Finding Cyn: Devil's Knights Series

by Winter Travers

  “Babe,” King said as he curled his arm around Meg’s shoulder, pulling her to him. ‘Let’s go check the books and see when I can fit you in.”

  “I know the owner, there shouldn’t have to be any fitting me in,” she said as she let King steer her back into the office, thrown an eat shit look at me.

  “She’s a little feisty today,” Cyn said as I turned my head towards her, our eyes connecting. “Just a little.” I chuckled.

  “Um, I’ll just go wait in the office. I don’t want to interrupt you at work,” she mumbled as she made her way past me, headed to the office.

  “Wait,’ I said as I grabbed her wrist, stopping her. ‘Can we talk for a second?” I asked, hoping she wouldn’t tell me no.

  Her eyes darted back and forth between the office and me. “Um, just for a second,” she said, finally deciding.

  “Come on,” I said as I pulled her wrist, my hand traveling down so I could intertwine my fingers with hers.

  I lead her to the body shop bay I had just pulled the Chevelle out of and hit the button to close the overhead door behind us.

  “Do we really have to shut the door?” She asked, watching the door slid down.

  “Yeah, there’s AC piped into each bay. King throws a shit fit whenever we leave the doors open longer then needed,” I explained.

  “Oh. So this is where you work?” Cyn asked as she looked around.

  I was the only one who had their own work bay that was sectioned off from the other bays. King gave me all the important jobs that needed extra attention. There were two other brothers who painted, but they weren’t as good as I was. Whenever there needed to be a mural or special graphics painted, I was the one who King went to. After being off for a month, there was a huge back up of cars that were waiting for me.

  “Yeah. Here and the paint booth are where I spend most of my days,’ I said as I walked over and grabbed a rolling chair I used when painting pin striping. ‘Sit, beautiful,” I said, pushing the chair towards her.

  She grabbed the chair, sitting in it and rested her feet on the top rung. “What did you want to talk about?” She asked as she bite her finger nails.

  “I missed you.” I had to say it. She looked so unsure, I had to say the one thing I knew would make her feel better.

  “I’ve missed you too,” she whispered.

  “Thank god.” I breathed out, relieved I hadn’t been too late.

  “Is that all?” She asked.

  “No, beautiful. There is so much more.”

  “Tell me then,” she ordered, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “I missed you and the reason I stayed away from you is because you deserve so much more then who I am and the things I’ve done.”

  “Shouldn’t I be the one who decides what’s best for me?” She asked.

  “Yes, but you don’t know everything I’ve done Cyn. You don’t know the man I used to be.” I said as I grabbed an empty bucket and turned it upside down and sat down on it.

  “Well, then tell me. That is why you wanted me to come in here so you can talk, so talk. Tell me all the reasons you think that you aren’t good enough and then I can decide if you are what I need.”

  I rested my head in my hands and looked down at the floor. Fuck, where to even begin. “Nick isn’t the first man I’ve killed.”

  I heard her suck a breath in, my words shocking her. “Did they all deserve it?” She asked.

  “Yes. I’ve never killed a man who didn’t deserve it. But that doesn’t make it ok, Cyn. I have blood on my hands that will never wash away.”

  “Nick is dead,” she said, more like a question.

  I raised my head up and looked her in the eye. “Yes. I watched the life drain from his eyes and I would do it over again in a second for the things he did to you. I will never regret taking his life,” I said truthfully. Nick was the one who deserved to die the most.

  “I’ll never hold it against you. I would never feel safe if I knew he was alive somewhere, possibly hurting someone else. I understand why you did it, Rigid. Don’t beat yourself over it. King or any of the other guys would have done the same thing.”

  “How can you be so understanding? I’m a murderer, Cyn,” I said, shaking my head. I couldn’t believe she was so understanding.

  “You’re not, Rigid. You are someone who righted a wrong. That is the only way I will ever see you in that situation, so you might as well stop trying to convince me otherwise,” she said as she crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her tits up.

