8 comments/ 28323 views/ 52 favorites Gypsy Designs Ch. 01 By: I_Shadow This chapter doesn't contain any sex sorry, but it's needed to set the story. * Sadness hit her as she took a deep breath, looking around the impersonal apartment. Everything that had made it home was packed and loaded into the rental truck parked at the curb. Mrs. Bronson had gone out of her way to make her feel at home when she'd moved in. The overstuffed sleeper loveseat, end tables and coffee table made up the main living area while the tall dining set and stools they'd drug into the studio apartment were all that remained. She knew how lucky she was the minute she'd seen the apartment, located only a few miles from the university, she hadn't known what to expect it seemed too good to be true. The house was older, having been built in the late 1800's. After purchasing the house Mrs. Bronson and her husband renovated it into three studio apartments and one larger one so they'd have a steady income during their retirement years and be close to monitor the property. Walking to the kitchen she grabbed her overnight bag from the table at the car door closed in the driveway. Megan was back from the school, and would knock on the door, tears in her eyes when the two friends said their good byes. Megan laughed when the door opened before she could raise her hand to knock. "You've no idea how I'm going to miss trying to surprise you," she said her eyes teary meeting the golden eyes of the woman who'd become her best friend. "You realize when I finish this damn accelerated B schedule class. I'm coming down to crash with you for a week and we're going to do nothing but gossip and eat junk food don't you?" she laughed. "If you don't I'm going to come back and tell your science professor you secretly have the hots for him," she laughed wrapping Megan in a tight hug. Stepping back wiping the tears from her face Megan shook her head. "I should be happy for you, you're finally getting the opportunity you deserve and you're also going to be able to slam the door in Roland's face once and for all," she grinned sheepishly. Her stomach did a small flip, hearing his name wondering how he'd take the news his stalking victim managed to slip out from under his thumb while he was out of town. Rubbing her arms to fight off the deep chill that ran through her she shook her head. "Meg I want you to promise me if he gives you a hard time you'll let me know 'after' you call the police," she said sternly. "He isn't going to be happy and I don't want him taking it out on you or anyone else." Glancing from under her unruly bangs Megan shrugged her shoulders. "You know the security door and system Mrs. Bronson installed were because of him right? I don't think we're going to have any trouble out of that bastard we can't handle," she smiled. "I hate to say this but you'd better get on the road," she frowned walking over to the stack of boxes she needed to carry across the hall to her apartment. "There are a few surprises for you in one of those boxes," laughing seeing Megan's face lit up. "You honestly didn't think I'd leave and give you nothing but old books and knick knacks did you?" Megan wrapped her arm around her shoulders when they stepped into the hallway. "Have you said good bye to Mrs. Bronson?" Nodding her head she remembered the tears she and the older woman shed over the going away breakfast she'd made for her. "She made me crepe's for breakfast this morning with strawberries and whipped cream then told me she was going shopping so she didn't have to watch me leave and cry again," she said with a sniff. They walked out to the rental truck, her small SUV hitched to the back so she could tow it. Tossing her overnight bag in the seat she checked one more time to make sure everything was closed and locked so what few things she'd accumulated in her life wouldn't be spilling out between Boston and New York. "The roads aren't too bad right now. I think the threat of these storms rolling in has most people at home on a Saturday morning so it should be easy going," Megan said rolling her eyes. "Gypsy, call me the minute you get there and let me know everything's okay. Tell your aunt I asked about her and your uncle and I hope he gets better soon." Hugging Megan one more time Gypsy climbed in the truck. With a wave she pulled away from the curb heading toward the interstate. Merging into traffic Gypsy wondered if she should've called her aunt to make sure everything was okay for her to stay at the estate she and her uncle had managed as long as she could remember. Her aunt and uncle, Sophie and Vince had become her second parents when her parents died in a car accident her first year of college. Sophie had helped her with everything that had to be done, the house and belongings after she'd decided she wouldn't be able to live in the house again. She smiled remembering how Vince thought she and Sophie had lost their minds when they told him Gypsy wasn't going to go back for her sophomore year but was going to take some of the money from the sale of her parents house and spend some time in Europe traveling and studying on her own to see if her art degree was really the direction she wanted to go with her life. Sophie visited her for a few days last month. They'd discussed her moving in with them so she'd be closer to the city, the opportunities of people seeing her work would be much better. The estate was less than an hour from New York City and Manhattan, a commute that could easily be made by train instead of flying in and out from Boston. The house had more than enough room for her and about six others if they decided to fill the place up, Sophie told her it'd be nice to have someone else rambling around other than just she and Vince since Mr. Vaughn was seldom there anymore. Gypsy remembered the house from the few visits her and Elliot, her father, had made while she was growing up. He and his brother Vince had remained close even though her mother never seemed to care much for either of them, having said so during many arguments she'd overheard between her parents. She and Sophie would spend hours in the kitchen baking wonderful desserts or planning menus for imaginary dinner parties while her father and uncle spent hours discussing people and places she never knew. She and her mother were never close it'd always felt like an invisible wall between the two of them. Evelyn Currington-Chordane was more concerned about her social life and the large events her and her own father Barton Currington, would attend while Gypsy stayed at home with either a baby sitter or a nanny depending on her age at the time. When she was older she heard her parents arguing, her mother never one to be out done would make her disappointment well known that Gypsy had been a girl and not the desired son to carry on her maternal grandfather's business. Stopping to fill the truck up and grabbing some coffee she took a deep breath climbing back behind the wheel. She hoped this decision was the right one, she was making the step forward Sophie had told her it'd be and she wasn't simply running away, namely from Roland and the mess he'd created in her life. Roland had started as a teaching assistant for the literature department near the beginning of her third year at the university. He'd helped her on some of her research papers, before long they'd started seeing one another romantically. When she'd made the decision to do a double major which meant staying in school an additional two years he'd started to change. Everything he said became negative. Her ideas and dreams meant nothing since they weren't his. He had his own plans for their lives, when her plans didn't match his he ignored her initially before he started telling her she wasn't any smarter than the silly little freshman who had no life time goals, those people he considered idiots. The night he'd found the paperwork where she'd begun the arrangements to work on a degree in fashion design, his reaction had been the turning point for her. She'd gotten good at sitting, listening to some one yell and scream that you never did anything right, at the same time not really hearing what they were saying only appearing to be interested, a talented she'd learned from dealing with her mother. For the first time in her life she didn't know something was going to happen around her before it happened, she was focused on the bitter chill that seemed to fill the room, a feeling of something evil touching