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  “Daphne?” Cyn had time to voice before Daphne found, licked, and then sucked on her painfully hard clit.

  If she was looking to produce a show for Hank, she succeeded, because her timing was perfect. Cyn’s body arched with the wild and wicked pleasure jolting through her body just as Hank came through the bedroom door with three beers in his hand. Cyn twisted her hips and pushed at Daphne’s head, but Daphne was fully on her with her hands wrapped around Cyn’s thighs — and god damn it, she felt so fucking good doing this to her.

  Helpless and caught by her own wantonness, she looked to Hank with wide, imploring eyes. “Hank?” she whimpered, and then groaned and twisted again as Daphne consumed her.

  Hank’s cock was ridged.

  Cyn looked to his eyes for help, but all she found there was lust. “Oh shit,” she whimpered as another wave of pleasure seethed out from Daphne’s tongue and lips.

  Hank took a long drink while watching them, and then set the beers down on the nightstand and crawls up on the bed to kiss her. Cyn’s clawing hand grabbed him by the neck. “Honest, Hank,” she cried. “Never like this before. Not once.”

  “You look so fucking sexy right now,” he told her. “God, you are so beautiful.”

  “Hank?”

  “I love you, Cyn, I love you so much!”

  Cyn’s orgasm began to roll over her. She gripped Hank’s hair with her right hand. With her left, she gripped Daphne’s hair and pulled her into her pussy while grinding her hips into the other woman’s mouth. “Is this what you want, Hank? You like to see me like this?” she cried in an agonized voice.

  “Yes,” Hank told her, and her orgasm climaxed.

  “Oh dear fucking mercy!” Cyn screamed, looking down at Daphne, who was watching her climax with wide, attentive eyes. “Fuck Daphne! Oh shit! You’re so fucking good, baby!”

  Daphne reached down quickly and rubbed her own clit while still licking and sucking at Cyn’s over-excited pussy. But Hank moved down behind Daphne’s lifted ass, and with dexterous hands, he found her opening and pushed his cock inside her.

  Daphne screamed a moan of torrential pleasure.

  “Cyn! Oh god, Cyn! He’s so fucking thick!” she cried out, and her hips bucked wildly in Hanks hands as he started to fuck her with serious energy.

  Cyn scooted down the bed and under Daphne until Daphne’s head was between her breasts. She rubbed her face and ran her finger through her long blond hair while Hank gave Daphne a taste of Neanderthal sex.

  “I’m going to come, Cyn!” Daphne cried apologetically.

  “Give it to me, baby. I want to see you come,” she told the blond, who was writhing and clawing at the sheets around her.

  Daphne climaxed hard, and Cyn watched her with wonder, knowing that this was what she looked like when Hank fucked her this way: completely out of control and crying out rapturous words.

  She looked up at Hank. “Come in her, Hank. She wants it. She wants to feel you come. Give it to her. I want you to. I love you, Hank. Fuck her, fuck her hard!”

  Daphne went through two more tectonic orgasms before Hank pounded his climax into her.

  They talked, and drank, and had sex together until the early hours. It was much more loving from that point on. The level of intimacy brought tears to Cyn’s eyes several times, and she noticed Daphne wiping her eyes a few times as well.

  “You feel a connection this time, lover?” she asked Hank.

  “God, yes,” he breathed. “The love between you two is amazing.”

  “Second only to the love I have for you, Hank,” she told him. “You come back to me, Hank. You come back to me so we can do this again.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  Cyn woke close to ten o’clock and close to orgasm. Her body was bowing and lifting her breasts to the ceiling. Her hands went down between her legs and gripped fine, soft hair. “Daphne?”

  She climaxed, and Daphne took her into a beautiful, golden warm afterglow.

  Daphne snaked up her body, and then a completely new sensation began. Daphne was rubbing and grinding her own clit into hers. This wasn’t scissors. Daphne was just fucking her, grinding into her, and the look in her eyes was lustful and urgent.

  “Oh god, baby,” Cyn pleaded with soft, agonized words. “What are you doing to me?”

  Cyn climaxed with Daphne, like she always did when they were together like this, and it was a loving, pure, light orgasm that flushed through her, as if Daphne’s love for her had become liquid and was rushing through her bloodstream.

  “Daphne, baby,” Cyn moaned, “that’s not fair.”

  ***

  They got into the bath together. Daphne went in front because she said she was the girly one.

  “Is that so,” Cyn laughed.

  “Well, yeah.” Daphne said like it was too obvious to explain. “You’re the one that picks fights with patch holders, and wins.”

  “Are you calling me butch?” Cyn asked in a near offended tone of voice.

  “Hey, if the ass-kicking boots fit…” Daphne told her, and then turned and kissed her quickly before lowering herself further into the water.

  “Brat.”

