Gypsy's Sin [Wind Riders MC]

Part Three ~ Run To The Rock

Chapter 26

Monday morning, the fifth Monday of rooming with Daphne, Cynthia's fevered and agonized eyes looked deeply into Daphne's fevered and agonized eyes. Their foreheads came together and their legs grip each other a little tighter. Breath, hot and hungry, heat each other's panting breasts. The rhythm of her hand on her clit was wild and fast, as is Daphne's. Then Daphne's body trembled in a familiar way, and Cyn's body answered in a sort of Pavlov way. Their voices mixed together with sex music, climbing, rising toward anguish.

"Oh shit Cyn!"

"Sweet fucking mercy..." Cyn cried in response.

Then orgasms take them both, convulsing hips and clenching abs, until the agony recedes leaving only glow.

They roll away from each other, breathing hard, and contemplate the nothingness between the bed and the ceiling. It is just past dawn, and the golden light coming in through the windows of the small apartment is warm and promising.

Once showered and dressed in over-sized t-shirts, Daphne's pink and Cyn's red, they make breakfast together; bagels and cream cheese with sausage cooked in the microwave. Gypsy would gag at the food they eat together, but this is a girl thing and he's not allowed to join anyway.

Daphne's cell-phone rings at 7:30 with a ring-tone that sent the long legs of the gorgeous blond skipping from the kitchen into the living room to answer. Cyn knew it was Boston. Not just from the ring-tone which Daphne has unique for him, but also the time. He's calling before he rides into work. Another milepost in what's become a morning routine is crossed, and Cynthia wonders at the ease this has become so comforting to her.

Cyn brought Daphne's plate into the living room, and then sat down at the little table they purchased together two weeks ago, getting rid of the old rusty card table. Cyn took stock of Daphne's apartment and it's much more theirs now than it was Daphne's and Derrick's. Most of Derrick's things are gone. Given away or sold or trashed. There are three plants in the living room, a new coffee table and the couch is new-to-them; a great deal they found at a yard sale; brown leather and over stuffed. Two Navajo rugs decorate the floors which are clean, and vacuumed and nearly spotless from the nervous energy fits Daphne still suffered from.

Cyn's own place has been cleaned and set to rights from the blood and damage left from the invasion, but being there alone is still a fear for her. She's thinking seriously of either moving Daphne in with her, or giving the place up. The odd days when Gypsy is around, they're always at his house anyway — he has a tub.

She finished her breakfast, and returned into the kitchen. As she washed up her plate Daphne suddenly asked Boston, "Excuse me, but did you just ask me to be your bitch?"

She turned with focused anger raising the temperature of her blood. She thought Boston was a good guy, so what the fuck was this?

Before she can cross into the living room, Daphne was laughing and telling him she was just teasing and that yes, she would ride with him this weekend with the club.

Cyn relaxed, and laughed at herself. How very protective she has become over this sister of hers.

Daphne's call ended while Cyn was still in thought, leaning back against the counter. Daphne sashayed in with her plate, looking so much better than she did a few weeks ago.

"About time he made a move," Cyn told her with a smile. "Any longer and I was going to keep you for myself."

Daphne stopped and lost her smile, "Please don't tease me like that?"