by K. J. Dahlen
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Cricket felt her explosion while gripping his cock, tightening her hold on him, then she experienced nothing but pleasure as she let go. When she felt his release, it was like a bolt of lightning zinging down her spine.
She collapsed on his chest and his arms held her to him. Both had to pause a moment to catch their breath. Cricket could feel his sweat against her cheek and she had to smile. This had been her choice and she loved the fact that he let her make it. She wanted to feel him all the way, skin to skin, even if it was only this once. She refused regret what she had done.
Closing her eyes briefly, she leaned up and caught his gaze. Getting up all the way, she still straddled him and they were still connected when she laid her fingers over his mouth. Staring into his eyes she whispered, “I know you’re pissed but this is what I wanted. All my life I never had a choice in what I did. Decisions were made for me by everyone but me. First, my parents, then my sister. For this one time, I wanted to feel you, all of you, just you inside me. Please don’t be mad, this was my choice. I know I didn’t give you the same choice and I’m sorry about that.”
Raine lifted his fingers and covered her mouth. Then he reached around the back of her neck and brought her down on top of him. He flipped her over and crushed his lips down on hers. When her mouth opened to receive him, he thrust his tongue deep inside her, mimicking the actions they had just done.
Cricket felt her body respond, she also felt his body harden inside her. Her legs curled around his hips as she crossed her feet at the ankles while his thrusts began to lengthen.
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Raine felt his cock harden again, as his thrusts began to go deeper. His cock went from soft to hard in almost a heartbeat. His tongue began to fuck her mouth in the same way his cock fucked her hot core. Moments later, he couldn’t even think as his body began to tighten again.
Deeper and harder he plunged inside her with every stroke. He ground his pelvis into hers each time. His lips kissed her sweet throat and he could feel the vibrations each time she groaned with her own pleasure. His arms were planted on of each side of her head to hold his weight off her body, so as not to crush her and each time, his went into her, his arms bulged with the strain.
Sweat began to bead on his head as he neared the finish line. He felt her body racing there as well. When she began to tighten her hold on him, Raine felt his body responding. His balls were high and tight and when his release came, it almost surprised him.
He felt her grip on his cock tighten almost to the point of pain and he let go. They both exploded together into a mind numbing chaos of sensations. Raine laid his forehead down on hers and for a moment, he couldn’t move.
Then he disengaged and slid down beside her. Cricket moaned against his movement but didn’t stop him.
Raine gathered her close to him. Then he closed his eyes and allowed his body to relax.
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An hour later, Cricket glanced over at the window and noted the sun wasn’t up yet. She knew it wasn’t quite dawn but the new day wouldn’t be long in coming. Remembering her mother’s words from the night before, she knew what she had to do.
At least she had a place to start looking. She had to go to Lake Placid. Whatever her parents had taken from Bane would most likely be there. She turned to her lover. When she found his eyes closed, she almost didn’t want to disturb him. She had no right to bring him into her problems. Sighing deeply, she made to move away when she felt his arms tighten, not letting her go.
Looking back, she found his eyes open and staring back at her.
“I’m not letting you go,” he whispered.
Cricket shook her head. “But I have to go.”
“Where?”
“I have to go home.” She paused then added, “I have to go to Lake Placid.”
Raine cocked his head to one side. “Why? What’s in Lake Placid?”
“I think whatever they took from him is hidden there.”
“What makes you think that it’s there?” Raine asked. “It could be anywhere.”
Cricket nodded. “I know but last night I remembered something my mother once told me.”
“And what was that?” he wanted to know.
“One night a couple of days before she died, she came to my bed and held me in her arms. I remember being almost asleep when she began whispering things in my ear. I wanted to wake up, so I could understand what she was saying but she began stroking her fingers along my forehead. That was a little trick she found when I was a baby. That action put me into a deeper sleep. I didn’t remember what happened next until last night. Maybe it was the stress of what happened yesterday or maybe, just the fact that Bane found me but I remembered every word she told me that night. She was telling me why she left Bane, why she chose to run away and have a life with my father. She told me everything. Some of it she knew I wouldn’t understand because I was still a child but last night, I finally understood her words.” She paused and swallowed hard. “Bane was a bastard to her. She told me he never loved her, he barely desired her. She told me he saw her when he was in Chicago and instead of asking her to come home with him, he just took her.”
Raine held her close and just listened.
“She told me because she wanted me to understand why she did what she did. She said Bane was never gentle he enjoyed playing rough. She had thought about ending it all, then she met my father. Orrin was as different from Bane as night and day. They both knew they should stay away from each other but in the end, it didn’t matter. They couldn’t help themselves. Mom said she ran away once, just before she met Dad. She was able to hide from Bane for ten months but he found her and he brought her back. After that, he didn’t seem to care anymore. Then she met my dad and they fell in love.” Cricket laid her head down on his chest for a moment then looked at him again. “Then Bane caught them together and he flipped out in a full rage. He beat the hell out of Orrin and he treated Mom very badly. That’s when Orrin made the decision to leave and take her with him. They escaped but before they did, Orrin stole something Bane treasured.”
