Cyrus (The Henchmen MC Book 9)

by Jessica Gadziala

  But no.

  At the last minute, Cyrus turned, turning me as well, then dropping down on the couch, but pressing his hands into my hips to keep me standing. He smiled at my questioning look as he reached for his button and zip. "I can get the fun parts out without taking my pants off," he supplied with a wicked grin as he grabbed his cock, and stroked it while raking his eyes up and down my legs.

  Feeling just the teensiest bit insecure, I reached to pull down my pants and panties, then moved to straddle him as he pulled out a condom to protect us.

  He looked up when he was done, eyes heavy, as far gone as I felt already, even though that was insane, even though it had only been the better part of one day since I had felt him.

  "Ride me, Ree," he demanded.

  I didn't need more than that.

  I put a hand on his shoulder to balance myself better, then slowly lowered myself down onto him, muscles tightening around the invasion, feeling a bit like my body was welcoming him back.

  I guess, in a way, it was.

  But then he was buried deep, and there was no more thinking, just feeling, just rocking against him, just burying my face in his neck to muffle the whimpers that were escaping even though I was biting hard into my lower lip to try to keep them in.

  I was nearly there when, suddenly, his forearms were slipping under my knees, and he was moving to gain his feet.

  Surprised, I let out a yelp as my arms went around his neck, holding on for dear life.

  I wasn't a big girl per se, but I wasn't dainty either.

  Being picked up was a novelty.

  But there Cyrus was doing it, like I weighed nothing.

  I had thought he was going to take me to the bed, to lay me down, to slam into me like he had that morning, to maybe cut off my air like he had as well.

  Yet, once he was on his feet, he didn't move.

  He just stood there, watching me with the most wicked little smile I had ever seen on his lips as his arms cocked my legs up further, until my knees were in almost to his underarms.

  Then he started doing it.

  I was too shocked to even react for a moment, not sure how it was even possible, how he had the upper body strength to pull it off.

  But he was doing it.

  He was using his arms to drag my body up and down his body, impaling me on his cock while his body remained still.

  It was only maybe two or three seconds of wonder, though, before I realized how unspeakably intense the sensation was from that angle.

  My arms wrapped tighter around the back of his neck as he started dragging me harder, faster, his cock hitting spots I was sure I had never felt before, the angle making all kinds of unexperienced sensations suddenly possible.

  And, in my excitement to experience something new, I forgot all about being quiet, crying out his name loudly enough for the whole compound to hear as the orgasm slammed through me violently, making my entire body start to shake instantaneously.

  But Cy wasn't done with me.

  He turned, even as the waves kept crashing through me, walking back toward the bed, then dropping me down. Before I could even suck in a breath, he was flipping me onto my belly, reaching under me to yank my hips up toward him, then slamming deep before I could even feel a twinge of self-consciousness about how my biggest insecurity was perfectly on display to him with this new position.

  One of his hands dug into my hip. The other tracked up my spine to slip into the hair at the base of my neck, grabbing, and pulling back hard enough to make my head arch almost all the way back, the pain/pleasure mix something heady, something completely overwhelming as he started to fuck me hard, his cock seeming to hit even deeper with this position.

  Then, when I was too far gone to even care about divots, stretch marks, or anything of the sort, his bare, calloused palm started slamming down hard on my cheek, making my body jolt in surprise even as a tightening started in my core, showing me yet another side of my desire I hadn't known existed before.

  It was fast. Too fast.

  I had never really been one for multiple orgasms at all, let alone through sex. But there was no denying that I was almost there as his hand landed one hard, final smack before his body curled over mine, his hand yanking my hair to the side, then his other hand closing around my throat again just as the orgasm ripped through me, pressing in just hard enough to make crying out as loudly as we both knew I would impossible.

  When I was spent, collapsing forward, he let me, releasing my hair as he buried deep, and came with my name on his lips.

  His knees hit the edge of the bed as he sucked in a deep breath, reaching down to sink his fingers into my hip, giving it a little squeeze, before he pulled out of me to walk to the bathroom.

