The Lyon Trilogy (23 page)

"Cyrus my man you ready
to go?"

We found Cyrus in the hotel
room we'd rented for him with his few meager belongings all packed up and ready
to go. I like the spark of excitement I saw in the old guy's eyes as we gave
him the keys to the rental we got him to follow us home in.

"I haven't handled a
vehicle in years son." He played with the keys in his hand.

"It'll come back to you
and if you feel nervous one of the guys will be more than happy to take the
wheel no problem."~

"No no, I don't want to put
you out anymore than I already have you're already doing so much for me as it
is." he looked like he was about to cry.

"Cyrus buddy, cut that
shit out yeah, what I'm doing, what we're doing we're doing because it's the
human thing to do you get me, there's no need to feel beholden, look at it this
way, if you believe in what goes around comes around, then somebody upstairs
must've put in a good word for you for what you did for your wife. Consider
this a debt paid, now let's go, my guys are getting itchy for home.

"Well then, since you put
it that way lead on son." His voice was gruff with tears but he held it
together as we left the room.

He followed me out of the room
to the parking lot where the guys were waiting, Katarina was being a mother
hen, stocking his car with goodies for the road in case he got hungry or
thirsty, that's the only reason she hadn't followed me to his room, she'd been
too busy raiding the gas station across the street, her and the sisters.

"Cy, Cy, you all set,
ready to go?"

I had to roll my eyes at her
nickname for him, he seemed to take it all in stride though if the shit eating
grin that broke out across his face was anything to go by.

“Ms. Katarina." They
hugged like old friends and Kat started filling him in on all the things she'd
seen on our ride to and from Arizona until I pulled on her ponytail.

"Get the lead out
beautiful, you can badger poor Cyrus when we get home."

"Oh alright." She
gave me her cute as fuck pouty face before coming under the arm I held out for
her.

"Here Cyrus take this,
it's set on the right frequency, we'll be riding half in front and half behind
you, but if you run into trouble just press this button here and you'll get me
okay."

"Thanks Colt much
obliged."

He shook his head as he
climbed behind the wheel as if he couldn't quite believe the turn his life had
taken. If I had my way Mr. Cyrus Reed will have nothing but sunshiny days from
here on out and knowing the women in my life, all of them, the old guy would
have all the love and attention he could stand.

I got an extra tight squeeze
of appreciation from my baby when we climbed back on my bike; that was all the
thanks I needed.

Home, fuck, feels like forever
since we'd been gone, it was good to see the green green grass of home as the
song goes. We did our usual drop off making sure everyone got home safe, I
hadn't told her as yet about Cyrus's living arrangements, after I'd picked her
up from her mother's we'd made a straight shoot for home and conversation had
been light since she'd pulled her sleeping act on me again. I hadn't minded
though because I'd ridden her pretty hard the night before and I was beginning
to notice that whenever I took her long and hard during the night she was
barely cognizant the next day. Then when we'd stopped that first night I'd had
more important things to do with her than talk, like getting her used to me
being inside her. At least that’s the excuse I gave myself but I do enjoy that
tight as fuck fit.

I pulled into my parents'
driveway with a sleepy Kat behind me and a wilting Cyrus bringing up the rear.

"Wanna go home." She
grumble moaned into my back.

"I know baby, we're
almost there let’s just get Cyrus settled and we'll be off." Shit, she
woke up fully at that.

"Settled, what do you mean
settled, why isn't he coming home with us?"

"Babe I'll make this
quick because I don't want Cyrus hearing us arguing about this, mom and dad
have the guest cottage, which means he'd have his own space, put yourself in
his place. I know you're excited to have him here with us but he's a grown man,
he needs his own space his own key to turn in his door doesn't matter that he
won't be paying for it. Just leave it for now babe we'll talk about it later at
home okay Angel?"

"I guess so." She
sulked at me, poor baby.

