Gypsy's Sin [Wind Riders MC]

Chapter 31

Cyn waits until after nine to call Gypsy, hoping his meeting is finisned up.

"Hey, I was wondering if you were going to call."

Cynthia lifts an eyebrow, "Why wouldn't I?"

"No reason, just nerves I guess," he told her.

"Yeah, you never know who is really there for you until they show up, right?" she asked.

"Something like that, but nothing to do with you."

"Good, because I haven't come this far with you to ditch you now," Cyn told him. "But, hey, can Daphne use your spare bedroom tonight?"

"It's been a while since the sheets were changed in there, so I'll have to remake the bed, but yes, she's welcome. Will you be in my bed?"

"Nowhere else I'd rather be lover," she assures him.

Cyn rides and Daphne brings her truck. She skips out of it when they arrive and hugs Cyn, "God I love that truck! I've never even dreamed of having something like that!"

"I think I'm being replaced by a V8," Cyn teases.

"Could be," Daphne said. "It does give good vibration."

Cyn slaps her ass, "Brat."

"Slut."

"Bimbo."

"Carrot."

"Hey!" Cyn said, "Foul."

"And Bimbo wasn't because I'm blond?"

"Well," Cyn said, and kisses her cheek, "come on, let's get inside. Get your bag, so we have clean clothes in the morning."

Gypsy is in the living room and Cyn runs and jumps into his arms, landing a kiss on his lips, "Hey big guy! How was your boy's club meeting?"

He eases her back down to the floor, "Good, just cleaning up from it actually. I changed the bed already. Why don't you show Daphne the room and bathroom. The bathroom has a night-light you can flip on while you're in there so she doesn't bump into things being in a strange house."

"Eccentric," Daphne said. "But I wouldn't say strange really. Very man style though. Nothing Cyn can't fix for you, but I think she got her just in time. You were on your way to becoming a bear with furniture."

"Come on!" Cyn laughs, and pulls Daphne by the arm who waves good-bye to Gypsy as she's spun around.

Cyn gets her into the room and closes the door, "You're such a brat!"

"Yeah, I am, but you love me, so..." then she kisses Cyn deeply, wrapping her arms around her and holding her close. "Thank you for asking him. I'm sure I'll be much better here than alone there."

"No worries baby. I think he's planning on going to bed soon, so let's show you how to work the TV—"

"No need. I'm already sleepy. See you in the morning?"

"Yes you will," Cynthia said and gives her a quick kiss.

Daphne is already stripping her clothes when Cyn closes the door behind her, and goes out to find Gypsy again.

This is ridicules; I got one lover upstairs and one down stairs. If Gypsy hadn't told me he didn't enjoy threesomes, I'd be tempted to get us all in the same room, she thinks to herself.

She finds him in the kitchen just finishing cleaning the last glass and putting it in the dishwasher.

"Thinking about threesomes?" he asked.

"Ok, that's just fucking scary," she told him.

"Natural. This has to be somewhat awkward for you, and you don't want to make either of us feel like you don't care about the other, so—"

"Threesome, right," she agreed. "But no, not tonight." Especially not tonight, she said to herself.

Their lovemaking wasn't like anytime before. She clung to him, memorizing his hair with her hands, and pressing against him as if the world might break apart and leave them on foreign shores. And maybe it might, and maybe it would. And if it did, she needed to know she'd find her way back to him.