her. Roland had paced back and forth in front of her his teeth clenched, telling her what his plans were for their lives and how she 'only thought' she was going to change them. Seeing the absent nods she was giving him while she stared out the window, he stepped around the coffee table slapping her hard in the face snapping her head back against the wall. He was outraged she was treating him like a child having a tantrum, ignoring him until he wore himself down. He obviously didn't seem to think physically abusing her was outside his rights any more than the verbal abuse he heaped on her daily. Holding her hand to her face she'd stared at him. Suddenly all of the words he'd been throwing at her for the past year hit her harder than his slap. The demands, complaints, insults and negative remarks roared in her head. Flashes of her father tangled with the words as she remembered how resigned he'd become to being verbally and emotionally berated by her mother. Picking up her legs she planted them against the front of his thighs, shoving him backwards, flipping him over the coffee table with a loud crash. It seemed like only seconds before Mrs. Bronson, Megan along with Mr. Stevenson the other tenant were beating on her door, slamming it open to see what'd happened. Standing up she stepped over the coffee table and looked down at Roland who was laying there rubbing the back of his head. Shoving her hair out of her face she heard the gasps knowing the others saw the bright red hand print. Her hands shook when she screamed at him to get out, get out and never come back, never call her, get the hell out of her life and stay out. He knew it was in a bad situation when he tried to talk to her, telling her how sorry he was but she just didn't understand how things were going to be, and soon she'd face it and see things clearly. He became furious when the police arrived. Accusing her of having called them even though he knew she'd never touched the phone. Over the next year and a half he continued calling or suddenly showing up when she'd either be in class or her part time job. She'd finally taken a restraining order out against him, but that only slowed him down for a few weeks before he decided to make her suffer academically. A few of her professors who'd initially been pleased with her work began complaining she wasn't working up to their standards and if she didn't make a change they didn't see how they'd be able to give her the passing grades needed to graduate. At first she thought she might've been slacking off due to stress until she saw Roland walking out of her professor's office thanking him for being so helpful. That last year had been the toughest she'd ever had in school. She'd quit her job so Roland didn't have a public place to loiter, watching her every move, she put the extra time into her classes taking double credits continuing on through the summer making it her goal to be able to graduate much earlier than originally scheduled. Opting to not come back to campus in the spring and participate in the graduation ceremony, she'd managed to accumulate all required credits allowing her to leave school diploma in hand four weeks into the fall semester which meant she'd been able to move the second week in September. Shaking her head she rubbed her arms the chill surrounding her again, realizing she'd finished her coffee and instead of a drizzling rain it was now coming down steadily. Starting the truck she headed back onto the interstate toward her new home. ************** He walked through the house, his foot steps echoing in the silence. His frustration at having to deal with the disaster the contractor had made of his apartment during the renovations beginning to recede slightly while turning his thoughts to surprising Sophie and Vance that evening when he visited them at the hospital. It had been quite a few years since he'd spent more than a day or so at the estate they took care of for him. After finding some of his business holdings in the US needed hands on attention the choice to stay at the estate was easy due to his having commissioned serious upgrades and renovations to his apartment in the city only weeks before. Pouring a brandy he sat back in the dark study tossing the drink back when he remembered the argument he'd had with the contractor just hours before when he found that the work was not up to his standards. Closing his eyes he enjoyed the total silence the large house offered. No one lived on either side of the property at the moment so the solitude was refreshing and hopefully rejuvenating. Having already checked the security he stretched his long legs as he stood moving toward his private study and bedroom beyond to get some well deserved rest as dawn was approaching the horizon. ********* Gypsy laughed hanging up her cell phone. Sophie gave her the code to the gate and told her where the extra key was so she could get in the house. Vince was doing much better, in the morning he was being transferred to a rehab hospital so they'd begin getting him walking again after the hip and knee replacement he'd had. Pulling into the driveway she pushed the buttons shaking her head when the large gate slowly opened, pulling forward she waited to make sure the gate closed itself behind her. She pulled around to the side of the large estate house parking under the large brick archway. This way she'd stay dry while she unloaded the truck and carried everything inside. The truck needed to be returned that afternoon unless she wanted to pay an additional day's rental. Opening the door she took a shaky breath looking around the huge dark kitchen. Even though it was only two in the afternoon the heavy clouds and rain made it seem much later. On the counter was an envelope with her name on it. Flipping on the overhead light, smiling she opened it, finding the note from Sophie with directions through the house to the rooms that'd be hers. Reading as she walked only glancing around shaking her head at the vast space of each room. Stopping at the top of the stairs she turned left, opening the door the note said was hers. She didn't know if she wanted to laugh or cry when she stepped into the room. The door she'd stepped through went into a large study type room, off to the right a set of double doors opened into another large room, the bedroom. The book shelves in the library were empty other than what looked like a small collection of reference books. A large wooden table stood off to the side near them, on it a new sewing machine with a massive red bow on top of it. Wiping a tear from her cheek she walked through the rooms seeing everything Sophie had done and thought of she might need. She chuckled realizing the two rooms alone were twice the size of the studio apartment she'd called home for the past few years. Putting the note on the small desk next to the double doors she headed down to unload the truck and bring her things inside. Leaning back in the chair after she hung up the phone she closed her eyes taking a deep breath thankful she'd been taking yoga classes and Ti Chi so she was in good shape physically. Grabbing the directions she'd written down she headed downstairs to the truck to take it back and grab something to eat before going back, collapsing for the night. ************** He knew within a few seconds of waking, his heart beginning to beat, someone was very close to the house. The seclusion had earlier allowed silence to wash over his mind, random thoughts not bantering around as he kept constant surveillance around him before settling down to sleep. Now he not only caught small bits of thought but also the steady beat of someone's heart. The rush of blood as it moved through the internal chambers of the heart, feeling his body tighten he recognized the hunger he felt upon waking. Listening carefully he knew instantly he wasn't alone in the house any longer. The increased rhythm of the heart beat he knew was not Sophie's or even Vince since he knew both of them as well as he knew himself after all these years. Getting out of the large bed to investigate who the person was that seemed very causal and calm inside his home as the relaxed heart beat insinuated. Glancing down he smiled faintly, it might be better to face an intruder in something other than the black silk pants he'd been sleeping in, turning he headed into the large bathroom. Stepping from the bathroom he glanced up at the ceiling, who ever was in the house was in the suite of rooms