  I scooted up on the bed, climbing under the covers, my butt kind of burning as it scraped across the sheets from the spanking I hadn't been expecting, but certainly found just as hot as it was in all those eroticas I had read.

  Cy came back a moment later, sliding under the sheets, and pulling me to his chest for a change.

  "You okay?" he asked, fingertips gliding over the skin of my back, making a shiver course through me. "That was unexpectedly, ah..."

  "Intense?" I supplied, knowing it was the right word for me. "Yes, I'm fine. Amazing, actually."

  "Yeah, I'm pretty amazing, I know," he agreed, deadpan, making me turn my head up to find him smiling down, making me let out a laugh. "You're pretty amazing too, Ree," he added, but this time he wasn't smiling; he was as serious as I had ever seen him. "And let's just decide that whatever comes our way - be they annoying bikers who can't mind their own business, or your big, scary brothers, we just deal with it as it shows up. There's no use harping on it until it is actually a problem."

  That wasn't exactly my go-to method. I was a harper. I harped hard. But, somehow, in his arms, body tired, mind a little fuzzy with all the feel-good hormones, I felt like just this once, I could maybe not harp.

  I could take things as they came.

  I didn't know, though, that what was coming the following morning wasn't some annoying bikers who couldn't mind their own business or even my big, scary brothers.

  Oh, no.

  What came the next morning was possibly even scarier.

  It was the girls club.

  --

  I woke up to a frantic pounding on the door, making me spring up in bed, completely disoriented by my surroundings as I tried to wipe the sleep from my eyes.

  The slamming just kept coming, and I was acutely aware that I was still completely naked, and that the spot beside me was empty.

  Cyrus had left.

  Maybe to get me a cup of coffee.

  Maybe that was him at the door.

  But why would he be knocking like that.

  My stomach clenched hard as I dropped onto my belly, reaching for Cy's discarded shirt from the night before, slipping it on, worried that if whoever was there didn't get an answer soon, they would just barge right in on my nakedness.

  "Ree!" a female voice called through the door. "Ree, you don't have a lot of time," it added, making me realize I knew that voice. But it didn't belong in The Henchmen compound.

  Yanking the shirt down to make sure it covered my behind, I flew off the bed and toward the door, pulling it open to find her standing there.

  My brother's girl, Elsie.

  "Elsie, what are you doing here?" I whisper-hissed at her.

  "The girls club is coming. And I mean now. So you need to get some pants on. I only got here first because I cut Janie off, and got her stuck at the light."

  "Wait... what?" I asked, not awake - or caffeinated - enough to fully grasp what she was saying, or, you know, how Elsie managed to look absolutely flawless at eight o'clock in the morning in her tight gray business dress, five-inch nude heels, styled blonde hair, and made-up eyes. What time did she get up in the morning?

  Elsie gave me a smile, pushing into the room to close the door. "Where are the pants you were, oh here,"
she said, finding them, balling them up, and tossing them at me. "Put these on. Brush your teeth. Splash some cold water on your face. You have T-minus two minutes before they all burst through that front door."

  If anyone was going to be bursting, I definitely did not want to literally be caught with my pants down. I threw myself into the bathroom, stashing my panties in Cy's hamper because I wasn't going to be wearing those two days in a row, and shimmied into my leggings. "Why are they coming here?" I asked as I rummaged through his drawers to find a spare toothbrush and his tube of paste that was in a weird sweet mint flavor that I felt said something about him. Like those freaks with their cinnamon toothpaste. How many hours until that stuff wore off so you could drink your coffee?

  "Word is out about you and Cy," she called back and I could hear clicking as she moved around like, maybe, she was cleaning up the clothes scattered about, making me realize that I was braless. I was suddenly somewhat thankful that I didn't have a whole lot on top to worry about. "Which you and I need to talk about. How could you not tell me? You told Kenzi!"

  "Kenzi caught me," I admitted, walking out, trying to finger-comb my hair into some kind of order. "Wait, did you tell..."

  "I'm not giving up your secrets, Ree, but you know that the longer you keep this from them, the more questions they are going to have about why. And I don't think..." she trailed off as a chorus of female voices came from the main room.

