Gypsy's Sin [Wind Riders MC]

Chapter 32

Cyn wakes, close to ten o'clock and close to orgasm. Her body is bowing, lifting her breast to the ceiling. Her hands go down the lithe smooth body between her legs, "Daphne?"

She climaxes, and Daphne took her into a beautiful golden warm after-glow.

This isn't scissors. Daphne is just fucking her, grinding her, and the look in her eyes is lustful and urgent.

"Oh god baby," Cyn pleads with soft agonized words, "what are you doing to me?"

Cyn climaxes with Daphne, like she always does when they are together, and it's a loving, pure light flushing through her, as if Daphne's love for her became liquid, and filled her blood stream.

"Daphne, baby," Cyn moans, "that's not fair."

Daphne snuggles into her, "You two sounded like good-bye last night. Like prayers and promises. I needed to hear you on fire and alive. It broke my heart."

Cyn runs her hand through Daphne's hair, "Yeah, I know."

They get into the bath together, with Daphne in front, because she said she's the girly one.

"Is that so," Cyn laughs.

"Well, yeah," Daphne said like it's too obvious to explain. "You're the one that picks fights with patch-holders, and wins."

"Are you calling me butch?" Cyn asked with a mock offended tone.

"Hey, if the ass-kicking boots fit..." Daphne shrugged, and then turned and kissed her quickly before lowering further into the water.

"Brat."

"Slut."

"Lesbo."

"Dike."

"Hey, I'm not a lesbian," Cyn objects.

"You love a lesbian," Daphne points out.

"Yes, true."

"You have lesbian sex," Daphne continues.

"I do now, you little pixie," Cyn told her.

"But you aren't a lesbian."

"Exactly."

"I get that," Daphne agrees with a nod.

"Are you being sarcastic?"

"No, not at all. After you explained it to me yesterday, I totally got it. You said that you could be the comfort but not the cure. And I realized just how much you loved me then. I mean, I hear all the time guys and even some of the sisters say things like I'm with you body and soul, but you are the first person I have ever seen ride a dark mile and mean that. Totally mean that. Honestly Cyn, it melted me. You could have told me I could be your bitch, and it wouldn't have touched me that deeply. I know I didn't sound like it then, but I was just blown away."

Daphne looks up to her, "I've never felt loved the way you love me Cyn."

They relaxed then, soaking up the heat, Cyn idly caressing Daphne's left breast, while resting her right arm across the edge of the tub.

This is really nice, she thinks to herself.

She's close to dozing when the creak of a floor board in the hall, past the open bathroom door, catches both of their attentions.

Cyn jerks her head that way, and there is a man, in a gray suit with a long coat, standing in the open doorway, but looking toward the master bedroom.