directly above him, this explained why he could sense the fluctuations in the heart beat as strongly as he had. Smiling he was glad he hadn't decided to bring home the flighty young thing that'd been hanging on his arm, promising to be above and beyond the satisfaction he needed to relieve the physical needs he had. Instead it looked as if fate had dropped this person directly in front of him, allowing his hunger at waking to be easily met for the first time in ages. He moved through his study to the hallway silently, seeing the open door and light coming from the room at the top of the stairs. Either he was about to find a burglar who couldn't see well in the dark or had forgotten to bring his own flash light. Inhaling deeply he corrected himself 'she' had forgotten, it was definitely not the scent of a male he detected since his cock throbbed slightly from his neglect. Standing in the shadows outside the door he saw the back of a young woman sitting on the floor digging through a large truck of fabric he knew Sophie had been collecting for years. He almost laughed hearing her gasp before rubbing a dark velvet fabric against her face, then standing and placing it gently on one of the empty shelves. He shook his head at the softness of the thoughts that moved through his mind amazingly invasive without him putting forth the effort to slide into her mind while he continued watching her wondering who she was and why she was there. She was taller than the average woman he judged, no where near his height of six foot five but she had to be about five foot ten and also painfully slender he noticed when his eyes moving down her back over her slightly rounded behind before traveling down legs that seemed to go on forever. Her hair twisted up he hoped in a hurry since it tended to stick out in all directions where it'd escaped the bun attempting to contain it in. The colors a riot of chestnut browns, reds and blonde streaks all seeming at odds of where they should be, but the colors complimented the summer tanned smooth dusky olive skin. She seemed to radiate a warm citrus scent he could detect from where he stood watching, his body reacting strong to its engrained desire. He also noticed the strong smell of pepperoni, he almost laughed out loud when he noticed his burglar had brought her dinner, seeing the small pizza on the table beside her. "Didn't anyone tell you breaking a entering should be done on a full stomach, especially when it's my house?" he said stepping forward to lean casually against the door frame. She felt her heart jump into her throat, gasping loudly spinning around to face the deep masculine voice, the length of silk she'd just picked up clutched to her chest. Caydn recognized her immediately, his desire fighting the urge to be dampened, he'd not only seen her when she was growing up, but also from the numerous pictures Sophie and Vince had of her in their apartment and scattered in the kitchen. He was torn between telling her immediately who he was and letting the game go on a little longer. He froze when the sudden rush of thoughts bombarded him when she turned to stare at him. Gypsy Designs Ch. 01 Standing there her heart racing so loudly in her ears she wasn't sure if she was going to explode or faint from the shock of seeing the extremely large man filling the doorway. She'd heard and caught the reference to it being 'his' house so she knew this had to be Mr. Vaughn her aunt and uncle worked for but even that wasn't a huge help when she realized she was close to hyperventilating. He saw the panic in her eyes immediately, she'd dropped the fabric she'd been holding her hands going to her throat the sound of gasping breathes filled the room, her mind immediately going to Sophie and Vince and if some how her being there would back lash against them since 'he' was now there. Pushing away from the door he crossed the room in just a few steps, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck pushing her head down, grabbing her other arm before she collapsed to the floor. Following her down, he knelt beside her feeling her body heaving and fighting for air. "Try to hold your breath. I know easier said than done but put both hands over your mouth try to hold it then breath slower," he said meeting her eyes before she ducked her head trying to do as he said. His hand rubbed the back of her neck gently while she fought to gain control. Her pulse raced under his fingertips causing him to pull away from her as if he'd been burned but only for a second before remembering she needed some reassurance. "There's no need to worry about Sophie and Vince they are well established and very secure in their place her with me," he said softly trying to comfort her as her thoughts continued to whirl around him frantically. He sensed the slamming of very strong blocks in her mind the minute he'd said that, looking down at her he didn't have time to think any more about it as he felt her body sagging, the lack of oxygen having taken it's toll quickly. She closed her eyes when spots began dancing in front of them, forcing her mind to concentrate on what she was doing. It became easier to breath as the carbon dioxide built back up in her body. Sitting up slowly, meeting his eyes that seemed to be totally black other than a deep brown ring that surrounded the huge pupils. She closed her eyes and gently shook her head when he smiled at her. For a minute she wished she'd fainted instead of this. He'd sat back on his feet reluctantly taking his hand from the back of her neck when she'd looked at him, those huge amber eyes letting him know she'd be fine before they closed leaving him to marvel at the long lashes that brushed her cheeks. "Mr. Vaughn," she stuttered, continuing to gain final control of her breathing. "I'm..." He chuckled, "I know who you are now," he laughed when her eyes snapped open to meet his again. "Your aunt and uncle have pictures of you everywhere and I've heard stories about you from Sophie when ever I'm here," he told her, slowly standing holding his hand out to help her up. She almost groaned out loud thinking of how Sophie could go on and on about everything she'd done. "I'm sorry I didn't have any idea you were here. Sophie told me you're never here," she said sitting down in a chair beside the table and sewing machine. Caydn stepped back leaning against the book shelves, his arms crossed over his chest while he looked at her. "I'm not normally here. Neither Sophie nor Vince knows I'm in town now. I wanted to surprise them and visit Vince tomorrow evening and make sure everything that can be done is being done for him," he explained. "I don't know if Sophie spoke to you about me being here or not?" she asked looking up, brushing her hair back from her face. He nodded while looking at her, the huge eyes almost too big for her face giving her the look of a wild creature more than a young woman. In her eyes he could see her thoughts swirling, he could also hear random words that bantered around in her mind she wasn't even unaware of. He wondered if things had been that bad and the stress as real as she seemed to think it'd been as he looked at her closely. She looked gaunt, deep circles under her eyes made her seem extremely vulnerable. "Yes, Sophie did call to ask if it was okay for you to move in here so you'd be closer to the city now that you've graduated," he assured her, "I said it'd be fine since I'm hardly ever here. I spend most of my time at my apartment in the city when I'm in town." Her eyes dropped to her hands, nodding her thanks. "Yes this year's been stressful and the few before it but this move is just what I needed," she said not even realizing she was answering out loud the question she'd heard in her mind. Caydn looked at her quickly before pushing away from the wall, stepping to the door. Glancing back he saw the puzzled look on her face also. She'd answered what he'd been thinking but never said, this was something he was not use to. "Miss," he started, "What should I call you?" he laughed softly. She stood up rubbing her hands down the front of her jeans almost self consciously realizing what a mess she really was after all the moving. "My name's Gabrielle Chordane, but most people call me Gypsy," she said taking a deep breath. "And thank you Mr. Vaughn this'll be a huge help for me, I'll also be able to help Sophie with Vince when he gets to come home." He stopped at the door, "Caydn, you can call me Caydn. Mr. always makes me