Gypsy's Sin [Wind Riders MC]

Chapter Four

Their next session, though less urgent, was just as satisfying for Cynthia. Gypsy seemed to be pleased as well. Then they talked until well past mid-night and decided to take a ride up to Oceanside together. Tomorrow was Saturday. She could bring her travel laptop and get some work done at the beach hut Gypsy suggested renting.

"I got enough for that," he nodded, while she looked up at him from his chest, which she simply couldn't get enough of. The man was nicely muscled. Not like James, who looked sculpted, but more like a natural formation of raw power and tectonic energy. After experiencing the thrill and power of those muscles, twice, she really wanted to know more about them. For the first time in her life she had a glimpse into what men got out of looking at and fondling breasts because she was seriously into looking and fondling his chest for the whole evening.

"I've got money," she suggested, "I can go half."

"Never said you didn't or couldn't. Is it going to be an issue?"

"An issue? You mean will I get to feeling like you don't see me as an equal if I don't pay my own way? I hope you never see me as an equal then, and always pay my way," she smiled, but then lifting up and looking him in the eye she said, "Not treating me with respect, though, that's a whole different thing. I'll leave you hanging if you start treating me like a second-class citizen, or tell me to service your bros, or any other childish fantasy crap. Is that going to be an issue?"

"No Cyn," he said without hesitation. "That will never be an issue. I'm sure we'll find plenty of things to have down-and-dirty battles over, and I even look forward to them with the preview you gave me today, but that, that will never be one of them."

She stretched up and kissed his lips, "Then you can pay all you want. Just let me know if I can help out to make it easier because all I really care about is spending some time with you."

She woke him up in the morning and sucked him off before getting coffee started. He staggered out into the living room after her, "So, with game time over, I can get dressed now?"

"Thought we'd take a shower together first. My shower is definitely large enough. It was built for handicap use. In fact this whole house was redone for handicap use. That's why the doorways are so wide and there are hand rails around the place."

He eyed the stove, "And all the knobs are across the front, so you aren't reaching over flames from your wheelchair."

She looked at the stove, never putting that together before, but nodded her head, "It's a brand new stove. I'll bet that's the reason."

They showered then dressed for riding. He said their first stop was his place for fresh socks and she nodded with a grin.

The trail down to his place from the main road, was merely a break in the barb-wire fence line, and then a dirt track down to a small stand of trees, about two-hundred feet and up to the porch of a white house with blue trim and a red shingled roof. It was cute, nearly as cute as hers. Nearly. It did have a great porch that was three steps up from the ground, which had a screen door and was sealed up with light insect netting all the way around. There was a chair sitting out there, a comfortable cloth stuffed rocker, which looked like got used daily.

"Want a line of coke?" he asked as he went through the front door and headed for his bedroom.

She followed as far as the living area, which was definitely all male. Rural country all-male no less. Shot-guns were racked up on the wall. The head of a coyote and the skin of one tacked up as well. Stained and varnished wood slates covered the walls of the living room with white paint everywhere else.

"Wouldn't turn one down," she said.

"Do you prefer crystal?" he asked.

"No, coke is good. Not fond of the come-down on crystal and it makes me horny as hell. So unless you would enjoy watching me masturbate like a monkey for several hours at a time, I'll take the coke."

He came back down the hallway, "Wow, that's a tough one. Do you make chimp sounds, and the whole bit?"

She tossed one of the loose couch pillows at him, "No, and it's not pretty."

"Ah, well then we'll go with coke and get out of here. We should probably get some things to eat and drink in Lakeside. Fruit and stuff? At the Farmer's Market?"

"Sounds good," she nodded.

At Lakeside they shopped at the Farmer's Market area, picking out things to snack on in their beach cottage. Gypsy seemed distracted, and she tried to find what was annoying him, but didn't spot anything unusual around.

"You alright?" she asked. "The low growling noise your eyebrows are making is a little distracting."

He gave her a quirky smile, "Interesting description."

"I make a living reading interesting descriptions. Part of the package I'm afraid."

He stopped and searched her eyes, and then said, "This isn't exactly planned, this thing between you and me, and if it was planned, I would crucify the planner, because it's horrible planning."

"Ok, what's up?" she asked.

"There are things going on right now, that you can't know about. I can't even curb your curiosity with them. I can't even tell you why I can't. So, if I say I can't explain, I honestly can't explain. But someday, in like the next six weeks or so, I'll tell you everything – if we make it that far. Otherwise, maybe we should just stop now and try to hook back up in six weeks, when I don't have all of this crap going on."

"I don't like option B, so I'm going with option A," she decided.

"Alright then. So with all that in mind, I need to make a phone call. It would be better if you found some good grapes for us, and maybe a couple bottles of wine," he suggested.

"In other words, don't listen in. Gotcha. Come find me when we can get out of here and back on the road. Will this be a regular event this weekend?"

"No, and that's why I need to make the phone call now. So it won't be," he told her.

Accepting that, she left him heading for the grape display, wondering who was following them.