Chapter Thirteen.
Dynamo
Damn it, I’d led McKay right to Mike’s door and the children.
Stupidly, I’d put Raven and Robin in danger.
Now I had to fix this mess. McKay needed tracking down and his miserable life ending.
The man was lower than scum, and his type of sickness couldn’t be allowed to stain this earth anymore.
Boots stomped, and I spun, plastering myself to the wall.
Sweat beaded on my forehead, and my hand raised in defence.
Shit, I hated people coming up behind me without warning.
“Hey!” Mike held his hands up as he and Jude stared, concerned. “Babe, it’s me.”
I drew in a few staggered breaths before nodding. “Sorry. Somebody approaching from…” I broke off, unwilling to admit weakness.
“Not a problem,” Jude said. “Should have realised that.”
“Why should you?” I burst out. “Christ, walking up behind someone is normal!”
“Loads don’t like having a stranger behind them. That’s fine, and PTSD is a bitch.”
Taken aback, I paused, forgetting whatever I was about to say and stared at Jude. “What?”
Jude frowned. “Dynamo, you’ve got PTSD.”
“No.”
“Trust me, Dynamo, you’ve got classic symptoms.”
With a thump, I slid down the wall, sitting on my ass as my mind raced. Nobody had labelled what I’d felt before, and this surprised me. I wracked my brain to figure out what I knew about PTSD, and enlightenment dawned.
“Shit, I never realised.”
“Those suffering don’t. PTSD just quietly spirals out of control,” Mike said, nodding.
“Damn, I thought…”
“No,” Mike stated firmly. “Dynamo, I’ve treated you carefully because you’re a rape survivor, but also because you’re dealing with PTSD. Babe, you came through a personal war and survived. But that left damage—something we’ve all got.” Mike motioned between him and Jude.
“Mike, I need treatment.”
“Yup. And that might make life easier to live,” Jude agreed. “Now, why are you running away?”
“Because I’ve brought harm to Mike’s door, I’m going to take care of McKay.” I pushed myself up, brushing my ass and legs down.
“By yourself? Why? You’ve got an entire MC and ACI at your command. Nobody fights alone,” Mike asked.
“But Raven and Robin are in trouble because of me,” I insisted, and Mike laughed.
“No. They’re in danger because of McKay.
Even if ACI weren’t involved, McKay would strike at me because of you.
Dynamo, assholes see me as the weak link because I’ve family.
Those who thought that are wrong, because I’m the strongest fuckin’ guy we have.
I won’t break, won’t quit, and I never let an enemy walk away because of those girls,” Mike stated.
Damn, I envied Raven and Robin for a moment. Imagine having that type of adoration aimed at you, and then I shook my head. Actually, I could; my brothers and sisters offered that love, but I’d been too wrapped up to accept.
“Let’s go see what Caleb has tracked down,” Jude said, and Mike carefully took my hand.
I hated that he had to be so careful. Now I understood I had a condition, an illness; I swore to get treatment.
This whole time I’d thought it had been a personality change.
PTSD didn’t make me weak at all; no, that meant I’d survived.
“Anything?” Jude asked as we re-entered the command room.
“McKay’s a ghost. Since the RBMC,” Caleb pointed at me, “blew up the Screaming Barons’ clubhouse, the SBMC went underground. Facial recognition is running on those we know are alive. I reckon they’re local, but Maine is a big place, plenty of places to hide.”
“Look around the Waterville area. That’s where they liked to hang out,” I suggested.
Caleb nodded and started tapping on his computer. Mike glanced at me and then at Jude.
“We need to hack into state cameras,” Mike said.
“Permission granted,” Jude ordered. “Dynamo, would you like a coffee?”
“Yeah, please.” I sat next to Mike as he opened a laptop and began typing. Within minutes, Mike was inside the police road cameras, running facial recognition.
“Won’t they know you’ve jacked in?”
“Nope.” Mike looked supremely confident. “They won’t even realise they’ve been hacked.”
“You’re good,” I said after a few moments.
Mike and Caleb exchanged a glance, and I felt I was missing something.
“There’s a reason I work for ACI, though I rarely go out on missions. Dynamo, I’m a hacker. Caleb ranks top ten, Cipher is second to third…” Mike looked awkward. “But I’m first—my handle is Nobody.”
Stunned, I stared at Mike, taking in his expression and the way he was coming across defensive, then the name clicked.
“God, Cipher is going to freak. He’s been trying to learn your identity for years,” I exclaimed, amused.
“You can’t let Cipher or anyone know. It’s too dangerous for my real name to be out there. Too many countries want me. If an enemy of our country took the girls, I’d do exactly what they wanted.”