feel like someone's about to either lie to me, asking me for something or tell me something bad," he laughed. "Would you like to come down and have a drink since I almost scared you into cardiac arrest?" he asked raising one brow. She stood at the window watching the lightning dance across the sky while he poured them each a brandy. "You can't even hear the thunder the house is so solid," she said with a laugh turning to take the glass he offered her. Caydn hesitated for a second, "I wonder if I should be asking if you're even old enough to drink before just giving it to you," he said slowly. "Well that'd depend on what drinking age you've set here in your home," she laughed. "I was twenty seven on my last birthday," she took the glass when he handed it to her. "I would've thought much younger since you not only just graduated but also because you look maybe sixteen or seventeen," he shook his head sitting down in a large over stuffed chair. "Sophie never mentioned 'how long in the tooth' you were to be a college graduate," he laughed when she flashed her eyes up to meet his. She sat on the window seat fighting the urge to glare at him for the comment. "Yes you're right I'm not the average age for graduating but I doubt Sophie had a chance to regal you with the stories of how after my parents were killed, I took a few years off from school, spending that time studying art on my own in Italy and France before coming back and finishing my first degree in art and adding a minor in literature before deciding to go for a double degree. I've actually just graduated for the 'second time'," she emphasized, "this degree in fashion design and a minor in marketing," she finished firmly with a huff of pride. He leaned back in the chair bringing one leg up to rest across his knee casually, hiding the stiffening bulge of his cock as he watched her closely. "I really must say I wasn't given the pleasure of that story," the laughter evident beneath the words. "I'll have to make it a point of asking Sophie to fill me in when she and Vince come home. The second part of my surprise to them is I'm planning on being here for the next few months while my apartment in the city is being redone and I have some business in this part of the world," he said smoothly, his mind accepting the knowledge that with her being around he was going to have to find some release or he was going to spend the next few months as a walking hard on. Gypsy stiffened, her eyes moving up to meet his. "Well this might not be such a good time for me to be here then. She'll be busy with both you and Vince to take care of so I can begin looking for a rental tomorrow that way you can have your house and peace to yourself," she said standing, turning toward the kitchen. "If you'll excuse me I've had a long day and an eventful evening so I think I'm going to grab a quick shower and get some sleep so I can get busy first thing in the morning." His lips twitched seeing the poker straight back but it died instantly seeing the flash of wounded pride and confusion in her eyes before she dropped them away from him. "Gypsy this is now your home as well as it is for Sophie, Vince and myself there's no need in you finding some place else and making Sophie think I was the reason you didn't stay," he said gently wondering what'd hurt her so badly. "Thank you Caydn and it doesn't hurt as bad as it once did," she said softly without thinking, walking out of the room toward the kitchen leaving him to stare where she'd been standing. ******************* She'd spent the next few days unpacking and setting her room up. She'd been thankful Caydn wasn't anywhere around so she could explore the house getting her bearings without worrying about being in his way. Sophie had called once they'd got Vince transferred and settled in his room to see how she was doing wandering around the huge house alone. She's sounded a little shocked that Caydn had showed up but if she thought it unusual she'd covered it quickly when Gypsy told her that she hadn't seen him since the day she'd moved in. She was making a salad, when he walked into the kitchen she jumped not knowing he'd even been in the house. "I'm sorry Gypsy it seems like I'm always scaring you," he said straightening the cuffs of his black jacket and pristine white dress shirt. "I have an engagement this evening I'm terribly sorry you'll be alone in this large empty house." She almost snorted at his choice of words, the seductive tone in his voice when he mentioned having an 'engagement' she knew it had to be one of likely a dozen or so women he kept on the line with his looks. "Not a problem Caydn, remember I'm not here to be entertained. I've some designs to finish and fabric to begin cutting to make some samples of my work," she said taking her salad walking from the kitchen, leaving him chuckling when he easily read her thoughts. Shaking his head he wished he had some women to help ease the ache he was developing deep in his groin with her living in his house, but untouchable. Staring at the empty doorway he debated following her upstairs to try and find out just what talents she did have but the gnawing sensation within him reminded him of the hunger he felt upon waking, he'd already delayed his departure listening to the thoughts rambling through her mind that seemed to be broadcast through out the large silent house. Planning on making the evening as short as possible he smiled to himself walking to the door, her thoughts providing him with images of himself walking through a sea of women one or two hanging on each arm as sarcastic bits of scripted conversations danced around her mind. Shaking his head he chuckled, turning the kitchen light out, and closing the door behind him. From her window she watched him walk to the large garage behind the house minutes later a black sports car pulled out the windows tinted almost as black as the body of the car. "Who would've thought Sophie and Vince kept this place up for a playboy," she laughed to herself before finishing her dinner and getting back to work. Caydn walked through the crowd annoyed at all of the sounds and smells bombarding him, his mind still back at the house trying to unweave some of the oddities surrounding Gypsy and he wasn't paying enough attention to prevent his heightened senses from capturing everything around him. The presentation had been over for some time, the crowd simply mingling and rubbing shoulders with those they thought could help advance their positions or line their pockets further. He was bored but at the same time had to focus and find what he needed before he could leave he'd denied himself entirely to long; walking toward the dance floor he began searching. Walking among the group of people watching those who were dancing he fought the urge to ask a few of the women who were wearing such heavy over powering perfume if they thought it trendy to revive the habit of bathing in cologne as opposed to water in some sort of water conservation method he hadn't heard about. He smiled at the thought only to have it interpreted by the invitation by a few of the more overly powerful perfumed women to join them. Grabbing the hand of a young woman standing alone sipping her drink he pulled her onto the dance floor. Seeing the shock on her face he winked, handing her glass to a passing waiter. "I'm terribly sorry but I was in need of a great escape from those women who would make even those with the strongest of constitutions sneeze with their collective scents," he laughed guiding her across the floor into the crowd already dancing. "No need to apologize," she chuckled, "I'm the secretarial assistant to one of their husbands and it's been my duty's been to shadow the entire group all evening, this is like a dream come true for me. Even though once I go back I'll sneeze for the next fifteen minutes," she laughed. Caydn realized he'd found just what he was looking for. Carrying on a casual conversation about the presentation he dropped his voice as he spoke, the tones mesmerizing while they danced through the crowd near the balcony doors. Feeling the change in her body language he stepped through the flowing drapes pulling her out onto the balcony behind him. Even though the doors were standing open to allow fresh air in, few ventured out onto the balcony with the intermittent down pours that'd been happening all evening. Stepping into the deep shadows that were relatively dry thanks to the overhead design and sculpture of the