of Becka’s head. “So,” he said, turning to her and reaching for her hand and then guiding her to a sort of bench that looked like a big leather sofa near the back of the plane, “how are you doing?” Cody thought about it as she sank down beside him and allowed him to wrap his arms around her. Laying her head on his chest and curling her legs beneath her she closed her eyes.
“I don’t know. I don’t know what to think. None of this feels real,” she whispered, letting herself melt into his warmth, into how safe his embrace felt.
“At the risk of sounding a bit like a greeting card, I’m gonna go ahead and guess that you’ve been doing more than your fair share of thinking lately, so why don’t you take this opportunity, now that we’re about to go waaaay up in the air where bikers can’t follow on Harleys or in old Novas and just relax,” he whispered into her hair. Cody smiled and nestled further into his body.
“You do realize that when you do stuff like that I have a hard time figuring out if I’m dreaming all this right? I mean you’re not bad to look at, you can rent a private jet by text and I don’t know if you know this but,” she added, opening one eye to look up at him, “you’re kinda hung like a water buffalo. So you can see where I’m having difficulty with this all being real.” He turned crimson and shook his head, making a noise deep in his throat that suggested both discomfort and embarrassment.
“Sir, we’re here.”
Sid didn’t remember falling asleep but he knew that he must have. He blinked up at the co-pilot and nodded and then tried to move but Dakota was like a dead weight across his lap.
“Dakota, honey, wake up” he ran his fingers through her hair and then along her cheek. She wrinkled up her nose, scrunched her eyes shut and made an unhappy noise. He couldn’t help but smile as she tried to curl her body into an even tighter ball, ignoring him so she could go back to sleep. “C’mon, I promise once we get there you can go right back to sleep if you want and I guarantee that it will be a lot more comfortable to sleep in a big bed with pillows and....”
“And you?” she asked in a small, sleepy voice.
“And me,” he whispered, leaning over her and pressing his lips softly against her temple. “Besides there are little eyes,” he added in a whisper as he looked up into Becky’s big, innocent blue eyes. She was standing right in front of them, her thumb in her mouth, her teddy dragging beside her on the floor of the plane. “I think someone wants off the plane.”
“Hey Becks...did you like your plane ride?” Dakota asked sleepily. Becky shook her head, her thumb still firmly planted in her little pink lips. “Okay...then let’s go,” she added, sitting up, stretching and yawning. “Where...where are we anyway?” she asked, turning to face him, still bleary eyed.
“This is...amazing,” she breathed as she stood in front of a floor to ceiling glass wall as they watched the sun come up over the turquoise water of the ocean.
“I’m glad you approve,” he whispered into her hair as he came up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist. “I thought about taking you back to Cole Harbour but then....”
“But then you thought you didn’t want to endanger your family,” she finished his sentence. “You did the right thing,” she added before he even got a chance to say otherwise. He sighed and then pressed his cheek against hers’.
“You’re right, there was that but I also thought of the farthest place we could go and some place we could both relax and I’ve been here a couple of times and there really isn’t anything to do here but chill, sit on the beach and get a sun tan. Plus I thought shortshanks might like to build some sand castles.” Cody leaned back into him and sighed.
“You’re doing it again, being too fucking good to be true,” she mumbled. She heard him sigh and his arms tightened around her ribcage. “You don’t know us. You don’t know what kind of danger you’ve put yourself into by being with us. Don’t get me wrong...I can’t believe how lucky I am...we both are that you haven’t run away screaming. I know I wanted to when I found out about...,” she nodded towards Becks who was sitting at the end of one of the beds, her eyes glued to the television screen in front of her. It turned out that they had Rolie Polie Olie, even in the Bahamas. “I’d understand if you did,” she added, craning her neck to look up into his eyes.
“I’m not a quitter,” he replied and laid a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. “Besides, I’m growing pretty fond of both of you,” he added, kissing his way down her neck to her shoulder. “I guess there’s no chance she’ll zonk out again soon?”
“Doubt it,” Cody sighed, closing her eyes and tipping her head to one side to give him better access. “But I could really use a shower,” she added with a playful grin as she slid his hand up to cup her breast.
“Will she be okay on her own for a few minutes?” he asked and she could feel, against the small of her back, that he liked the idea.
“Don’t get me wrong,” she whispered, spinning around without letting go of his hand, “I wouldn’t normally condone using the TV as a nanny but...it can’t hurt every once in a while, right?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she backed towards the bathroom.