  "I'm not ready for this." I dropped down on the edge of the bed, staring at the door like some three-headed beast was going to barge in.

  "None of us ever are," she agreed, sitting down beside me. "But you're part of the club now, so there is no avoiding this."

  As the voices came down the hall, I heard another one that was distinctly familiar. "Wait, Alex knew and didn't try to warn me?"

  Elsie gave me a brow lift and half-smile. "Come on. You know Alex. She likely thought it would be fun to catch you off-guard."

  "And Amelia?" I asked, feeling betrayed by half my people.

  "She has a group session this morning actually. She will be completely in the dark until one of us gets ahold of her sometime later today. But aside from her and Summer, obviously, everyone else is here."

  And with that, they were.

  There was one short knock before the door pushed open. "What if she isn't dressed?" a pretty blonde asked even as the others moved inside.

  There they were.

  The girls club.

  In all their varied glory.

  "Damn it Else," Alex grumbled, shaking her head. "You ruined the surprise."

  "She wasn't even awake yet, Al," Elsie shot back.

  "They burst in on me once too," the blonde who had tried to knock and stop everyone informed me, looking apologetic.

  "What? Like we're the Inquisition here to burn you at the stake for having PMS or some shit?" a short, slight, black-haired, tattoo-covered woman asked, rolling her brilliant blue eyes. "We just wanted to meet her, Penny."

  "That's Janie, or as many of us call her, Jstorm," another woman said, moving forward from the group. She was tall and fit, but stacked, with long medium-blonde hair, and brown eyes, wearing sage green utility pants and a long-sleeve white tee.

  "And I'm Lo. Now for the rest of our ragtag group of various pains in the ass," she went on, giving me a smile. "We have, Maze with the purple hair. She is with Repo. Then there is Penny who is with Duke," she explained, motioning to the woman who had tried to champion my cause.

  "Amelia isn't here. Elsie, you obviously know. There is Mina," she said, gesturing toward a woman with exotic Asian, but something else too, features, dressed similarly to Lo. "She works for me at Hailstorm, and is with Renny. There is Bethany," she went on, waving toward a woman with a delicate face and short, shiny black hair. "She's with Laz." Laz, I was sure, was short for Lazarus, who had given me the water the night before. "And then that is Kennedy," she concluded, waving toward the pretty blonde who had told Roderick to leave me alone the night before. And you," she went on, "are Reese."

  All eyes on me, I had to answer, so I swallowed hard, and nodded. "I'm Reese."

  "Okay," Maze, the one with brilliant purple hair interjected. "I am just going to go ahead and ask what we're all thinking. Cyrus? How? I mean, seriously," she said, coming closer. "How?"

  "How what?"

  "How did you get that flirt to settle down? Don't get me wrong," she went on when I went to open my mouth. "We all love Cyrus. Actually, he is like the big brother in our group. He has crashed more than a few girls club nights. And has been a voice of reason when some people are being irrational."

  "I was not being irrational!" Alex insisted.

  "How did I know that she meant you, even without her saying it?" I asked, shooting Alex a teasing smirk. We had bonded over many a Sunday dinner since she settled down with Paine's best friend Breaker.

  "Hey, I am perfectly reasonable," she said, lips twitching with her lie.

  "Only when everyone else agrees with you," I shot back.

  "Well, duh," she laughed, moving over to drop down on the bed on the other side of me. "And you never answered the question."

  "Which question?" I asked, head spinning a little with the multitude of new voices and faces around me.

  "How you got Cy to settle down," Maze reminded me.

  "Oh, ah. I don't know exactly. It wasn't like I, you know, tried to rope him in or anything like that."

  "Again, duh," Alex said, nudging my shoulder. "We just want the story, Ree. The curiosity is killing us all."

  "We met at She's Bean Around after he did a set. He came up and talked to me."

  "Laying it on thick, I'm sure," Lo said, smirking.

  "No. Not at all, actually. He said that he wanted to be friends because he knew he wasn't supposed to, ah, touch a girl like me. So, then we were friends."