building he lowered his voice further assuring her she'd remember nothing other than how wonderful their conversation had been about the evening. As his mouth brushed her throat he chuckled adding she'd also not feel the urge to sneeze once she returned to her post as a wife watcher just as his incisors lengthened and sank deeply into her throat. He stood on the balcony looking out over the city having satisfied his hunger sending her back to her duties before she was missed and reprimanded. He shook his head when a flash of a warm citrus scent and the vision of huge amber eyes danced across his mind and he felt his cock stiffen painfully just from the thought of her. "Where in the hell did that come from?" he muttered to himself. Hearing the loud laughter of the party directly behind him, he groaned at the thought of having to go back in and say his good byes before he could head for the peace and quiet of his home, his goal for the evening almost accomplished thanks to the young woman he'd danced with, one need was satisfied, the other pushed back again. Walking from the garage he paused noticing the light from the upstairs bathroom window. Shaking his head he dislodged the mental image of her lying back in the large tub filled with bubbles, the source of her citrus scent. Pushing hands into his jacket pockets he went in the house heading for the smaller den across from the stairs and living room. Pouring a drink he sat in the dark listening to the rain pound down once again, trying not to think of the woman upstairs who seemed to keep invading his thoughts. He froze the glass halfway to his mouth when he heard a sing song humming coming from the kitchen. She walked into the hallway taking a bite from the apple she'd grabbed, stopping suddenly when she heard a chuckle in her mind. Spinning on her heels she looked into the dark room knowing he was there even though for a moment she couldn't see him. "Do you honestly think that every designer or for that matter any famous person spends all their time looking made to the eye balls?" she asked sarcastically her chin raising at the insulting statement that'd filtered into her mind, 'how could someone who dressed as if from a rag bag expect to be a fashion designer'. She'd had a hard time getting word for word with the loud crunching of the crisp apple she was eating. "I assure you that when even the best designers were starting out they also wore little pieces of thread and fabric clippings stuck to their clothes," she punctuated the remark with another large bite of apple turning toward the stairs. "Now if you'll excuse me I've got water running." Caydn couldn't hold back the laughter any longer but wanting to see how long she'd stand and talk to what most people would assume was an empty room. When she'd walked into view he smiled seeing her hair now pulled in pony tails each braided with a colorful scrape of fabric she'd no doubt been cutting since the ends were unraveling and uneven to say the least. Her sweat pants had each leg pulled up to just below her knees, her tee shirt a tie dyed explosion of color, all of which was decorated with thin strings of multicolored thread and the frayed ends she'd cut from some fabric. Standing and walking to the archway he noticed her back stiffen climbing the stairs never looking back toward him. "How do you do that?" he asked his tone casual waiting to see her reaction to his question. Hesitating at the top of the stairs she glanced back at him. "How do I do what? Eat an apple?" she held the fruit up with a smile knowing exactly what he was asking her but doing everything possible to avoid answering. "It's rather easy, simply take a bite and chew." She met his eyes briefly before rushing into her room. "I've got to turn the water off before I'm responsible for flooding the rooms below mine," she said quickly. He'd seen the discomfort flash in her eyes but it was nothing compared to the alarm that'd flashed in her mind. Climbing the stairs he laughed again seeing the area around the work table looking as if little pieces of thread had exploded, covering the area as well as her clothes. Walking into the room he took a seat in one of the large chairs, waiting until she stepped out of the bathroom. Gritting his teeth he wrestled the thoughts and images of her naked in the bath into submission so she wouldn't hear them. She bite back a moan seeing him sitting there, knowing he wasn't one to be put off as easily as she'd hoped, she could feel the questions in his mind swirling as he watched her closely. She also felt a strange warmth flash through her when ever he was close. Taking a deep breath to calm herself she looked at him meeting his eyes. "Caydn I'm sorry I was so rude but I've been working all evening and I'd really like to just take a bath and try and get some sleep," she said stepping through the double doors from her bedroom. She'd spent years with people looking at her as if she were some kind of freak, all because for some reason she'd know what they were thinking if it pertained to her in someway. Her mother, Evelyn as she thought of her and called her, had turned white and backed away from her when she was nine and she'd unwittingly answered one of the questions she heard her mother thinking. Evelyn had taken her to a series of doctors demanding they figure out what was wrong with her since she'd never been a normal child. For months she'd been monitored and wired so her thought patterns and brain waves could be recorded. Millions of questions had been asked repeatedly until she began reciting the answers as though reading a script. Finally she found if she didn't give them any information and kept to the same answers they'd lose interest one by one until the final doctor told her mother she had the ability to read someone's expression and there was nothing wrong or abnormal about her. Once she got home and was able to finally be around her father again, who her mother had not allowed to visit her the whole time she was being 'cared for' she pulled even further from Evelyn knowing her acceptance would never happen. Gypsy Designs Ch. 01 Caydn felt the fire storm of emotions battering her brain, his expression never changing as he listened without her being aware. Some of the stress and pain he'd seen in her eyes being answered. Something nagged at him to know more, to push for more answers since he'd met very few people who had this ability other than those like himself. She didn't even have to see the look of determination on his face to know he wasn't going to be happy with a brush off like most people. Taking a deep breath she looked up to find him staring at her intently. He didn't like the flash of defeat and resignation that slammed into him when he read her thoughts. He knew she'd tell him as much as she was comfortable telling but he didn't want her to feel pressured into it. "It's okay I really should've gotten use to the questions over the years but for the most part people ignore it and chalk it up to a fluke," she said sliding down the wall to sit on the floor beside the door. "If you don't want to answer any questions or explain you don't have to," he said gently his voice dropping to the deep seductive tone he'd used when talking to his dance partner earlier that evening. He was shocked when she laughed and rubbed her forehead. "Sorry but something felt like it tickled," she explained looking up at him. "You wanted to know how I could answer questions you never spoke out loud am I right?" she met his eyes directly. "Well since I think I'm old enough to know the mechanics of eating an apple, you're right about my question," he smiled not pleased at the turmoil and pressure he could hear and feel her putting on herself at the moment. "To be perfectly honest I don't have any idea how I do it, I just know that I do and that I've been able to hear someone's words before they come out of their mouths," she said with a sigh looking down, pulling the lose threads from her sweat pants and shirt hoping that the flush of heat she felt wasn't burning on her cheeks. "I also seem to know something's going to happen or when someone around me is going to do something before they do it. It can be helpful but also be a real pain when people start noticing," she shrugged her shoulders. "As for when or how I don't have a clue it's something that's happened all my life." Caydn felt the burden that even talking about this caused her, in his mind he saw flashes of people who'd