Raine tightened his hold on her when she mentioned this part.
“For a long time, Bane couldn’t find them. They moved time and time again, never spending too much time in one place. They had Cordy then a couple of years later, they had me. You know Cordy wasn’t Orrin’s child. She was Bane’s daughter. The last time they were together was just before Orrin and Mom escaped. Bane raped my mother. He was in a rage when he caught her and Orrin together. He damn near killed both of them. I know this part now, because she told us just before she died.”
“So what makes you think what they took is at Lake Placid?” he asked again.
Cricket shrugged. “I don’t know that it is but I’m sure they would have taken whatever they took with them wherever they went. Lake Placid was the last place we lived as a family. It has to be there. My mom died there.”
“What time do you want to go?”
“Now, I want to go now. The sooner we get there and find the damn thing, the faster we get Bane off our backs.”
Raine sighed deep and threw the covers off him. “Let’s shower first.” Sitting up, he reached for his clothes and got dressed. “Should we tell someone where we’re going? Deke is going to freak if we’re just gone when he gets here. He won’t know where we are or if we’re coming back. He might think we took off, leaving the club to Bane’s revenge.”
Cricket shook her head. “There isn’t any time. Let’s just go, so we can get back. We can explain to Deke then.”
After washing up, they were ready to go.
As the dawn broke across the eastern sky, Raine threw his leg over his bike and started the engine. When Cricket was settled behind him, he pushed the bike toward the gate and roared off toward the highway.
CHAPTER SIX
Early the next morning, Clancy Marshak, otherwise known to his MC as Calico sat at the small table staring at the girl sleeping on the sofa in
front of him. Her sleep was a restless one. He’d been here for a few hours already and he could see she was in a lot of pain.
He still couldn’t believe she was here. He hadn’t seen her since she was a little girl. He stared at her face. She looked a lot like her mother. Jolene was a beautiful woman, but he could see signs of his own mother in her face. Her hair however, was all his.
All the shades of gold to brown blended together. On him, it was crazy coloring, hence his club name Calico, but on her it was truly beautiful. She wore it long and the natural curl gave her hair a bouncy look his lacked. It looked soft and shiny and seemed to suit her well.
Shaking his head, he continued to stare at her. When he left Rochester all those years ago, he feared he would never see her again. He hadn’t wanted to leave Jolene and his child behind but back then, he didn’t have a choice. Then he heard Jolene had settled down with a new man and a new life. So then, he no longer had the right to come back. He’d left it too long.
Now his daughter was here and she needed his help. Sam told him when he arrived that she didn’t want him here and she didn’t need his help but that didn’t matter. He was here and he was going to help her. For once in her life, she was going to know her father. His fingers fisted when he saw the bruise on her jaw. He’d been told she hit the steering wheel when some bastard forced her into a ditch along the side of the road. Calico’s lips tightened.
Sam told him the story when he got here hours ago. This Micah Johnston sounded like a bad dude. Sounded like…Calico couldn’t wait to meet the man and show him what bad really was. He turned his head and gazed at the faces of the six men he brought with him. They were all good men, men he could count on when things went south. They’d been at the bar with him when Sam called. When he got up to leave, so did they.
They’d all seen the picture on the phone of his kid having her ribs strapped up. When they found out she’d been run of the road on purpose, he hadn’t had to ask them to ride with him, they just followed him.
That was the best thing about an MC, you had brothers ready and willing to protect you and yours. Knowing they would stand with you when you needed them, same as you would stand with them.
Calico saw the young boy set down a cup of coffee in front of him. Sam said his name was Jordan. He could see Jolene in this kid too. When he sat down across the table, he stared at the boy. He could see the mistrust in his eyes.
“So you’re Sawyer’s dad, the one they call Calico?” Jordan asked.
Calico nodded.
“Why are you here?” Jordan demanded.
“She’s my kid and she’s in trouble.” Calico shrugged.
“Where have you been all her life?” the boy sneered. “We could have used you a long time ago. Why show up now?”
Calico narrowed his eyes and continued to stare at the boy. “Your mother sent me away and asked that I stay away or I would have been there.”
The boy shook his head. “You’re a damn fool.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Calico demanded. “Your mother told me to leave.”
“Of course she did, asshole,” Sawyer grumbled from the couch. Her eyes were still closed and she winced in pain as she tried to breathe.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Calico ranted. “I don’t stay where I’m not wanted. What the hell do you know about it anyway?”
Sawyer opened her eyes and stared at the man who her mother had loved for so many years. The man who donated his essence to create her. The same man who abandoned them three years later. “It doesn’t matter now.” She struggled to sit up. When she sat up, she took a moment to settle her pain. Then she opened her eyes and glared at him sitting at the table with her brother. “What are you doing here anyway?”
“When Sam sent me a photo of your injuries what the hell did you expect me to do?” He growled. “I came to help you find the bastard that did this. He needs to be taught a lesson and I need to be there when he learns.”
