Page 101 of Made for Cyn
Cyn searches my face with a frown before pulling me into his arms and muttering, “I’ll kill the fucker.”
Relaxing into his embrace, I smile sadly and run my finger down his chest, shivering when goosebumps break out on his skin before he pulls me up into his lap and smiles at me seductively.
And we both forget everything but how it feels to touch and feel and, dare I say it, love.
???
“C’mon, beauty, let’s get to school,” Cyn rumbles, and I open my eyes with confusion before it all comes rushing back to me.
Sitting up with a gasp, I say, “What time is it? Iris—”
“It’s fine. She covered for you last night, but we need to get to school,” he says, brushing my hair back from my face with a smile.
Shyly, I take his hand as he pulls me from the bed and into his arms, moaning when his hands cover my bare bottom, and he grabs me tight.
“Fuck, no time. Get dressed,” he groans, pushing me away gently.
“I don’t have anything to wear,” I say absently, the tingle in my core distracting, to say the least.
“Here.” He pulls out a shirt with a band I don’t recognize on the front.
“You always want me to wear your shirts,” I say dryly.
“That’s because I don’t want anyone to see those tits but me,” he smirks, and I smack him on the arm.
He smiles and pushes me into the bathroom where I clean my teeth with a small thrill, using his toothbrush. Afterwards, I braid my hair and call it good. It’s not like I have anything I can use to primp, which is a relief because it means he didn’t lie about bringing other girls here.
“Where’s your gran?” I ask when he whisks me through the living space, now empty and quiet.
“She volunteers at the church,” he says absently, handing me a banana as he checks his phone.
“And your parents?”
His eyes drop to ice, and I shrink away, my shoulders hunching when he stiffens. “They’re dead.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I say softly, shifting uncomfortably at the new chill in the air, but when he turns to me, his eyes soften, and he kisses my forehead. “C’mon, they’re here.”
Before I have time to ask anything further, he’s pulled me out the door and to the guys waiting in the SUV out front.
“Hey LB,” Jig says with a wide grin while Bastion ignores me in his typical broody manner.
“Hey,” I say with a small smile, climbing in the back and snuggling against Cyn when he pulls me into his arms.
“How was last night?” Jig says with a playful waggle of his brows.
“Wha—”
“Jig,” Cyn growls.
Jig just laughs and turns back to the front, and I tune them out as I contemplate what to do. I can’t avoid home forever, and I’m surprised Iris agreed to cover for me. I hope she didn’t have to do something horrible in return.
Not to mention she’s angry with me, and it’s translated into a cruelty that leaves me heartsore and worried. Eventually, something has to give. I just hope it’s not her.
“What did Hate want?” Jig asks Cyn.
Cyn sighs, and it’s weary, judging by the way my head moves under his chest. Hate?
“Another project. We’ll discuss it later,” Cyn says meaningfully, and I glance around in confusion.