“We do it with Max and Jordan all the time,” he laughed, following her with a big, happy grin on his face.
“Why do I not doubt that even one little bit?” she smiled, and then subconsciously reached up and covered her mouth. It didn’t feel right to smile. She’d shot someone and now she’d dragged possibly the best hockey player in the world, the pride of an entire nation, into the quicksand that was her life.
“What?” he asked, closing the bathroom door behind him and locking it. “Your smile just disappeared,” he added, moving to press his body against hers’ and reaching up to brush his fingertips down her cheek. “I like it a lot better when you’re smiling. You don’t do it often enough.” She leaned her cheek into his hand and looked up at him, her arms going around his waist, her hands sliding up under his shirt to touch his warm skin.
“I put you in danger. If something happens to you….” She shook her head. She couldn’t even bring herself to say it. “They’ll lynch me outside the Hockey Hall of Fame,” she added, her eyes closed. She couldn’t look at him. She knew if she did she’d come apart and the Bahamas, what little she’d seen so far, was too much like heaven to waste time crying over something she couldn’t control.
One minute she’d been radiating relief, a calm happy vibe making her skin glow and putting that happy little smile on her face that he’d only seen, briefly, a few times. The next minute she’d gone quiet, almost as quiet as her niece and he could see her closing in on herself, like the petals on a rose at dusk.
He tipped her lips up and covered her mouth with his own. She didn’t melt into him, not at first. She even resisted a little, keeping her lips pressed firmly together as he used his tongue to suggest she open them. Then he slid both of his hands into her hair and dug his fingers into the thick dark mane and tugged her head back. Her lips fell open and she sighed as he kissed her, as he rolled his tongue over hers’ and used the full length of his body to push hers’ up against the wall. He felt her nails dig into his back, reopening the wounds that were still fresh from the night before. He’d be wearing her marks on the beach tomorrow and he knew he’d wear them with pride.
Sliding his hands free from her hair, he reached for the hem of her t-shirt, grabbing it and pushing it up over the breasts that had been teasing him ever since she’d put Lauren’s shirt on. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he felt her nipples growing hard in his palms and slid his hands around until he was rolling the hard little peaks in his fingers until she was moaning and grinding up against him.
Her hand slid between them and pressed against the front of his jeans. Groaning, he pressed back, eager to have her hand curled around him and even more eager to feel himself inside of her tight, hot entrance.
“I. Want. These. Off!” she growled as she tugged at the top button on his jeans as he bent his head to suckle at her breasts. He felt her tug the zipper down and then he groaned as her hand slid down behind the thick fabric and her fingers curled around his width. It was purely involuntary, a reflex of some kind, but his teeth closed on her nipple and that made her hand squeeze down hard around his dick. They both gasped but neither let go. She grabbed a handful of his hair but didn’t pull up. She held him there and slid her other hand down to cup his balls.
“Damn,” he hissed, letting her nipple slip out of his mouth and lifting his head enough to press his mouth against her neck, tasting her skin while leaning against the wall. It was hold onto the wall or fall down, all the blood having rushed quickly out of his head. “I want you so bad,” he whispered against her skin, kissing his way up against her neck.
“And you think I don’t?” she sighed, grabbing his hand from her breast and guiding it down over her stomach and down the front of the yoga pants. She was hot and wet and she whimpered as he slid his fingers along her dripping folds and up inside of her. “Yessss. Shit yessss,” she gasped, her grip tightening around his balls.
Sid pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit like it was the ‘fire’ button on his PSP and he had Max in his rifle sight. Her whimper became a high pitched cry and she began to try and climb his leg like a horny Jack Russell.
He’d never been one for talking during sex. For the most part, sex was like doing weights, necessary and sweaty but not something that required having a conversation. Now he whispered in her ear all of the things he wanted to do to her. How he wanted to pound her pussy until she screamed, until her pussy was so wet h slipped out and then he wanted to cum on her tits. Sid couldn’t believe the things that were coming out of his mouth. It was like he was channelling Max and yet he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to fuck her. Not make love. Not be sweet or gentle or take his time. He wanted to fuck her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk straight for at least a day.
“Now,” he said hoarsely, using both hands to drag the tight fitting yoga pants that had been driving him crazy down over her hips and then lifting her onto the edge of the sink. She pulled the t-shirt over her head and he tugged the pants the rest of the way off and then pushed his jeans down over his hips and aimed his rock hard cock at her slit. “Oh fuck,” he groaned looking down at his, swollen, angry looking dick and then at the pink, slick and swollen lips of her pussy. “I don’t have anything...I mean we left in such a hurry and I didn’t think to ask the driver to stop at a pharmacy or anything,” he apologized, his dick already retreating at the thought of losing.