  I ripped my eyes off her chest, trying to concentrate on things I needed to say. “I’m no virgin, Cyn. I’ve been around the block more times than I can count. I can’t guarantee that you won’t ever run into a chick that I had been with.”

  “When was the last time you had sex?” She asked.

  “The night before your un-bachelorette thing.” Not for a lack of trying, but no one was going to fill the void Cyn had created.

  “Seriously?” She asked, shocked.

  “Yeah, beautiful.”

  “Rigid, that’s like six weeks. Fuck that’s more than six weeks!”

  “Trust me, I know,” I said as I scrubbed my hands down my face.

  “You waited for me,” she stated, her voice shaky.

  “Fuck yeah I waited for you, Cyn. I knew you were worth it all after that first night. Even though I fought it, I knew you were the only one.”

  “I’m not the same girl I was that first night you met me. Nick broke me in ways that are still haunting me. I haven’t been able to sleep the past four days,” she said as tears streamed down her face.

  “Fuck me. Cyn, why didn’t you tell me? I would have been over in five minutes. You never had nightmares when I slept with you.”

  “That’s because you held them at bay, you kept them away. You left and that first night you were gone I woke up screaming and scared the shit out of Meg. I can only sleep for a couple of hours before his face haunts me in my dreams. I don’t know how you did it, but I need you even in my sleep.”

  “Son of a bitch.” I bit out as I dropped my head down, my vision going blurry from the tears I knew were threatening to fall. She said the words that cut right through to my heart. She needed me. Even in her sleep, she needed me.

  I heard the wheels of her chair roll and looked up to see Cyn standing over me. “We deserve each other, Ash. I’m not going to let you talk yourself out of being with me. You’re not perfect and neither am I. We all have flaws, it’s all about how you move on and become the person you were meant to be. I want to move on with you by my side.”

  “I love when you call me Ash,” I said, standing up, instantly wrapping my arms around her.

  “I love that you trusted me enough to tell me your name, although I do like calling you Rigid, too. Maybe I’ll just call you Ash when you make me extra happy.” I giggled.

  “I make you extra happy, beautiful?” I asked, leaning back to look into her amazing green eyes.

  “Yes, Ash. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been in my life,” she whispered as she leaned up and pressed her lips to mine.

  “You’re mine,” I mumbled against her lips, savoring the taste of her I had missed.

  “I’m yours,” She whispered back.

  I grabbed her ass, hauling her body fully against me, hoisting her up as she wrapped her legs around me. Her fingers delved into my hair, holding my lips to hers. She nipped at my bottom lip and I opened my lips, letting out tongues dance.

  “I need you,” she whispered.

  I wrapped my arms tight around her and spun around, headed for the work bench. I set her ass on the counter, keeping her legs wrapped around me.

  “We can go to my room,” I said in between kisses and nips along her neck. Her hands were roaming all over my body, trying to feel everything at once.

  “I need you now,” she whimpered as her hands grabbed the bottom hem of my tee and pulled it over my head. She threw it behind me and ran her hands up and down my back.


  “Are you sure, beautiful?” I asked as she rained kisses down my chest, her hot mouth covering the bar I had running through my nipple, her tongue playing with it.

  She raised her head, her face inches away from mine. Her eyes were clouded with desire and lust. I had never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. I grabbed the hair tie she had in her hair and tugged it out. Her hair cascaded down, framing her face.

  “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life,” she said, her hands gliding up my chest, her fingers toying with my piercings.

  I lowered my lips to hers, claiming her with one kiss.

  Fuck me, she was mine.

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  Cyn

  I couldn’t get enough of Rigid. His amazing kisses and roaming hands were driving me insane. “Ash.” I whimpered, as he trailed kisses down my neck, his head buried in my hair.

  “God dammit, Cyn. You taste so good. I need to see you,” he groaned as he pulled my shirt over my head tossing it over my shoulder.

  He cupped my breasts through my bra, his lips trailing kisses along my collar bone and over the tops of my breasts.