either turned away from her or she'd turned away from. One of the people who'd condemned her had been her mother. "Don't worry about it some people are to self involved and ignorant to understand everyone in the world isn't all made from the same cookie cutter mold," he said softly for some reason wanting to relieve some of the burden he felt weighing her down. "Yes I can do it to," he laughed when her head snapped up quickly, her eyes boring into his. "Sometimes the senses are just ultra sensitive, enhanced for some more than others," he gave the generic reason careful to keep her from hearing anything in his mind. Wanting to see just how enhanced her natural abilities were he thought his next question instead of asking it. "How much do you hear or know about people when you're able to hear what their thinking?" he asked in his mind watching her closely seeing the frown creasing her forehead for a second before she looked at him. "I don't know anything any different than anyone else I don't think. I just know what their thinking about me," she sighed. "Every so often I can hear what seems to be a low roar of things but I've learned to tune it out like a fly buzzing around. I only pick out the things that directly affect me." "So you don't try to hear what their thinking intentionally?" his voice again dropping to the seductive smooth deepness that made her laugh earlier. Sitting up straight she glared at him, "Stop that it's annoying and it also tickles," she said firmly shaking her head realizing how strange that sounded. "It must be the tone your voice takes that makes me feel like it's trying to crawl in my head and dance around, I don't like it," she shrugged as if to say she didn't know why. Taking a deep breath she held still knowing that if she moved her suddenly overly sensitive nipple would brush against the fabric and she wasn't sure she could contain the moan. Caydn wasn't just shocked but very careful to block his mind so she'd not inadvertently hear more than he allowed her to. This of course meant being much more on guard than he'd ever been in his own home, he wasn't sure he was at all comfortable with that. She stood up slowly, her face calm outwardly but her eyes mirrors to the disappointment she was feeling. He didn't want her here. He hadn't said it and didn't even really think that exactly, but his discomfort made it obvious this situation wasn't going to work out as she'd hoped. Immediately she put up the blocks she'd been taught to use, she knew when he left the house in the morning she'd take what she needed and find a place of her own even a weekly rental until she found the right apartment. Once she got settled she knew Sophie would bring her things. The question was how she'd explain the sudden change in plans to Sophie? Sighing she was almost thankful for knowing how he felt since it acted as if showering her with ice water. The flushing heat and tingling itch subsided instantly. He knew the instant she'd blocked herself, the whispered sounds stopped in his mind as quickly as turning a light switch off. He watched her closely, she walked over to the table her hand running over the random pieces of fabric she'd sewn together creating a patchwork of colors and textures. "Those colors go together wonderfully," he smiled standing to walk over stopping beside her. "What amazing design are you planning for it?" he asked frowning when she did nothing more than shrug, keeping her head down, face turned away from him. "You have to have some idea or you wouldn't have gone through all the trouble of piecing these together," he chuckled trying to lighten the mood. Reaching for the large piece of fabric his hand brushed hers running his finger along the gold braid she'd bordered each piece with. The minute his hand touched hers he knew she'd read what he was thinking even when he'd closed himself off, she was as mentally stable at the moment as a doe standing in the headlights of on coming traffic. He almost laughed when she jumped back from the contact pulling her hand to her stomach as though she'd been burned. "Gypsy do I bother you?" he asked having to mentally remind himself not to use his ability to force compliance, it tickled her and she was aware of it. "Or have I done something to upset you?" She stepped back her nostrils flaring slightly catching the strong pungent scent of perfume that radiated from him. Walking over to the shelves she made a mental note of which pieces she wanted to take with her so she could continue working on a few pieces. "No Caydn you haven't done anything to bother me," she forced a laugh, "Why would anything you do effect me in anyway?" she added flippantly beginning to pick up the mess she'd made, at the same time "You've been a gracious host who's given me permission to stay in this amazing home and welcomed me for as long as I need the help. What about that would upset me? I'd say the only thing close to being a bother is that rather over powering feminine smelling cologne you're wearing. I've got to tell you the scent is not as flattering as people might let you think, it even leaves a rather heavy alcohol taste in the mouth just by breathing it in," she couldn't stop the giggle imagining the expression on his face but she refused to look at him continuing on her hands and knees under the table to pick up the few pins she'd dropped. Caydn almost dropped the glass he'd been holding when he heard her comment. "It actually tastes as strong and obnoxious as it smells I can assure you," he muttered stepping back closing his eyes to block out the vision of her tight rounded ass lifted invitingly in front of him. She stopped turning to look at him when she heard that. "Please don't tell me you've had the urge to taste it so you know this for a fact?" she stared at him her amber eyes laughing her lips fighting to contain the laugh threatening to erupt any second. "That didn't come out right at all did it?" he laughed. "That over powering smell is the clinging cologne of one of the presenter's wives at the event I went to this evening," he explained, from the way her eye brows shot to her hair line he knew again he wasn't doing very well. "Let me try this again," he sighed deeply. "I went to an event tonight, the presenter was there with his wife and about three hundred other overly inflated cronies who seemed to feel they were important enough to be there. His wife got me cornered for a long conversation about how wonderful it was that I was there to support the foundation and in doing so she held on to my arm so I couldn't escape, therefore I smell of her rather over powering cologne," he finished by tossing back his brandy. She put the pins she'd picked up into the pin cushion before looking across the room where he'd walked to the chair, throwing himself in the seat with a dramatic sigh. Seeing the expression on her face he had a feeling of dread that as soon as she opened her mouth he was going to regret ever having opened his, he was right. "Okay let's see if we can make sense of all this then. First you don't wear the offending smelling cologne but you know 'for a fact' what it tastes like so it either means you've got a fetish for sipping women's cologne, or you secretly like to taste the throats, wrists or cleavage of random women especially your associates wives so you know what their cologne tastes like as well as how it smells," she grinned at what she thought was a brilliant conclusion only to laugh at the stunned expression on his face. He held his breath for a minute until he saw the flash of evil playfulness dancing in her eyes. Leaning forward elbows propped on his knees he watched her continuing to laugh until tears slipped from her eyes. "I can almost get this mental image of you walking through a large crowd of people, all of the women clamoring to know who the tall darkly handsome and seductive man with the hypnotic eyes is," she wrapped her arms around her stomach the muscles beginning to spasm as she laughed. "All these women swooning for your attention and you're just feeding your fetish for the taste of women's cologne," she fell back laughing when he rolled his eyes at her comments even though they'd hit so close to the truth. "I hope your stomach muscles punish you for the false accusations you've just thrown out about me," he said his nose lifted in the air as if offended. He was surprised to find he was enjoying this, the laughter and the casual comedy of the entire situation. It'd been a long