“What kind of Four Star resort is this?” she grumbled, using her heel to push open one of the drawers just beneath the sink and reaching towards the other one with her hand. “Mmmm, it’s your lucky day Captain,” she grinned, revealing a row of condoms, a tube of toothpaste and two toothbrushes. “Looks like they knew we were coming, or at least you were,” she giggled. Sid opened his mouth to say something, he wasn’t sure what, but all other thoughts vanished from his brain as she ripped the foil package with her teeth and then used both hands to slide the rubber down over his cock.
He thought, just for a minute that he’d go off right then and there, like the dweeby teenager hiding behind his cool exterior but as her hand guided his cock into her tight entrance, he took a deep breath and recovered control.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” he moaned, screwing himself slowly inside of her. They both watched him disappear, centimetre by centimetre, until his entire length had disappeared into her. He slid out, just as slowly, his cock gleaming with her juices and then used the head of his dick to press on her clit. She cried out and grabbed the edge of the sink like she was afraid of losing her balance. This time his own hand did the work of guiding his cock back into her and then he let go of his hard fought control. “Hold on,” he told her and felt her arms and legs go around him and then, using the edge of the countertop to compensate, he began to fuck her, using short hard strokes that made her gasp and made him blind.
“Do it Sidney, fuck me baby,” she gasped, digging her nails into the back of his neck. If she drew blood he didn’t care, couldn’t feel it. All he could feel was her body pressed to his and her cunt milking his cock. He wasn’t going to last. She was too hot, too tight, too wet. It felt too damn good and he’d been alternatively thinking about and dreaming about when they’d made love last night and he’d almost started to think that it had been a dream.
It hadn’t. It was real and it was so fucking good.
He looked at his own reflection in the mirror, at the small bones of her vertebrae, at the dimples at the small of her back. He watched his face transform into a grimace, saw the beads of sweat break out on his forehead as he tried to hold out. She had to go first. He would not go until she had cum at least once.
“I want to feel you go,” he told the reflection of her back, the swell of her hips, the round of her shoulders. “Let go, cum for me.”
“Sooo close,” she promised, panting in his ear as he slammed into her. He found her mouth with his, kissed her hard. He rolled his tongue around hers and then drew his mouth off of hers to kiss his way down to her collarbone, down to her breast, letting go of the edge of the counter to lift her breast to his mouth. He bit down on her nipple, gently rolled his tongue over the hard little pebble of pink skin and then bit it again. “Ahhhh fuck!!” she cried out, digging her nails into the top of his head just as her pussy clamped down hard around his cock and sucked at it like a mouth.
She was sure of it now, and it scared the shit out of her. She had never, not even one time, felt like this with a boy or a man. Not one, Cody thought as he pressed his damp forehead to hers and panted like he’d just sprinted a hundred yards. His massive chest heaved and his cock was still contracting inside of her as her entire body continued to tremble with aftershocks.
“Wow,” he whispered, letting go of the counter to reach up and touch her face. His fingers travelled softly over her features like he was a blind man trying to read her face. “That was...intense.”
“I guess a little danger is good for the libido,” she suggested with a grin, nipping at his thumb as it travelled slowly over her bottom lip.
“No way...I mean yeah, maybe but...this was...it was something don’t you think?” He was being honest, she could tell by the earnestness of his handsome features but she didn’t quite know what to say. If she said ‘yes’ then she was admitting that her heart was beating like a pair of hippy’s bongos. If she said ‘no’ then she was basically saying that she was only using him for his money and his muscles. She liked his muscles. She ran her fingers along his bicep, felt it flex and jump under her hand and then turned her gaze to meet his.
“You probably shouldn’t say that. In fact you...we probably shouldn’t get...attached at all,” she told him quietly. “If we have to leave...if you’re in danger at all and I have to make that call,” she continued, only to have him cover her mouth with his. He kissed her until she stopped trying to talk. When she stopped trying to speak, he pressed his fingers over her mouth and stood there, smiling at her.