  I threw my head back, trying to give him better access. I leaned back on my arms, thrusting my breasts in his face. He reached behind me, unhooking my bra with skill that I didn’t want to know where he got. All that mattered was right now.

  He pulled the straps down my arms and I leaned forward, pulling it off completely and threw it in the same direction as his shirt.

  “Yes.” Rigid groaned as he lowered his lips to my breasts, raining kisses all over them.

  I leaned forward, working the coveralls he still had on, down his legs. He stepped out them, his lips never leaving my skin. Popping the button on his jeans, I slid down the zipper and tugged his pants down.

  “Mmhmm, slow down, beautiful,” he groaned as I slipped my hand into the waist band of his underwear. He grabbed my hand, stopping my delicious journey.

  “Fuck slow. We can do that later. I just want to feel you, please,” I begged, as I leaned in, kissing him, trying to distract him.

  I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, loving the taste of him. Nipping his lip, I ran my tongue over it, as he released my hand and dove his fingers into my hair.

  I slid my hand all the way in his underwear and cupped his cock. He groaned deep in his throat and thrust his hips into my hand. Stroking him, I felt three hard ridges on the shaft of his cock. I ran my fingertips over them, realizing Rigid had a Jacob’s ladder.

  “You like, beautiful?” He asked as I pulled away.

  “I want to see,” I whimpered, as I pushed him away. I hopped off the workbench and kneeled in front of him.

  I pulled his pants down to his knees, and looked up at him. “A little help,” I said as I gestured at his boots he had on.

  He stepped back, toeing them off. I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back to me. I worked his pants all the way off as he stepped out of them and threw them over by our growing pile of clothes.

  I sat back and reached up to the waist band of his underwear and tugged them down. His dick sprang out, bobbing on front of me. “Wow.” I marveled as I stroked my hand up and down his shaft. My fingers trailed over the three bars he had, the feel of his soft skin and cold metal begging for me to taste him.

  Rigid chuckled, throwing his head back. “Stand up,” he ordered.

  “Not yet,” I said, licking my lips as I watched a drop of precum seep out of the head of his rock hard dick. I leaned forward, licking the drop up.

  “Son of a bitch,” Rigid groaned. I looked up, his eyes on me.

  “I want to taste you,” I said as I leaned forward, licking up his shaft. I heard him suck in a breath and his stomach tighten.

  I scooted forward on my knees, so his dick was inches away from my lips. I gripped his dick at the base and stroked him up and down. Lining his dick up with my mouth I leaned forward, twirling my tongue around the head and sucked it into my mouth.

  “Yeah, beautiful. Take it,” Rigid groaned, thrusting his hips at me.

  I opened my mouth, slowly working him down my throat and stroking the base of him with my hand. He was too big to fit all the way down my throat, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t try.

  “Hold still,” Rigid said. I stopping bobbing up and down his shaft, still holding him in my mouth.

  He threaded his fingers through hair and held my head tight. He thrusted forward, held my head firmly, and fucked my mouth. I loved the feel of him pulling my hair while his rock hard dick slid in and out of my mouth.

  I could hear his breath pick up and knew he was close to coming. I opened my throat and swallowed the next time he thrust. He shuddered above me and pulled his dick all the way out.

  I whimpered at the loss of him and wiped my mouth on the back of my hand. “Why did you stop?” I pouted.

  “The first time I cum is going to be in that sweet pussy, not down your throat,” he grunted, trying to get his breathing under control.

  “I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste all of you.” I said, leaning back and looked up at him.

  “You will, just not now. Up,” he ordered, holding his hand out to me.

  I grabbed his hand and he pulled me to my feet. Reaching down, he popped the button on my shorts and pulled them down. I was standing in just my underwear in the middle of a body shop with Rigid who was completely naked. Definitely not how I thought the day was going to go.

  He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. He slid his other hand down the front of my soaking wet panties and cup my mound. “This is mine,” he growled, parting my folds and stroking my clit.

