Forging Steel (Steel Riders MC Book 3) (5 page)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Cyn waited until after nine to call Hank, hoping his meeting was done.

“Hey, I was wondering if you were going to call.”

Cynthia lifted an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“No reason, just nerves, I guess,” he told her.

“Yeah, you never know who is really there for you until they show up, right?”

“Something like that, but nothing to do with you.”

“Good, because I haven’t come this far with you to ditch you now,” Cyn told him. “But, hey, can Daphne use your spare bedroom tonight?”

“It’s been awhile since the sheets were changed in there, so I’ll have to remake the bed, but yes, I would be fine with that. Will you be in my bed?”

“Nowhere else I’d rather be, lover,” she assured him.

Cyn rode and Daphne brought her truck. She skipped out of it when they arrived and hugged Cyn. “God, I love that truck! I’ve never even dreamed of having something like that!”

“I think I’m being replaced by a V8,” Cyn teased.

“Could be,” Daphne said. “It does give good vibration.”

Cyn slapped her ass. “Brat.”

“Slut.”

“Bimbo.”

“Carrot.”

“Hey!” Cyn said. “Foul.”

“And bimbo wasn’t because I’m blond?”

“Well,” Cyn said and kissed her cheek, “come on, let’s get inside. Get your bag so we’ll have clean clothes in the morning.”

Hank was in the living room. Cyn ran and jumped into his arms, planting a kiss on his lips. “Hey big guy! How was your boy’s club meeting?”

He eased her back down to the floor. “Good. I’m just cleaning up from it, actually. I changed the bed already. Why don’t you show Daphne the room and bathroom. The bathroom has a nightlight you can flip on while you’re in there so she doesn’t bump into things, since she’s in a strange house.”

“Eccentric,” Daphne said as she looked around. “But I wouldn’t say strange, really. Very man-style, though. Nothing Cyn can’t fix for you, but I think she got here just in time. You were on your way to becoming a bear with furniture.”

“Come on!” Cyn laughed, and she pulled Daphne out by the arm. Daphne waved goodbye to Hank as she was spun around.

Cyn got her into the room and closed the door. “You are such a brat!”

“Yeah, I am, but you love me, so…” She kissed Cyn deeply, wrapping her arms around her and holding her close. “Thank you for asking him. I’m sure I’ll be much better here than alone there.”

“No worries, baby. I think he’s planning on going to bed soon, so let’s show you how to work the TV—”

“No need. I’m already sleepy. See you in the morning?”

“Yes, you will,” Cynthia said and gave her a quick kiss.

Daphne was already stripping when Cyn closed the door behind her and went out to find Hank again.

This is ridicules. I’ve got one lover upstairs and one downstairs. If Hank hadn’t told me he didn’t enjoy threesomes, I’d be tempted to get us all in the same room
, she thought to herself.

She found him in the kitchen just finishing cleaning the last glass and putting it in the dishwasher.

“Thinking about threesomes?” he asked.

“Okay, that’s just fucking scary,” she told him.

“Natural. This has to be somewhat awkward for you, and you don’t want to make either of us feel like you don’t care about us, but you can’t be in two beds at once, so—”

“Threesome, right,” she agreed.

He turned and looked at her. “You know, the threesome I told you about happened at a party. I barely knew the two girls, and neither of them knew each other. It was just one of those drug-induced moments you read about in Penthouse,” he admitted.

“Well, shit, Hank!” she hissed so she wouldn’t bother Daphne. “No wonder you didn’t feel a connection — it
was
just sex!”

“You’re saying it would be different with you and Daphne?”

“You’re damn right it would be!” she told him.

“Alright. I’ll be upstairs and happy no matter how you come up to join me.”

And with that, Hank walked out of the kitchen.

She watched him go, wondering what the fuck had just happened.

She tried to picture Daphne in bed with them, and the image came surprisingly easily. Maybe it was the increased level of intimacy that scissor-time brought with it, but even thinking about Hank’s cock in Daphne’s mouth didn’t raise any issues at all.

Still stunned by just how easily Hank put her in this position, she walked to the spare bedroom door and tapped it with a knuckle. She opened the door slowly. Daphne was on her back, and since she slept on her belly, it was obvious what Cyn had just interrupted.

“Can I talk to you?” she asked Daphne.

“Um, alright,” Daphne answered, her hip twisting slightly under the blanket.

Sitting down on the bed next to her, Cyn brushed a lock of hair from Daphne’s face. “I, um, well. Would you like to join us?”

“You mean, upstairs?”

“Yes, upstairs, in Hank’s room. Is that too weird for you?”

“Is it too weird for you?” she asked in return.

“Yeah, a little, but it’s also more of a turn-on than I thought it would be,” Cyn admitted.

“It’s a turn-on thinking about me getting fucked by Hank?” Daphne asked.

“It’s a turn-on thinking about the two people I love most sharing something special with me,” Cyn told her.

“Have you ever done this before?”

“No. I’ve never had a woman like you as a friend before,” Cyn admitted.

“You mean, a lesbian?”

“No, I mean a woman I loved, like I love you,” Cyn explained. “I mean this to be special, between the three of us, and if you don’t think it would be special for you, that’s alright. I’ll come down and sneak into bed with you in the morning.”