“I’m kind of a gut instinct guy and my gut tells me that you need me, you and Becky both need me and that...that I think I need you too,” he whispered, and then slid his hand from her mouth and replaced his fingertips with his lips in a long, soft kiss.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
The house was old. It creaked and groaned throughout the night. They were sounds that Cody had gotten used to. She knew the difference between the rumble of the fridge and the sound of the fan on the old gas heater unit starting up. She recognized the sigh of slightly sagging floorboards in the hall and the hiss of the toilet filling. She had even trained herself to listen for the sounds of Becky’s footsteps heading down the hall in the middle of the night, the slight ‘shoosh’ of her blanket being pulled behind.
She lay awake now, listening to the rustling sound coming from the living room and knew they weren’t sounds the house made on its own.
Rats? She hoped not. Their naked pink tails grossed her out.
She’d seen a cat once, out by the garbage can and that had got pretty noisy when she’d yelled at the thing, but this noise was coming from inside the house.
Cody slid from beneath Sid’s arm and just as carefully slid a pillow into her place. He snorted in his sleep, made a face and then went back to softly snoring, a contented smile on his peaceful face. She allowed herself a moment to admire the width of his naked back as she pulled his t-shir over her head and then she turned and knelt beside the bed and began to turn the dial on the lock on the front of the gun safe.
The door swung open at the end of the third turn and Cody reached for the gun with one hand and the ammo clip with the other. She was just sliding the clip home when she heard the sound of heavy boots walking down the hall.
“I don’t fucking think so,” she hissed under her breath as she got to her feet and turned, settling the gun in both of her hands, her arms held straight out in front of her just like Agent Keith had shown her, pointing it directly at the doorway. He was big, a fucking giant that had to duck as he walked into the room. A naked razorblade swung from one ear, a golden hoop from the other. His head was shorn and his bald dome caught the moonlight as he faced her. So did his dark beady eyes, and the gold front tooth. “Fuck, you’re a fucking caricature,” she laughed, surprised at how calm she felt. Her hands didn’t shake. Her palms didn’t get clammy.
She surveyed the sleeves of tattoos that covered both of his arms, trying to memorize as many of the works of ‘art’ as she could so that if she had to, if she didn’t put a big fucking hole right between his eyes, she’d be able to identify him later.
“Like what ya see sweet cheeks?” the man growled, a hunting knife appearing in one of his hands. There was a word spelled across his knuckles. She thought it said KILL but she wasn’t sure.
“I just had no idea they piled shit so high,” she grinned back at him, pulling back the safety.
“I gots a message fo ya,” the Neanderthal grinned right back at her. “You needs to keep yo mouth shut or I kills the kid.” Cody shook her head. It was kind of insulting to have some goon who’d obviously not made it out of the third grade trying to make her quake in her fuzzy slippers.
Sid woke to see Kate standing on one side of the bed wearing his t-shirt, one eye squeezed shut and a determined set to her jaw. She was holding a gun. He was about to ask what kind of weird, kinky sex game she was into when he heard heavy breathing and rolled over to see what looked like something off of Outlaw Bikers standing in the doorway.
No, that wasn’t right. The guy was filling the doorway. If there had been any light he’d have blocked it out. As it was, Sid could make out a barbed wire design tattooed on the side of the guy’s chrome dome and a gold tooth when he grinned. The only guy he knew that was as imposing and as fucking scary as this guy was Ranger’s resident boogeyman Boogaard and Derek Boogaard had nothing on this guy.
“Like what ya see sweet cheeks?” The guy grinned and licked his lips as he leered at Kate’s bare legs. Sid was swinging out of the bed, putting his feet on the floor when he heard Kate laugh behind him.
“I just had no idea they piled shit so high,” he heard her say and then he heard the click of the safety being taken off and then he decided not to stand in the way. He felt like a fucking coward but he rolled onto the floor and tried to wriggle under the bed.
He could see the headlines now; ‘Star Player Dies in Gangland Murder’. This was why he didn’t date. Even the seemingly ‘normal’ ones turned out to be stalkers or worse...
“I got a message fo ya. You needs to keep yo mouth shut or I kills the kid.” Clenching his hands into fists, Sid cursed how useless he felt. Whatever kind of psychos Katie had dated before him, that kid down the hall did not deserve to die in some kind of deranged murder suicide.
She was calling the big tatted up biker names, even though Sid was silently pleading with her to just placate the big grease monkey while he tried to think of how he could get by the guy, get down the hall and get Reba out of the house and into his vehicle and get the hell out of here. ‘If the kid wasn’t already terrorized she will be by some big naked guy grabbing her’, he reminded himself and started to reach for his jeans.
That’s when all hell broke loose.