  I whimpered, loving the feel of his rough, calloused finger against my soft flesh. “Please,” I pleaded, wanting more.

  “So needy,” he teased, speeding up the flicking of my clit. I braced my arms on Rigid’s shoulders, holding on as he drove me to the brink of ecstasy. I thrust my hips into his hand, reaching for more.

  He claimed my lips with his, while his fingers brought me closer and closer to my release. His warm, soft tongue stroked mine, out tastes mingling together creating an intoxicating taste I wanted more of.

  “I want you to come on my hand, and then you are going to come all over my dick,” he rumbled, as a rush of wetness soaked his hand.

  “Rigid,” I moaned, wanting more.

  “Say my name,” he growled. One finger entered me, pumping in and out as his thumb continued to stroke my clit.

  “Ash.” I breathed out, as lights burst behind my eyes as I fell over the edge, moaning in pleasure.

  He slowed his hand as my limp body clung to him, to rung out to stand on my own two feet anymore. “That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Rigid growled in my ear.

  He pulled his hand out of my panties, lifting it to his mouth, and licked his finger. I shivered as he sucked it clean, moaning around his finger.

  “I want more,” I said, not even recognizing the words coming out of my mouth. He had ignited a fire inside me that I didn’t want to go out. I would never get enough of this man.

  “Panties off,” he ordered, watching me.

  I quickly shimmied them off, his eyes watching me the whole time. I tossed them by the pile of clothes and waited. I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling self-conscious standing naked in front of him as his eyes traveled over me.

  “Arms down,’ he ordered. I slowly lowered my arms, wanting to please him. ‘Don’t ever hide from me, Cyn. When we start hiding from each is when things change. You get all of me and I want all of you. Nothing between us. Ever.”

  I nodded my head, agreeing with him. He stepped towards me and wrapped me up in his arms. “Don’t leave me again.” I whispered, the words out of my mouth before I had a chance to think about them.

  “I’m sorry, beautiful. I just needed to figure things out,” he confessed.

  “Next time talk to me, don’t run away. I’m scared to, Rigid. I don’t know what I’m doing, b
ut I do know that I want you there with me,” I said, pulling back, looking him in the eye.

  “I promise, beautiful. You get all of me from now on. Even when I act like a fucking pussy.” He smirked, lowering his lips to mine. I threaded my fingers through his hair, craving his taste.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he growled, his hands traveling down my back and cupping my ass. He lifted me up and my legs snaked around him.

  His dick was cradled in between the folds of my pussy. “I need you,” I pleaded.

  He walked back over to the work bench, holding me with one arm, and grabbed a stack of clean rags and laid a couple down. He set me down, his arms still wrapped around me.

  “Scoot your ass to the edge.”

  I scooted forward and leaned back on my arms. “Take me,” I whispered, anticipation coursing through me.

  “Keep your legs spread wide,” He said, lining his cock up with my pussy. He nudged the folds open with the head of his dick and I held my breath.

  “Please,” I moaned as he slid his dick over my clit.

  “So fucking wet. All for me,” he rumbled.

  I threw my head back as he thrust into me. He slowly pulled out, leaving just the head in. I groaned as he slowly thrust back inside me. “Harder,” I moaned as he slowly worked me up.

  “No. I want you to feel me inside you and know that no one can ever make you feel this good,” he grunted as he continued his slow torture.

  Every time he pulled out, his Jacob’s ladder drove me insane. Touching places I never knew existed. “Ash,” I rasped out as I felt my desire building.

  He moaned at the sound of his name and speed up a little faster. “I love when you call me that. No one but you, Cyn. No one,” he growled.

  “Faster, Ash, please. Take me, hard,” I begged.

  “Son of a bitch,” he growled as he slammed in me. He picked up the pace, his hips slapping against mine.

  “Yes!” I shouted, finally getting what I had been craving.

  “Such a tight, fucking pussy. God damn milking me,” he said as he slammed his lips down on mine, his tongue delving inside mine, taking and giving.