Daphne looked down at her lap and then back to Cyn. “It’s just, I know how you feel about crossing lines, and I would want to experience both of you. All of you. And, well—”

“You mean you feel like you want to be with me all the way,” Cyn clarified.

“That ruins it for you, doesn’t it?” Daphne said.

Cyn didn’t answer for a long time. Then she leaned forward and kissed Daphne. She parted her lips with her tongue, which Daphne greedily accepted. She had never kissed her like this before. Daphne began making whimpering sounds of pleasure in her throat as Cyn slid her hand under the sheets and between her legs. It was easier than she had thought it would be to find Daphne’s aroused clitoris.

Daphne moaned with surprised pleasure and embraced Cyn harder, cupping her breast and pulling at her nipples from under her t-shirt.

Cyn pulled her hand back and broke their kiss. Daphne was panting with arousal.

“Daphne, I kind of really want this. I know what you mean, that if you have to watch everything you do with me, it’s going to take a great deal away from the experience. I’m just going to ask that you keep my feelings in mind, but enjoy me, and Hank, as much as you would like.”

Daphne was still wide-eyed. “You have no idea how long I have fantasized about kissing you like that.”

“Long time I guess, huh?” Cyn smiled.

“Since the laundromat,” Daphne admitted. “It was much better than I imagined.”

Cyn got up and offered Daphne her hand. “Come on, come upstairs and love me.”

The two of them entered Hank’s room together, naked and holding hands. 

“Hello, Daphne,” Hank said.

“Hello, Hank. I’ve treated you so badly. Are you sure you want me?” Daphne asked.

Hank held out his hand, and Daphne walked slowly to him, letting go of Cyn’s hand. Cyn followed her to the end of the bed, watching as Daphne took Hank’s hand and then slid up on the bed facing him.

Daphne said, “I’m not going to see you after this, am I. Tomorrow is the big day. I’m not sure what that means, but I know it is dangerous.”

“Sometimes things work out, and I’m hoping that what I have planned will work. But yes, it is very possible that this will be the last time we ever see each other, at least for a very long time,” Hank agreed.

“There’s so much I want to say. It’s all boggled up in my mind. I don’t know where to start,” Daphne told him.

“Why don’t we start with a kiss,” Hank suggested.

“Yes, that’s a good place to start,” Daphne agreed.

Cyn watched the two people she loved most in the world kiss, waiting for the pangs of jealously that never came. Daphne was tentative, shy, when they began, but soon she had her arms around Hank’s neck and her body pressed against his. Hank’s hands rubbed her long legs and cupped her tight little ass. Cyn felt sensations watching him do this. She felt what it was like to have him cup her ass in those strong hands, and the feeling of Daphne’s ass cupped in her own hand. The arousal she felt from this warmed her pussy with radiating heat.

They continued to kiss and fondle. Daphne was pressing her breasts, which were rounder than Cyn’s teardrops, into Hank’s chest while making happy noises in her throat. Cyn came onto the other side of the bed and pulled the sheet back, revealing Hank’s cock. She watched as it grew harder. She crawled toward it on hands and knees, and then took it in her mouth. She curled up alongside his long legs and began to stroke and suck him.

The mood felt sensuous and seductive to Cynthia. Passion was rising, but so was intimacy. She sucked Hank’s cock with long, lovingly deep strokes while listening to Daphne’s pleasure growing.

When Daphne moaned and cried, “Oh Hank,” she glanced over and found that Hank had his hand down between her thighs. Cyn moaned a little, knowing how those fingers felt with they moved inside her and stretched her open.

Daphne was now draped across Hank with her arms loosely around Hank’s neck to hold her up. “I’m so hot, Hank. You’re going to make me come.” She spread her thighs apart a little more and pressed her face against Hank’s chest, snuggling. “Oh yes, just like that, Hank. Please, just like that. Yes, I’m going to come. I’m going to, oh, oh yes, I’m coming, Hank!”

Daphne’s body arched, her breast lifting toward the ceiling, her head bending back toward the bed. Hank’s left arm caught her across the back as she lost her grip on him during her throes of pleasure. Her thighs quivered and shook, and her toes were bent back and splayed.

Hank lifted her body and took her breast into his mouth, suckling her firm, round breast, and Cyn could see his arm fucking his hand into her faster and faster.

“Again!? You want me to come again?” Daphne cried with a voice that was helpless and vulnerable, and yet very sexy and eager.

Cyn continued to suck on Hank’s cock, but she was mesmerized by the display in front of her. Her own pussy was aching with empathetic passion. Daphne’s head was back up, her abs were clutching, and her eyes were on Hank’s hand as he fucked her pussy with his fingers. She reached over with her left hand and grabbed his forearm, her own arm flexing as she tried to slow him down, but Cyn could have told her that Hank was way too strong to make him stop if he didn’t want to.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Daphne panted as her body began to tremble. She made a greater effort at pulling at his arm, but then her body began to arch again. “Oh, Hank, Hank, oh, I’m coming,” she whimpered, and then she was lost to the throes of another climax, her hips bucking and twisting, her thighs slamming and squeezing together around Hank’s arm. Then Hank changed his action, and Daphne’s body jumped as if he had shocked her with an electric wire. Her wail was filled with lust and agony.