  "Oh, come on! This is Cyrus we're talking about here," Bethany said, shaking her head.

  "Actually, though," Kennedy chimed in, "I can totally see him offering you friendship. He's a pretty good friend."

  "He totally was."

  "Except," Lo prompted.

  "I had a crush," I admitted with a shrug. "Then one night, he came to see me at work..."

  "She is a librarian," Elsie supplied for me.

  "And he picked up one of the books," I started, leaving out that the filthy erotica was mine, "and started reading an, ah, explicit scene aloud."

  "Oh, a fucking scene?" Lo asked, eyes going bright.

  "Lo loves romance novels," Janie explained, scrunching up her face.

  "And Janie is a book snob," Lo shot back, small-eyeing her friend. "Anyway, continue..."

  "Then we, um, almost kissed. We were interrupted, though. And he ran off... and I didn't hear from him for five weeks."

  "Wait... what?" Mina jumped in for the first time. "Five weeks? What was the possible reason for that?"

  "I guess because he felt like he didn't..." I trailed off, unsure how to word it in a way that didn't make me sound kind of arrogant or something.

  "Deserve a girl like you," Elsie supplied, giving me a smile. "To be fair, I'm not sure he actually does."

  "Well, you might get sure if you hear what he did over the weekend for her," Kennedy said, smiling at me. "Reeve blabbed to Pagan, and Pagan told me," she explained.

  "What'd he do for you?" Elsie asked, head tipped to the side. "I thought Kenz said she was watching your fish so you could go to some book convention."

  "Yeah," Alex piped in. "But when has Reese ever gone out of town on her own before, Else?"

  "Fair point."

  "He took you to Bookjam, didn't he?" Lo asked, clearly a reader, as was Janie, which, well, made them awesome people in my book.

  "He did," I agreed, not able to hold back the smile that made my cheeks hurt. "And he didn't complain once as I browsed around all day. And he took me to all the cool spots in the city. And, yeah, it was the best vacation ever."

  "Cy did good," Lo agreed, nodding
. Likely, as a book lover herself, understanding how awesome it was to spend a whole day around books.

  "So this is like super new," Bethany concluded. "This is your first day back, right?"

  "Ah, yeah."

  "This is pretty cool, I gotta say," Maze said. "To watch him go all moon-eyed? I know the guys were ribbing him something fierce for a month about it. I guess we all know why now. He was missing you. And that's just the cutest damn thing."

  Okay, maybe I shouldn't have been, but I was totally happy to hear that. Quite frankly, I had been on an emotional rollercoaster that entire month-plus, and it almost made me feel better about it knowing that he hadn't been out living it up either.

  "Aw look at Maze going all sappy," Janie teased, giving her a smirk.

  "So," Elsie announced, slapping her hand down on my knee, "you've met her. We heard about how they got together. We can leave her alone now, right?"

  True, there was a small part of her argument that likely had a lot to do with needing to get to work, but a bigger part of it was her simply trying to stand up for me, knowing I wasn't a 'crowd person,' and that even if I did have to face them, I preferred to be prepared.

  "We barely got to know her," Maze complained.

  "Well, she can come Sunday, and you guys can grill her," Lo offered, giving me an apologetic smile, knowing, it seemed, that they would be doing just that. Grilling me.

  "What's Sunday?"

  "We do a brunch as many times a month as we can," Bethany offered.

  "It used to be things on a whim," Janie added. "But then we all started having kids, and the only time we could all seem to get away at once was in the early morning hours on Sunday when the kids are sleeping in and don't notice we're all gone."

  "So Sunday at seven-thirty, yeah, I know," Kennedy said with a lip curl. "It's an obscene hour, but if you don't show, they are going to sic Alex on you."

  "You'd only be missing a few tufts of hair," Alex promised with a grin as she patted the side of my head.

  "Okay. Sunday at seven-thirty."

  "Oh, at that place that used to be the best twenty-four-hour diner and is now a mediocre breakfast place," Lo explained as she started shuffling the other women toward the door. "It was nice to meet you, Reese."