“Why tell me?” I asked, confused.
“Because you’re my woman, and there shouldn’t be secrets between us.”
Holy crap. Mike knew how to shove past the bullshit and get to the good stuff.
I was his woman, and that made me feel warm and fuzzy.
I fell silent and watched him work. There was something sexy about how Mike was banged away.
Talk about confidence. Finally, he sat back and shoved the laptop at Caleb.
“Programmes are running. Caleb, I’ve accessed all state cameras. As soon as one of those fucks comes out of hiding, we’ll have them,” Mike said.
He stood up and held out his hand. I took it without hesitation; how about that for progress? Mike nodded at Jude as we left and headed towards the stairs.
“Babe, I need to check Raven and Robin,” he muttered.
Robin was spreadeagled on her back, and I smiled. Even in sleep, Robin refused to conform. Raven was curled in a ball with one leg hitched over the duvet.
“Come on,” Mike murmured, leading me into the room next door. It was plain: a bed, closet, table, and chair.
“Whose is this?”
“Mine. I’ve got a few sets of clothes here, and that’s about it. This is a fallback as I rent the house.”
Maybe I should have been on edge, uncomfortable, but I wasn’t. I sat on the bed and glanced at Mike. He took the chair opposite.
“Sorry, this isn’t what I planned.”
“Shit happens, Mike.”
“Babe, I want to kiss you,” he announced completely out of the blue.
Mike
“What?”
“Dynamo, walk over here and kiss me.”
She was going to refuse, not because I wanted to kiss her, but because I’d given an order. Dynamo was contrary and wouldn’t appreciate that, which is why I’d said it.
“You come here,” Dynamo retorted with clear hesitation.
Unhurriedly, I walked over to where she sat. Making myself smaller, I crouched down and slid my hands onto her thighs. “Is that okay?”
“Yes,” Dynamo replied in a strangled tone.
I leaned forward slowly and brushed my lips against hers.
Dynamo stared with wonder as she touched her lips; she’d not flinched away.
She reached for me and kissed me back. Desire flared between us as my cock demanded attention, and I forced control.
Losing that now would scare her. Dynamo controlled the kiss while I kept my hands on her thighs.
Christ, that was one of the most difficult things I’d ever done.
“Mike, I can’t do this,” she murmured and pulled away. Desire had fled to be replaced by fear, and I realised my cock was brushing against her leg.
“Okay,” I said, backing off instantly. Dynamo swallowed hard, and I knew she was wrestling to control the urge to scream.
“Damn it, this is impossible,” Dynamo moaned with shame.
“Do you touch yourself?” I murmured, almost groaning, at that image.
“Lately, yes, but I can’t come.”
“Want to see how sex can happen between us?”
Dynamo cocked her head.
“Mike, I can’t be touched; even my own fingers trigger me.”
Confident in what I was about to do, I grinned and walked to the opposite wall. “Watch, Dynamo, and don’t panic. I swear to stay here.”
I unbuttoned my jeans slowly and slid them down, watching for any signs of hysteria. Dynamo’s eyes widened when she saw my hard-on, but she didn’t freak out. Her breathing got faster, and I knew Dynamo was scared but was desperately hanging onto staying calm.
I pulled my boxers down and held my cock.
“Dynamo, look how hard I am for you,” I murmured as I began stroking myself.
Just Dynamo watching had my balls drawn tight.
Fuck, I might not last as long, which would be embarrassing.
I moved my hand up and down, watching carefully as she gazed, horrified and spellbound.
She licked her lips and focused solely on what my hand was doing.
“Take your jeans off. Lie down on the bed and spread your legs. Let me see how beautiful you are when you touch yourself,” I urged.
Dynamo completely froze. Panic warred with terror. I didn’t move, just kept steadily jerking off. Dynamo moved to the headboard and curled her legs under her. Okay, I wasn’t going to push.
She licked her lips again, and I groaned and reached for a small towel on the chair. “I’m gonna cum for you, babe.”
I imagined her mouth sucking my cock and her hair coating my stomach. My thighs trembled, and my balls tightened almost painfully, and I shot my load into the towel. My release echoed around the bedroom as I called her name and closed my eyes in bliss.
Greedy eyes watched me as I jerked off to her.
I felt her. She was with me, and when I was spent, I opened them and found she’d removed her jeans and panties.
Dynamo stared like a lioness ready to claw me to death.
I dared not move as slender fingers slid between her legs.
I wouldn’t give Dynamo orders; this was a massive step.
But Christ, I wanted to see that juicy pussy.
I bet it was pink, plump, and perfect. As desperate as I was, patience was the name of the game.
Desire flooded my veins again, and I began moving my hand.