"Come on I'll make it up
to you now don't make Cyrus feel bad okay."

Cyrus had been busy collecting
his stuff from the trunk all this time thank heavens and so missed all the
theatrics. By this time mom and dad had heard the bike and car and were heading
outside to meet us.

Mom was all welcoming smiles
while dad held back a little, that's dad for you, he played shit close to his
chest, I checked to make sure he wasn't toked because who knows what the hell
would come out of his mouth then, but he seemed lucid enough.

"Mom, dad, this is Cyrus
Reed, Cyrus my parents Daniel and Elena Lyon."

"So pleased to meet you
Cyrus, now I know you guys have been on the road all day and you’re tired so
why don't I just show you to the cottage and we'll catch up in the morning, I
made dinner and have it warming over there for you, sounds good?"

"Sounds fine by me
ma'am."

"None of that ma'am stuff
I'm Elena that's Daniel or doc and you're Cyrus, deal?"

"Deal." Ok, he
looked relaxed enough; mom's effusiveness wasn't scaring him.

The women led Cyrus off while
I stayed back with dad.

"You did good son, real
good."

"Thanks dad, uh
dad."

"Yeah yeah I know, your
mom already told me, he's a vet you say?"

"Yep." I pretty much
knew what was coming out of his mouth next.

"Pretty sure he can teach
me a thing or two, I wonder if he'd do a bomb with me, your mom refuses."

"Oh man, take it easy on
him will ya he's an old guy."

"Son life might have
added a few miles to him but he's not much older than your mom and I."

I just shook my head and
followed as he went in the same direction as the others.

We said our goodbyes after Kat
insisted on seeing Cyrus settled, not for nothing, but I have the feeling poor
Cyrus was going to have a hell of a time being in the middle of a tug of war
between my two favorite girls.

After that first time on the
road there wasn't really much said on the airwaves about the fucker but I kept
my channels open, meanwhile it was back to business as usual. I'd thought to
give Cyrus at least a week or two to get settled in before seeing what if
anything he wanted to do, but by day three he was begging to come to the shop.
Apparently mom's idea of entertaining a retired gentleman was to have her hen
pack over for their club meetings, which now involved how to make over poor
Cyrus so he could meet someone suitable.

"Sorry about that buddy
you sure you want to do this Cy because you don't have to you know, you're good
either way."

"Son, these women are
like to drive me batty, I've never been poked and prodded at so much in my
life, please let me in the shop at least there I can do some good."

"Alright my man, you
driving that old horse mom gave you?"

"Yep, you know your mom I
think it'll hurt her feelings if I didn’t; besides it's a right fine car,
better than any I've ever owned before that's for sure."

"It's a Volvo Cy, the
woman's obsessed with the damn things, anyway just put the address into the
GPS, you know how or you need me to tell you."

"Your dad already did
that, he put in the shop and your home address and Stacy and Em's place along
with some other things that I haven't a clue, by the way did you
know......."

"Oh man, don't tell me,
he's been smoking right?"

"Oh so you know, he is
right funny as hell when he gets to toking as he calls it, now your father in
law was over the other night to play poker, and it was like showdown at the
okay corral around here." He laughed at some inside joke, I could just
imagine.

"What happened?" I
could feel a headache coming on, I really was gonna have to do something about
dad and his new hobby the man was out of control.

"They were arguing about
the merits of wacky weed as Drake calls it and Daniel was puffing away the
whole time while Drake was trying to find a reason to arrest him for being a
nuisance. The upshot was that Daniel claimed Drake was just mad because he
still couldn't smoke since he's the law, according to him Drake's being
oppressed by the man." I thought Cyrus was going to choke to death on his
own laughter after that, I have to admit I got a really good chuckle out of
that one myself, never a dull moment.

After we hung up I went to
find Angel in the office to give her the news, we've been back three days and
with playing catch up she hadn't really had time to see her new friend, just
phone calls here and there, she'd be excited to know he'd be here during the
day.