He couldn’t believe how loud the shot sounded in that small room. He wasn’t even sure, at first, if that’s what the sound was, but then he saw blood erupting from the guy’s leg and he didn’t need much more evidence than that. The guy dropped the knife to grab his leg and Sid launched himself across the floor to grab it.
‘And what are you going to do with it now genius?’ he asked himself and then turned around to see Kate staring at him, wide eyed, the kind of shock on her face that he’d seen on guys when they get really hurt out on the ice. She was white and he could see her pulse racing in her neck. The gun was hanging from her hand like she was going to drop it.
Part of him was relieved that she wasn’t as tough as she had sounded. Part of him wanted to yell at her to suck it up because after all, the guy wasn’t dead, just writhing around on the floor cursing and making all kinds of promises about what he was going to do to them when he got up.
“C’mon!” he yelled at her and grabbed his jeans with the hand that wasn’t still holding the double edged hunting knife. Kate blinked and then climbed across the bed to where he was jumping into his jeans. Not bothering to zip them up, Sid held his hand out to her and felt her palm slide over his, warm and somehow reassuring, and then they both hurdled the guy as best they could and rand down the hall.
Reba was sitting in the middle of her bed, clutching that cheap blue teddy bear, wide eyed and eerily silent. He’d expected her to be crying or screaming but, as he scooped her off of the bed, she was like a china doll, so still she didn’t even reach to put her arms around his neck like she’d done all those times before. She just continued to cling to the damn bear and didn’t make a single sound.
There hadn’t been time to even take Beck’s booster seat out of the Volvo so Cody held her on her lap as Sid gunned the engine and sent the SUV careening down the dark side streets and out of the sleepy neighbourhood. She could hear the wail of sirens not far behind them. She was glad they hadn’t stayed to try and explain to the local constabulary why there was blood all over the floor. She was sure that no matter how badly she’d winged the goon, he wouldn’t be there when the cops pulled into the driveway.
She didn’t even have her phone, couldn’t call her so called protectors. Not that they’d done much to protect them. She’d been glad, as she drifted off to sleep in Sidney’s arms that they bumbling agents hadn’t come back and walked in on them. Now she wasn’t sure if she was glad they hadn’t moved them to some other house, some other city. In fact, as she pressed her lips to Becka’s temple and whispered that everything was going to be okay, she thought they were better off on their own.
“Are you going to tell me what the f...what happened back there?” Sid asked finally as he merged onto the freeway. The midnight traffic was sparse but she felt better to have all the other cars around them.
“I was going to tell you,” she began, glancing over at him, at his smooth bare chest so pale in the reflected light of the oncoming headlights, his muscular arms tensed, his hands gripping the steering wheel hard enough she wondered how it hadn’t crumbled into dust. “I should have told you but...,” she turned away and stared out the passenger side window.
“I don’t care who you dated before Kate but if you’ve got a protection order against some violent ex con don’t you think you could have given me a heads up?” he snapped back at her. Cody smiled. If only it was that easy.
“My name’s not Kate,” she replied quietly. “It’s Cody...Dakota James and this is Rebecca, but I always call her Becka don’t I pumpkin?” she cradled her niece’s head against her shoulder and stroked her fingers through her soft blonde hair. “And we’re in the witness protection program.” She expected the silence. It didn’t bother her when he continued to stare straight ahead, his teeth worrying at the corner of his lip as he digested what she’d said. It felt good to finally say it, to tell someone the truth. “I wanted to tell you, before,” she continued after several minutes of silence, “should have told you....before...you know,” she added, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she felt the tender ache between her legs. She glanced over at him. He was still chewing on his lip and staring at the traffic in front of him. They had slowed down though. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t tell you before and no matter what you think right now, I really didn’t want to drag you into this.”
“Did you do something...are you some kind of...have you been in trouble?” he asked, glancing over at her, at them both, his copper and gold eyes coming to rest on the top of Becka’s head before he turned his attention back to the road.
“No,” she answered quickly and then put her hands gently over Becka’s ears. “She watched her mother, my sister, and her boyfriend get murdered. We’re hiding...I guess not very well.” She waited then and watched while he mulled over her answer. He didn’t have to believe her and she had no evidence to prove that what she was telling was the truth. He could pull over any minute and leave them both by the side of the road. She just hoped that she was right in how she felt about him, that he wasn’t the kind of guy to do something like that.
“So when that guy said he had a message...,” Sid’s voice trailed off as he turned to look at her. “Someone worse than that knows where you are.” Cody nodded and then so did he. “Then I guess I’d better get both of you somewhere safe.”