time since he'd dropped his considerable guard. "I'll tell you the truth if you'd stop cackling long enough to listen," he said tugging the lapels of his jacket with a smile. "Many of these people are under the assumption that since I spend my time abroad that I have the same passion as the air headed Frenchmen that instead of shaking hands that I kiss each person I meet on each cheek," he said with a groan remembering the overly stuffed bosoms that'd been shoved against him while the women dragged him down to 'air kiss' his cheeks. "Have you ever noticed when you get that close to someone wearing what smells like half a gallon of a overly priced obnoxious smelling cologne you can literally taste it?" he asked her one brow raised waiting for her answer. "I see not," he laughed. "I don't go out of my way to taste these colognes I just keep finding myself in a position of not being able to get away from it," he said with a huff leaning back. "I've never understood this habit women have of covering themselves in scented this or that until they smell like a toxic combination that's about to ignite. And for the record since you did admit how 'handsome and seductive', I think were the word's you used describing me," he grinned at her winking when she covered her mouth trying to stop the giggles. "I do not wear any cologne I prefer my own natural scent to that found in a bottle." Sitting back up holding her aching stomach muscles she shook her head while catching her breath. "I didn't say I thought those things that's what I imagined a room full of women would think," she rolled her eyes dramatically, "And not all women do that," she said proudly. "I don't wear anything either since it makes me sneeze," she admitted with a grin. Caydn got out of the chair, walking across the room, reaching down he pulled her to her feet. "I don't see why you want to try and lie since it's obvious to anyone with a nose you wear some citrus scented something that reminds me of a orange that's been in the sun, juicy and ripe," he laughed nodding his head as if to say he'd called her on her statement. "Okay you've either tasted to many varieties of cologne for one night or you've lost your mind because I honestly haven't worn or used anything with any scent since I was about eight and developed odd allergies to things that smelled," she explained. Leaning his head down slightly he inhaled deeply only to find that not only was his senses filled with the warm citrus scent of her, doing so caused his cock to harden rapidly. His voice dropped unintentionally the compulsion a result of his body's reaction. "You smell like a sun kissed orange Gypsy, there's no doubt about it," he said softly. She lifted her hand to her forehead with a giggle rubbing away the tickling sensation only to gasp feeling the warmth of his tongue stroke the side of her throat, tasting her skin. She swallowed the gasp that threatened to escape when she felt a sharp tightening and rush of heat and wetness pour through her body at his touch. Meeting his eyes when he leaned back she saw the brown ring surrounding the dark pupils almost burning. Her hand went to her neck, her palm covering the damp skin marveling how the heat still remained, and the heat of her body ramped up even further. He swallowed the animal like growl in his throat after he'd felt and been so close to tasting the warm fluid beating strongly against his seeking mouth. Closing his eyes he wrestled the rush of heat knotting deep in his stomach. He should've spent more time on the balcony with his dance partner earlier this evening to lessen the dark physical desires he had in addition to just satisfying his hunger. The need and desire to plunge himself into hot wetness almost overwhelming. "I asked you not to do that," she said softly, "if you want me to do something just ask me there's no need to try and make me," she sighed quietly. He bowed his head knowing he needed to put some distance between himself and the amber eyed temptation standing in front of him before he ripped her clothes off to see if his senses were misreading the flush covering her cheeks and chest. "I apologize Gypsy, no alcohol taste," he grinned trying to lighten the situation, "so you must be telling the truth, your gifted with a natural scent that would tempt the earth itself." He said stepping back. "Well it's late, you've a bath to take if the water's not to cold and I've some paper work to get finished," he said walking to the door, "Sometime tomorrow I'd like it if you'd show me the sketch for the design you've planned for this amazing patchwork you've created." She stood there staring at the empty doorway after he'd walked off, hearing him go into the large study down stairs closing the door behind him. There went her plans on moving out immediately, he wanted to see some of her work. "Maybe he has a few people who might like to see them with all the people he knows in the business world," she muttered walking to the bathroom, pulling the plug on the tub of cold water, instead jumping in for a quick shower before climbing between the sheets Trying to get comfortable she sighed. "Maybe I should've taken advantage of the cold bath tub," she mumbled punching her pillow again trying to find a place where it didn't feel like the sheets were caressing her bare skin. With a groan she flipped back over, her nipples so sensitive trying to sleep on her stomach was out of the question. Tangling her legs in the sheets as she moved she frowned at the deep throbbing in the pit of her stomach making her entire body feel as if her skin was on fire. Caydn didn't even have to try and listen to what was racing through her mind, each word and sensation seemed as if broadcast through a loud speaker directly into his mind. Closing his eyes he fought the urge to envision her nipples when they tightened, aching from the touch of the smooth cotton sheets. His eyes snapped open hearing the audible groan she made when her nipples tightened painfully as he was thinking about them. Taking a deep breath, brushing his hair back from his face where it'd come lose from the leather holding it back he reached for his glass, downing the brandy enjoying the burn he'd learned to welcome. Slamming his mind shut he began looking over the papers on his desk, making calls to a few of the business offices he maintained in various places abroad. Throwing himself into dealing with dramas and conflict he was able to push her from his mind, stopping himself from opening his mind to hear what was rambling through her mind at the moment. Finally she felt like she could take a deep breath, and her skin wouldn't dance over her body. Curling on her side she listened to the rain falling creating a pitter patting noise on concrete surrounding the pool beneath her window. She forced herself to think about the designs she needed to sketch out in the morning. She could hear Caydn's voice in the room below her. His tone changed from boredom to frustration, occasionally anger as she drifted off to sleep listening to his voice. Hanging the phone up for the last time he leaned back in the large leather chair closing his eyes, the heavy weight of the approaching dawn seemed to wash over him. Shaking his head he wondered at the excessive lethargic feeling until it dawned on him he'd spent additional energy all night keeping himself focused, his mind off of the warm woman directly above him who was sleeping peaceful he noticed dropping his guards allowing her scent, heartbeat and rhythmic breathing to fill his senses. Pushing back from his desk he walked through the house, something he hadn't done since Sophie and Vince made sure everything was in order and secure while he slept. He found himself standing outside her doors. The door into the study area was open. He stepped in moving toward the double doors that framed her sleeping in the large four poster bed. His eyes moved over her arm and shoulder resting easily on top of the down comforter. He smiled seeing those thick ridiculously long lashes resting against her cheeks he fought the urge to touch them to see if they were real. "They've always been so long people thought they were fake," she said in a whisper. Brushing her hand over her face, pushing her hair back from her face, opening her eyes seeing Caydn standing in the doorway his shoulder leaned casually against the frame watching her. He could hear her heartbeat so he knew that he hadn't startled her, there was only a slight acceleration