She still spoke to her mom on
the phone every night which I dreaded because I was afraid Tina might one day
hear about Taylor's missing status and mention it to her, maybe after enough
time went by they wouldn't be able to put two and two together and figure out
the timing, but I had no control over that now.

She was busy plugging away on
the computer which reminded me, I had to get her little ass enrolled in some
kind of classes, she could do that shit online if she wanted to but she was
doing it, it was her dream to go to college after all so why not.

I stood in the doorway and
watched her until she felt my stare and looked up with a smile.

"Hi sir." She gave
me that coy look that she knew made me fuck hard the little tease. I walked
over and laid one on her.

"Hi baby you almost done,
it's almost lunch."

"Hmm, one more
kiss." She begged so I fed her my tongue as I pinched her nipple.

"You wearing panties
baby?" She nodded her head and bit her lip.

"Let me see."

She lifted the hem of her
skirt slowly until the crotch of her sheer panties was exposed.

"Fuck." I slid my
hand down her front until my fingers touched her bare already wet pussy, I did
a little poking~~around until my fingers were soaked then pulled them out and
sucked them into my mouth.

"Uhmmm, your taste is
fucking amazing Angel; listen I'd love to eat you for lunch but we'll be having
a visitor soon no time."

"Please, just a little,
who is it, grumpy Grimaldi?" She squirmed in her seat.

"No babe, it's Cyrus,
he's coming to work in the shop."

"Yeah Cyrus is gonna be
here, that's good he won't be bored, I was worried about that."

"That's the idea, listen
you have an appointment with Stacy later on this evening don't forget."
Stacy was gonna start her art this evening; we'd decided to start small and do
it in increments, maybe stretch it out over a couple of weeks at least. I was a
little worried about the discomfort she'd endure, working anywhere near the
spine was about the most painful when it came to tattoos but if we took things
slow and easy that would alleviate some of the stress.

“I can't wait to get
started."

"Yeah and I can't wait to
put my mark on you." I stole another kiss before heading out to see about
lunch, since we had so much catching up to do and everyday new orders were
coming in, one of us guys ran out and got food for everyone; that was unless
one of the sisters didn't run something over. Today was my turn so it was going
to be deli sandwiches and chips and they'd better be happy with that shit or
they could go hungry, complaining fucks.

Little Miss. Kat

Does he have any idea what it
does to me when he says things like that, how it makes me melt inside?
Sometimes I have to literally pinch myself to make sure I'm awake, that I'm
really here and this is really happening. Especially this last few days since
we've been back, he's been extra attentive and sweet, even more so than usual
and that's saying a lot. Sometimes I'd catch him looking at me like he was
studying me or something, hopefully he was thinking the same thing I was, how
awesome it was that we'd found each other. It's hard to believe that my life
had taken this remarkable turn, I'd gone from almost total despair to being the
happiest I'd ever been in my life it's almost scary, like waiting for the other
shoe to drop or something, but somehow I knew Colton would be there to pick it
up if that should happen and that was the most amazing thing of all.

The Lyon

I held her hand as Stacy
started on her back; my baby is just a little bit squeamish when it comes to
needles, something she hadn't shared with me until lately. When I'd asked her
how she’d planned on getting tattooed if that was the case she'd said it was
something she really really wanted and she'd planned to just take something
which I had to inform her would've been a bad idea.

I kept up a running commentary
the whole time, the wings were going to be the color of her fuck awesome indigo
eyes with black and silver tips, I'm not sure but I think we were working on
the bottom half of just one of them today and working in quarter increments
over the next few weeks. Shit took a while because Stacy was very particular
about her skills so we were there for a minute.

I took her home and put her to
bed after because she was a little fussy, she complained that her skin felt hot
itchy and tight so I gave her something for the pain. She tossed and turned all
night so I ended up pulling her onto my chest for the rest of it.

