Page 6 of Made for Cyn
Looking away uncomfortably, I spy Cyn still with the group of guys, but now a girl is snuggled under his arm, and it’s not the one he disappeared with before.
Watching him surreptitiously, I wonder if he’s as good in bed as Iris proclaimed. He certainly attracts the ladies and doesn’t appear to be exclusive, confirming her words about hearts and dating.
What does good in bed mean? Beyond what I’ve read in the books I snuck into the compound, I don’t even know.
I probably appear gauche compared to those around me, dressed to show the goods and unafraid to give lap dances in plain sight of everyone. I can’t even imagine doing such a thing, and this more than anything tells me I don’t belong here and that I’ll never catch the eye of a guy like Cyn.
Interestingly, although he’s chatting with his friends, it’s easy to see they’re cautious around him, giving him plenty of space and casting furtive looks when they think he’s not looking.
I suspect he sees it all, though, because he’s the natural predator in their midst, with his bright eyes scanning the crowd. He focuses on a guy across the fire, and his eyes narrow as the guy shakes his friend’s hand and turns away.
From there, he moves to a girl sitting in a guy’s lap, but he’s not watching them going at it. No, his eyes are intent on the guy, whose head is tipped to the sky.
What does he see? Why is he surveying his surroundings so closely?
The group he’s standing with moves back as he steps forward, sensing his power. He seems to eat up the very space around him.
Why do these kids treat him so carefully? And is he as sinful as his name proclaims? If the way my body is tingling has anything to say about it—yes. Because even from afar, I’ve got butterflies dancing in my stomach and my core aches, leaving me bewilderingly aroused and breathless.
Cyn frowns, his face growing dark. And searching his companion’s expressions, I wonder what’s wrong before he stalks away with a brisk nod at Bastion. Bastion sets Iris gently aside and rises, following him. The blue-haired dude steps up too, and they disappear into the darkness.
I watch them go, curious about what they’re doing, before turning to Iris beside me. She leans back with a slight smile on her face, and I think she’s drunk. Then again, I know I’m drunk.
“So, what do you think?” she slurs, and I raise a brow.
Swatting my arm, she giggles and falls back in the sand before sobering. “Stay away from them, Rainy. They’ll ruin you.”
“Who?” I ask, confused by her suddenly dour demeanor.
“All of them,” she mutters. “I gotta pee.”
Watching her weave her way up the dune, I shrug off her weirdness and, feeling a little woozy myself, step away from the fire. I don’t get far before everything surges up my throat, and I drop to my knees, retching painfully. Yuck. Why did I take shots from that bottle?
Clutching my aching belly, I moan into the universe, nausea a slow burn, only to glance up when I hear voices approaching.
“I don’t fucking care. It’s an issue, and it needs to be taken care of.”
“Agreed, but how?” I think I hear Bastion’s deep voice.
“This is our fucking territory. I say we fuck them up,” a third voice interjects.
Wiping my mouth miserably, I sit in the shadows as the clouds, previously blotting out the moon, clear and I spy Bastion, Cyn, and the blue-haired guy.
“Find that bitch. She’ll tell us what we need to know,” Cyn says.
Quietly I watch, sinking into the sand, sensing this is not a conversation I should overhear. What are they going to do with the ‘bitch’? And why does Cyn sound so angry?
“On it,” the blue-haired guy rumbles, stepping away.
“Jig?”
“Yeah,” the blue-haired guy turns back.
“No mercy,” Cyn mutters.
Jig nods and stalks away while I sit in shock. Holy shit, who are these guys?
“What do we do about your little troublemaker?” Cyn asks Bastion in a silky tone.