  “Slut.”

  “Lesbo.”

  “Dike.”

  “Hey, I’m not a lesbian,” Cyn objected.

  “You love a lesbian,” Daphne pointed out.

  “Yes, true.”

  “You have lesbian sex,” Daphne continued.

  “I do now, you little pixie,” Cyn told her.

  “But you aren’t a lesbian.”

  “Exactly.”

  “I get that,” Daphne agreed with a nod.

  “Are you being sarcastic?”

  “No, not at all. After you explained it to me yesterday, I totally got it. You said that you could be the comfort but not the cure. And I realized just how much you loved me then. I mean, I hear all the time guys and even some of the sisters say things like I’m with you body and soul, but you are the first person I have ever seen ride a dark mile and mean that. Totally mean that. Honestly Cyn, it melted me. You could have told me I could be your bitch, and it wouldn’t have touched me that deeply. I know I didn’t make it sound like it then, but I was just blown away.”

  Daphne looked up at her. “I’ve never felt loved the way you love me, Cyn.”

  They relaxed then, soaking up the heat, Cyn idly caressing Daphne’s left breast while resting her right arm across the edge of the tub.

  This is really nice, she thought to herself.

  She was close to dozing off when the creak of a floorboard in the hall by the open bathroom door caught their attention.

  Cyn jerked her head over her shoulder and saw a man, in a gray suit and a long coat standing in the open doorway. He was looking toward the master bedroom.

  Cyn pulled the Glock 9mm from the holster nailed to the wall behind the tub. “Can I help you?”

  The man froze and looked toward them. He smiled, but it wasn’t friendly. “I was looking for Hank. Is he home?” he said with a heavy Mexican accent.

  “He left for work already,” Cyn told him, thumbing the safety off. She recalled that she had already chambered a round the last time she had found this weapon.

  “That’s a shame,” he said, and reached for the gun in his side holster.

  Cyn beat him to it. Before it cleared leather, she put three rounds in his heart.

  Automatic weapon fire exploded through the wall behind them, and Cyn slid down into the protection of the iron tub. “Pull the plug, Daphne!”

  Daphne leaned forward between her legs and found the plug. Cyn pulled her legs up close to her chest as bullets burst through the walls and slammed into the tub.

  Then she heard the sound of a clip being ejected. She jumped from the tub, rolled into the hallway, and saw a man’s head just above the last stair. She fired three rounds, and the man’s head jerked in odd ways before he disappeared.

  “The bedroom, Daphne, now!”

  Daphne came out of the tub lik
e a mink and flowed into the master bedroom.

  “Under the bed, Daphne, there’s another gun.”

  “Got it,” she said, and Cyn heard the slide of the Glock chambering a round.

  “I thought you didn’t know how to shoot?”

  “I said I don’t like to shoot. I never said I don’t know how.”

  “Ah,” she said, and pulled the gun from the dead man in the hallway. It was a .22 with a silencer.

  “Hit squad,” she breathed.

  She went into the bedroom, snatched up her phone, and called Knight.

  “Yes, Cyn?”

  “Daphne and I are under attack at Hank’s house. It’s a hit squad. Two of them are down, but I don’t know how many are left. At least one more, I’m sure of that.”

  “Stay on the line if you can,” Knight told her, and she heard him bark orders to James and Ben.

  Cyn set the phone on the nightstand and turned it on speakerphone. Then she checked the stand’s drawer and found three full clips. “Thank you, Hank,” she breathed. Then she spied something else.

  “Knight?”

  “I’m here.”

  “How do you use a hand grenade?”

  “Put the grenade in your palm, pull back the handle with your fingers, then pull the pin. Throw it, and then duck,” he told her without hesitation.

  She heard someone downstairs call out, “Ramone? Heitor? Ramone?”

  She moved quickly to the head of the stairs and pulled the pin. When the voice was close to the stairway, she tossed the grenade.

  “Aye, Madre!”

  The explosion was terrifying.

  “I think it worked,” Daphne told Knight back in the bedroom.

  “Back in the tub, Daphne, quick, and bring the phone,” Cyn told her.

  “Got it. What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to get that auto thing that guy was firing.”

  “Careful.”

  “Right.”

  Picking up the large black pistol-like gun, she found a full clip. She searched the body quickly, ignoring the mangled head. She found another clip and three round black cylinders with grenade-like pins in them. She took these and heard several Mexican voices downstairs, probably on the porch. She flew back upstairs and into the tub.

  “There are several of them outside, Knight,” she said to the phone. “I found three black metal cylinders about the size of my fist in length. They have pins in them.”

  “Flashbangs,” Knight told her. “Concussion grenades. Pull the pin, throw, and duck. But also cover your ears and look away. The sound and flash both will stun you if you are too close.”