The next morning she was back
to normal if a little sore so I took it easy on her as she rode me to climax.

Things were pretty much back
to normal; my guys were cruising along and I was learning to live with what I'd
had to do. Business was jumping and that fuck Grimaldi kept me on my toes seems
he really took a shine to my girl because the amount of work he kept sending my
way was unprecedented. The only speck on my otherwise perfect fucking existence
was the asshole Rossettis, James had decided to play hardball and was trying to
hit back at my family's business which was a joke, it's like a sardine going up
against a shark, shit just didn't make any damn sense.

The phone calls had stopped
but he'd embarked on a smear campaign while I'd been away which my PR people
and my lawyers were only too excited about. The stupid fuck probably never
heard of a defamation suit.

"Morning Ms.
Katarina."

"Cyrus you're here."

I heard her jabbering away
from my office where I've been playing catch-up on some paperwork; I found
myself smiling as I listened in on their banter, before I could climb out from
behind my desk to go greet the old guy she was already leading him out to the
shop talking a mile a minute. It made my heart feel good to know that she felt
confident enough to do that shit. Just a few short weeks ago she would've never
been that bold.

I took an extra five to finish
up some stuff before following after them but was waylaid once again by the arrival
of her father.

"Chief Sloan!"

“Colton, you got a
minute?"

"Sure." I hadn't
really seen or spoken to the chief since I'd told him I was keeping her, his
daughter was the only reason he could have for searching me out and we'd
already had that conversation so seeing him standing in my office was a bit of
a surprise.

"What can I do for you
sir?"

"Got a call from a friend
in Arizona."

I felt my heart pick up speed,
I'm a hundred percent sure that we were in the clear but you never know; how
the fuck had I fucked up? I kept my cool though and showed nothing on my face.

"I don't need details
son, but just tell me one thing, is my daughter safe?"

I didn't answer him, just
looked into his eyes; if it had been my life alone on the line I wouldn't have
thought twice about giving him something, but there was no way I was hanging my
guys out to dry.

"I see, alright son, you
hold fast to your secrets just make sure she's happy she deserves it."

"As long as I've got her
she's golden."

He nodded his head and went
back out the way he came.

I took a deep breath and
relaxed my tense shoulders, apparently they hadn't found anything, or at least
the chief hadn't said. I pulled out my phone and did what I had to do. There
was still no sign of Taylor; he was still listed as a missing person only;
cool.

The days flowed together
without incident, Kat's tattoo was coming along nicely, and she was getting
used to it so we didn't have too much drama. She'd taken another shopping trip
with Carol which damn near gave me a coronary but the women in my family
convinced me that I had to cut the apron strings, yeah funny. I know one thing
was for sure, if shit went down like last time I was seriously going to slap a
bitch no joke.

She'd come home with what I'd
since termed 'the drive Colton crazy' clothes.' Everything was either clingy,
short or showed off her tits.

"Babe, what the fuck,
didn't we talk about this?"

"What?" She was busy
trying on her new shit, some short flirty number that barely went past her
hips.

"You're not wearing that shit
out of this house." Was she trying to drive me fucking insane, I thought
she learned that lesson the last time and what the fuck was my sister thinking
helping her buy this shit. I liked sexy as much as the next guy but there was
no way she was wearing that band aid outside this fucking house. What the fuck!

"Please Colt, I like
it." She pouted at me and batted her damn lashes, look at this shit she's
learning how to reel me in.

"How about I only wear it
when I'm with you?" She walked over and wrapped her arms around one of
mine.

Fucking girl is gonna give me
grey hair.

I left her alone this time
because, what's the fucking point, her new crew which consisted of my mother,
my sisters and Char would be on my ass I'm sure if I put my foot down not that
that would really stop me I just don't feel like dealing with their shit right
now. I barely made it through the end of the fashion show before she was being
boned hard on a bed of her new purchases. Yep, all that shit was house wear.