Page 5 of Made for Cyn
Bastion nods at me. “Hey.”
His deep voice matches his huge frame. He towers over both of us, with arms as thick as my thighs, a chest so wide I’m not sure how he finds shirts that fit, and a shaved head that only makes him look more badass.
“Hey,” I say.
Iris leads me down the beach, Bastion following behind us quietly, as Rand calls out playfully, “See you around, Rain.”
“Douche,” Iris mutters, wrapping her arm through mine. Although I agree, I’m curious why she doesn’t like him and file it away to ask later.
A few hundred yards down, we emerge from the darkness before another bonfire, this one decidedly less innocent. Where the previous partiers sat around drinking in polo shirts and pretty, if revealing, sundresses, these kids are far less refined.
Iris and her skimpy dress fit right in among the girls wearing similarly skintight outfits or ripped jeans and tube tops. The guys, however, are wearing simple shirts and jeans, and both sexes share a mix of tattoos, piercings, and wildly colored hair.
If I thought I stood out before, I look like a positive square here.
It’s a free-for-all as people dance around the fire or make out on the beach half-dressed while others down alcohol straight from the bottle before handing it off to the next person.
Music pumps through a speaker, blaring hard, angry music that pulses in my veins heavily.
A dude with a blue mohawk drinks a swig of alcohol and blows it out, and I gasp as flames dance from his mouth. Fuck me running, but I’ve never seen such a crazy-ass thing before. Cheers ring out when he screams into the sky, the piercings in his face shining in the light of the fire.
Iris pulls me into the fray and starts to dance among a group of girls who give me the once over before turning away, uninterested. Throwing my hands in the air, I try to find the beat, swaying my hips and tossing my hair. The beer from before rolls in my stomach uncomfortably, but even so, the alcohol creates a sweet slide in my head.
Smiling into the sky, I relax for the first time all evening as Iris grabs my hips and shimmies me around, grinding against me wickedly. With a laugh, I open my eyes and meet the stare of my mystery guy, who’s standing off to the side with a group of guys.
Heat surges in my cheeks and I stumble in the sand, caught in his dark stare. His fiery gaze drops down my chest, and my nipples tighten into painful peaks as his eyes continue to rove over my swaying hips to my feet. On the way back up, he focuses on my heaving chest once more before meeting my eyes again.
My stomach swoops when one corner of his mouth quirks up, the wicked curl creating a burn in my veins until he looks away abruptly, leaving me aching and confused. Even though he’s dismissed me, I stare at him for a beat more before turning shakily back to Iris, who has a wide knowing smile on her face.
“That’s Cyn, but be careful. If he approaches you, it’s for one thing. If all you want is fuck-hot sex, go for it. If not, stay away.”
Strangely, images of Iris and him together dance through my brain, and I suck in a breath of air at the wrenching slide in my chest.
“How do you know?” I demand, mentally stepping back at my aggressive tone. What is wrong with me?
“What?”
“That it’s good sex?”
She laughs loudly, her head tilting back in abandon, and for a moment, I’m spellbound by her beauty. She’s like fire, all spicy and warm, with her red hair a halo around her face. I’m not the only one who notices either, as a series of male heads swivel in our direction at the throaty sound.
“I don’t,” she says mischievously, cocking a knowing brow, “but it’s what I’ve heard.”
Flushing, I shrug casually and move to dance again, but she grabs my shoulders and says in a severe tone, “I mean it, Rainy. Cyn isn’t someone you paint hearts around and dream about going steady with.”
She’s got a stern look on her face I rarely see, and my stomach sinks at the warning as I whisper, “Okay.”
She gives me a skeptical look but drops it, pulling my hips toward her and swaying to the music. Relieved, I glance away and resist the urge to look back at Cyn despite her warning.
Cyn. The name fits him, for surely he’s sin on a stick with his bold eyes and wicked stare.
“Yeah! Let’s get fucked up!” The guy with the blue hair shouts, raising his eyes to the sky.
Raucous cheers follow, and with a glance around, I confirm that whoever he is, he’s important because the masses are staring at him like he’s a god. He takes another swig from the bottle in his hand and passes it to the next person, who does the same. When it gets to me, I hesitate but take a sip, flushing when a few chuckles follow.
I’ve never had hard alcohol. And the beer sitting in my gut is the first I’ve had in such large quantities. It’s safe to say there’s not much partying happening in the compound, at least not by the teenagers.
Iris pulls me into a group and drops down onto the sand, cuddling into Bastion, who puts his arms around her with a rumble before grabbing her ass and giving her a sloppy kiss.