  “Got it,” Cyn said, and handed one of the grenades to Daphne.

  Daphne took it with a determined look on her face.

  “I thought you were the girly one,” Cyn teased.

  “I am, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to kill these fuckers,” Daphne told her.

  “Knight, I’ve got an automatic gun here,” she told him, and then described it.

  “Uzi,” he told her. “There are two external safety mechanisms on an Uzi. The first is the three position selector lever located at the top of the grip and behind the trigger group.”

  “Got it.”

  “The second is in the handle, and it is there to make sure the user has a firm grip on the weapon. It’s to safeguard against accidental discharge if the weapon is dropped.”

  “A deadman switch,” Cyn said.

  “Exactly. Load the clip, pull the slide, and you are ready. The gun is going to want to climb when you fire it. So be ready to hold it down or you’ll just be putting holes in Hank’s ceiling.”

  “Right.”

  “I think they are in the house again,” Daphne said.

  Cyn listened, and she could hear hushed voices downstairs. “Listen for the stairs,” she whispered to Daphne.

  Daphne nodded, her eyes wide and fierce.

  “Now,” Daphne told her.

  Cyn didn’t second-guess her. She rose out of the tub far enough to point the gun and fire through the wall and into the stairwell. She gripped the Uzi with both hands and gave the trigger a squeeze. The recoil was amazing, but she kept it pointed at the stairwell and sprayed the wall like she might with a hose. Then she dropped back down into the tub and waited for return fire.

  She didn’t hear return fire. What she heard was the roaring of Harleys coming down the road.

  “The calvary is here,” Cyn told Knight.

  “Good. Just sit tight then,” Knight advised.

  “Fuck that!” Cyn said. She left the tub and changed the clip in the Uzi.

  “Sorry, Knight,” Daphne said. “We’ve got to go, and I can’t take you with me because we were in the bath and I don’t have any pockets.”

  “Oh, I see. Well, be careful, Shield Sisters.”

  “Got it,” Cyn told him as she picked up the Glock and changed clips in that as well.

  Outside, a firefight had started. She slung the Uzi strap over her shoulder and picked up the two flashbangs with her left hand and the Glock with her right. She looked back at Daphne, who had a fresh clip in her Glock and a flashbang in her left hand.

  “Ready?”

  “Hold on a minute,” Daphne said, and then kissed her. “Okay, let’s go kill some fuckers.”

  Their Glocks following their eyes as they searched the area, they went to the head of the stairs and looked down. A new body was at the bottom. Cyn crept down the stairs with Daphne behind her, gun out front, ready to kill anything that moved.

  Reaching the bottom, they moved into the living area. They could tell that the fighting had moved outside.

  Cyn crept up to the door of the spare bedroom and ducked inside.

  “You try for the porch with your flashbang, I’ll try out the porch door,” Cyn said.

  “You think I throw like a girl?”

  “Don’t you?”

  “Well, yeah, alright, I’ll hit the porch.”

  “Right. As soon as they go off, we run and kill them.”

  “Got it. Kiss again?”

  Cyn kissed her. “Ready now?”

  “Yes,” Daphne agreed with a nod and a bite of her lip.

  “Go.”

  They both went out the door, grenades in hand, pins pulled. Daphne tossed first, underhand, and the grenade landed near the middle of the porch past the door. Cyn threw hers like a baseball pitcher. It sailed through both doors and landed out past the stairs.

  They ducked back in the room and covered their ears.

  The concussion was unbelievable. Glass blew out from windows while cups and plates in the kitchen shattered. Pictures were blown off the wall.

  “Hank’s going to be so pissed,” Cyn said as she unstrapped the Uzi, clicked off the safety, and ran for the patio.

  Two men were on the patio. She fired into their writhing bodies without hesitation. Then she ran down the stairs. Daphne fired from behind her with a Glock in each hand, and a glance back told Cyn that she had missed one hiding in the kitchen. Daphne hadn’t.

  Down the stairs, she found three dazed men behind one of three pickup trucks. She opened fire, catching all three in her spray of bullets. Then she ducked down, searching for any more.

  “Cyn! Daphne! Hold your fire! We’re coming up!” a male voice that sounded like Ben’s shouted at them.

  Then they were there, coming up from around the trucks: eight of them, with smiles and guns. Daphne stood up and waved, and Cyn propped the Uzi against her shoulder to point it at the sky.

  Big Ed came up to her while taking off his jacket. He draped it around her shoulders as James did the same for Daphne.

  “Nice shooting,” Ed told her.

  “That’s not what Hank’s going to say when he sees his house,” Cyn told him.

  “Bad?”

  “Five inside, two on the porch, three out here: What do you think?”

  “Five out here,” James corrected. He gestured at a van on the side of the house. “I got tw
o of them before you used those damn grenades.”