“Why?” she asked. “You left me and mom a long time ago.”
“What happened back then was between me and your mom. It didn’t mean I didn’t love you. You’re my kid,” Calico stated. “I want to know what this is all about.” He motioned toward her. “What does this bastard want with you?”
Sawyer sneered. “What every man wants with a woman. He wants in my pants and I told him no.” She shrugged. “He didn’t take the rejection very well.”
“How long has this been going on?” Calico frowned.
“Four months,” Sawyer hatefully replied. “He’s put us through hell for four very long months.” Then she closed her eyes and laid her head on the back of the sofa. “He cost us so much already and he isn’t finished yet. He took great pains to make our lives miserable. He and his men beat our mother so bad, she died a few days later from her injuries.”
Calico’s lips thinned as his scowl deepened. “What’s the bastard’s name?” He knew the prick’s name but he needed them to confirm it.
“Micah Johnston,” Jordan spat. “He and his boys are looking for us right now.”
Calico stared at the boy. “How many boys does he have?”
“There are always five,” Jordan told him. “They do all his dirty work, so his hands don’t get bloody. And they enjoy it a tad too much.”
“Which one beat hell out of your mother?”
“That would be Gunner.” Sawyer’s eyes began to tear. “Homer and Richy held us while Gunner hit her over and over again.”
Calico cocked his head to one side. “The bastard made you watch?” he asked softly.
Sawyer nodded as her mind went back to the night in question. “He found us having supper. He and his men broke in and Micah demanded that I come away with him. When I said no, Gunner grabbed my mother. Homer grabbed me and Richy grabbed Jordan. They held us so tight, we couldn’t move. I heard Mom crying but Micah wouldn’t let me look anywhere but at him.”
Calico waited for her to continue and when she didn’t, he urged her, “Go on.”
Sawyer closed her eyes against the pain of this memory. “When he asked me the first time and I said no, Gunner hit Mom in the stomach. The hit was so hard it took her breath away. When Micah asked again and I said no, Gunner threw her to the floor and began kicking her.” She raised her eyes to him. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “He was wearing steel toed boots and he was more than happy to share that news. Jordan was struggling with Richy until Richy hit him and knocked him out. I couldn’t move. Homer was holding me so tight, he almost broke my arm. When Micah asked me a third time I couldn’t answer him, all I could do was shake my head. Gunner gave Mom one last kick. He kicked her in the head and laughed when her skin split open and she bled all over the floor.”
“What happened then?” Calico asked as his body filled with rage.
“He leaned toward me and ground his mouth over mine. When he finished, he slapped my cheeks and told me the next time he asked, I better have another answer for him or he was going to shoot Jordan and his blood would be on my hands as well.”
“We got Mom to the hospital but the damage was already done,” Jordan added. “She died of a slow bleed in her brain. When Gunner kicked her in the head, one of the small vessels in her brain ruptured. She bled to death, but it took her three days to die.”
“We couldn’t even bury h-her,” Sawyer whispered brokenly. “We had to leave town before he knew she was dead. That was a month ago and we’ve been running ever since.”
Calico could hardly breathe. For Jolene to end up like that? His heart was broken all over again. “And last night?”
“Last night, we barely saw him coming.” Jordan sighed. “I was sleeping in the passenger seat when I heard Sawyer scream and the next thing I knew, we were in the ditch. We flipped the truck three times and when we finally stopped, we could barely move. I got her out of the truck and we ran. We ran as far as we could and then I found the Morgan place. We had to break in but Sawyer couldn’t go any farther.”
Calico turned to his daughter and asked, “Did you see him?”
Sawyer nodded. “Yeah, I saw the bastard. He gave me the finger just before he hit the truck. Then I heard his laugh as we went into the ditch. It was Micah.”
“What a bastard.” Jordan growled.
“No he isn’t a bastard, he’s a dead man walking…for now,” Calico vowed. “But he won’t be walking long. As soon as we find him, he’s just gonna be dead.”
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By the time Cricket and Raine got to Lake Placid, the sun was up high enough in the sky to warm the day.
The bike pulled up to the cabin.
When Cricket got off, she made her way to the front door. She pushed the door open and walked inside. Memories assaulted her at every turn. Memories she didn’t even know she would have.
She stood in the middle of the living room. Everything around her held a memory of her childhood. Most were good ones.
“So okay,” Raine finally spoke. “What are we looking for?”
She turned to look at him. “Frankly, I have no idea.”
Raine frowned. “Then how the hell are we going to find it?”
“I have no clue.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “All my mom told me was that it was here.
“Did she happen to mention what it was we should be looking for?”
“I think it—well its like a cup?” She shook her. “No, not a cup.” Then she remembered. “Yes! She said was that it was a jar of some kind.”
Looking frustrated, Raine ran his fingers through his hair as he gazed around. “Okay, let’s get started.”
“Started where?” Cricket threw her hands up in the air. “How the hell do we find something we don’t know anything about? It could be here or anywhere.”
