Page 20 of Made for Cyn

“Whatever. Are we done?” I snarl, crossing my arms over my chest and suppressing a whimper when I rub my aching nipples.

“For now.”

The front doors open, and Jig and Bastion slide into their respective seats.

“What did I miss?” Jig says with a smug smile, looking at me curiously.

I flush to the roots of my hair and Cyn sighs. “Hand me a phone.”

Jig reaches into the glove box and hands him a phone that I reluctantly take when he holds it out to me.

“How am I supposed to explain this?” I mutter, staring at the brand-new smartphone in my hand.

Who are these guys, and why do they conveniently have phones hanging out in their glove box?

“If anyone asks, tell them you’re sending me pussy pics,” Cyn says crudely.

Gasping, I narrow my eyes and seethe. “You’re a motherfucking jerk.”

Cyn’s eyes go wide before he chuckles. “Perhaps. But you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

With that, he opens the door, and I step from the vehicle, avoiding touching him because apparently, I can’t control myself. He slides back inside, and I turn away with a sigh. Despite his rude behavior, I’m tight and achy with a hunger I’ve never experienced before.

Damn Iris for whatever she’s doing that’s caught the attention of these guys!

The vehicle pulls away, and I start to relax, only to stiffen back up when Cyn calls out, “Beauty.”

Turning back warily, I spy him leaning out the window, his emerald eyes flashing. “Don’t forget who’s dick you’ll be riding when you’re ready to lose that cherry.”

Jig laughs from the front seat and Cyn curves his lip in a devilish smirk. Clenching my jaw, I watch them drive away, disgusted by the fact that my core spasmed painfully at his promise.

I’m still staring after the vehicle when Iris emerges beside me. “Let’s go.”

Grimly, I follow her to the car and watch the world fly by. Cyn’s demands and Iris’ mysterious meetup with the strange guy roll through my head until I can take it no more. “Who was that guy, Iris?”

“Just a friend,” she mumbles.

“A friend?”

“Yes. What’s the big deal?”

“He seemed a little, um, scary,” I say, eyeing her skeptically.

A few days ago, she was hanging all over Bastion, and either she moved on quickly, or something else is afoot. Frankly, I’m disappointed by the deception.

“Naw, Saul’s a pussycat,” she says with a smile, but she won’t look me in the eye.

Saul? What happened to Razor?

Once we’re home, I head straight for the shower and stand under the warm spray, allowing myself a minute to revel in the feeling of being genuinely kissed for the first time.

Rand’s pathetic attempt doesn’t count, especially not after the way Cyn took control. I’ve never put much thought into what I would like, but his rough demeanor was a huge turn-on. Who knew?

And the way Cyn made my body light up is something I never thought possible. I guess the whole sex thing is as good as everyone makes it out to be.

The problem is, despite how seriously sexy Cyn is, he’s using me and said he has no use for me beyond being my first. Jerk doesn’t even begin to describe him at this point.

It’s not that I’m looking for marriage exactly. I mean, hello, I’m eighteen. But knowing he’d more than likely drop me after getting what he wants is a complete buzz kill. Am I being stupid? I don’t know, but the girls who hang off him don’t seem to care that he’s not exclusive.

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