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Thursday, March 31, 2011

Chapter 10

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 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.

“You'll see.” 

“ 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.

“You think too much. Close your eyes and when you wake up, everything will be different,” he promised and she was too worn out and exhausted to argue.


“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.

“Dakota, Becky, I’d like to welcome you to the Bahamas.”

“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 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.

“I could have walked out. I could have left you there with that…guy.” She felt his thumb slowly and softly running along her cheek and thought how good it felt, how safe she felt right here, with him. “I’m not the running out kind of guy Dakota. You don’t even have to tell me everything that’s going on, if you can’t or…even if you don’t want to but…I’m here and I’m not going anywhere, unless you tell me to.” 

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.

“Oh...holy...fucking...shit!” he groaned as his balls tightened and then let go in one long explosion that made his knees weak and sent spots spinning around his head. 

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 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.


  1. Thanks for the update!!!

    Can I find my Sidney. He is amazing and hope all this bad stuff goes away! And that was some hot sex! Great update!

  2. ok that was uber hot!!! *fans self* Really good. this story has to be tied for my favorite story by you. I hope it stays good!

  3. Breathe... deep breath...woah..This story once again has me at the edge of my seat as you mix this mystery story line in with the life of our hockey hero.
    Can't wait until they get to the beach with Becky and what unfolds there. Hope Sid pours on the romance now in between keeping her safe!

  4. whoa! there was so much here to like: the intrigue with Lauren and her secrets, Cody being jealous, the escape to the Bahamas, the hot sex and the reference with leaving Max and Jordy in front of the TV! :)

  5. My heart started BEATING as soon as I saw that there had been an update to this story. And then...well...YUHMMMM!!! They need each other, even though he's a superstar. DAYYUM, I want to be Cody ;-) super exciting story!