in the pulse that beat steadily along her throat he took as a natural occurrence for her at waking, and at the same time wishing that it was more. "I was just checking the house making sure everything was closed and secure before getting some sleep," he said softly. Seeing her questioning look he chuckled. "I got here the same day you did so I'm still suffering from jet lag, my working the night away with business didn't help." Gypsy Designs Ch. 01 He saw her shiver as she nodded she understood. Stepping to the edge of the bed he pulled the comforter from beneath her arm, tucking it over her shoulder his knuckles brushing her cheek gently. The slight sound that escaped her at his touch froze him instantly it was a cross between a mew of a kitten and a purr of contentment. Sleep little one he thought glancing out the window seeing the faint lightening of the steel grey colored sky. The rain had stopped but the thick shroud of clouds still remained, the weather predicted it would for the next few days. Stepping back from the bed he walked downstairs to his rooms locking the doors securely behind him to prevent anyone from disturbing him while he rested. Gypsy Designs Ch. 02 Gypsy woke refreshed for the first time in a long time but within seconds she remembered her resolve to find a place of her own so as not to disturb Caydn in his own home with her bizarre tendencies that'd always driven a wedge between her and having a normal life. He'd asked to view her sketches later that day. So far she'd not done a single one. So to keep from looking like a total fool she needed to sit down and put some of the ideas she kept locked in her head on paper. Wandering down stairs her sketch book under her arm she made a pot of coffee before sitting at the island. Closing her eyes she envisioned the coat she'd was creating the patchwork fabric for. The charcoal pencil moved along the lines she created in her mind while she waited for the coffee to finish brewing. Opening her eyes she heard the final surge of the coffee maker. On the paper was the long flowing coat. The cut showed simplicity of the design so not to over power the already complex fabric, deep jewel toned fabrics from rich velvets to rough textured brocades all trimmed and joined with a twisted gold and black braid. Pouring a mug of coffee and buttering the English muffins she'd popped in the toaster she sat back down to envision her next piece while she ate breakfast. By the time she finished her second mug of coffee she had five laid out in front of her filling her with a sense of pride seeing them in a visual form for the first time. Heading upstairs and throwing on a pair of jeans and long sleeved tee shirt, grabbing her purse she headed downstairs and out so she could do some shopping, hoping she had time that evening to do her Tia Chi routine, maybe she'd be able to sleep better at night. Having done a search of the area she easily found the first fabric store she was looking for, within an hour she went back to the SUV with three large bags of fabric and accessories before heading for the next stop then planning on stopping by the hospital before heading home. Walking down the hall she knocked on door 312, smiling when she heard Sophie tell her to come in. "Gypsy I'm so glad you came to see us!" Sophie laughed getting up she hugged the niece that was like a daughter to she and Vince. "Did the two of you think I was just going to move in and not even bother coming to see the graceful one here," she said shaking her head with a huge smile walking around the side of the bed to hug Vince tightly. "I guess you and I are going to have to sit down and have that same talk you had with me when I thought jumping off the roof into the pool was a good idea," she laughed, "We don't fly as well as all those lovely song birds do that visit the feeders every day," she chuckled her hands on her hips reciting the lecture Vince had given her when she was a little girl and thought she could imitate the birds and fly. Sophie sat down heavily in the chair looking at her husband with loving eyes before closing them with a sigh. "Gypsy I don't think I'll ever forget seeing him fall," she said with a frown. "He didn't think he was a bird he thought he was superman I think. He tried to tell me he was fine and as soon as he got done fixing the lose gutter then he'd let me take him to the emergency room to be checked out," she glared at Vince who had the sense to blush. "Sophie don't get so worked up, I didn't know I'd broken everything I had I thought I was bruised and you know me I hate leaving a job half done," Vince reached for her hand giving it a gentle squeeze. Sophie turned back to Gypsy. "So tell me dear how it's been at the house since Caydn decided to take up residence again?" she asked glancing at Vince who was watching Gypsy carefully for her reply. Sitting there looking between the two of them she caught swirling thoughts and the exchange of looks making her wonder what was not being said. Shaking her head she laughed. "Well last night I've got to say was fun," she giggled when Vince's eye brows shot to his receding hair line. "Caydn came in from some event, and we had a ridiculous discussion about how women's cologne tastes since he came in smelling rather strong. I apparently insulted him when I told him he should try something less over powering and feminine if he wanted to wear cologne," she explained. "But dear he doesn't wear cologne never has for as long as I've known him," Sophie said glancing at Vince who nodded in agreement. Gypsy rolled her eyes laughing harder remembering Caydn looking just as serious as they were at the moment. "I know that now but I think he told me that only after I asked if he'd made it a habit of licking the throats, wrists and cleavage of his associate's wives," she giggled uncontrollably when Sophie gasped in shock covering her mouth. "Don't worry he wasn't offended and even told me he hoped I laughed hard enough my stomach muscles punished for making fun of him," she said trying to gain control of herself. "I've got to say that was a more light hearted conversation than the one we had when he realized I was answering questions before he'd asked," she dropped her eyes glancing at Vince sheepishly. "I wasn't doing it intentionally he was just 'thinking' rather loudly and it was impossible for me to ignore him," she explained. Vince squeezed Sophie's hand gently clearing his throat. "I know you didn't do it intentionally dear you've never been one to use the skills and gifts you have to eavesdrop, but I doubt you've ever met someone with many of the same gifts," he explained. "How did that conversation go?" Sophie asked. Getting up she walked to the window, "Well at first it went well but the longer we talked I could feel he's disturbed at the thought of my being there so I decided I'm going to look for a place of my own as soon as I can. He said he's going to be home for a extended stay, possibly months," she said softly. Vince snorted pulling himself up slightly, "Now there's no need in doing that Gypsy," he said firmly, "you just need to understand Caydn's someone with the same talents so he knows and understands the advantages and disadvantages something like that could cause," he explained smiling when she turned around to face him nodding her understanding. "He's also a topnotch business man who's thrown his life into building the empire he's created by hard work and meticulous skills. I can only imagine his first reaction would be that someone with your skills could be a danger if you decided to be." "I'd had every intention of being moved out by this evening," she admitted quietly, "but he made it a point of telling me he wanted to see some of my designs and sketches this evening. So I figured with as many people as he knows it'd be silly for me to leave just in case he thought of someone who might be able to help me," she grinned when both of them laughed, shaking their heads and rolled their eyes in unison. "You've got some of your grandfather's business skills hidden in that head of yours I can tell," Vince groaned, "I just hope Caydn recognizes that skill and knows he might have the business trump card pulled on him soon." Pushing away from the window she walked to the side of the bed, standing between the two of them reaching for their hands. "I wouldn't do anything like that but for the first time in a very long time I feel like this might've been a positive move in my life and I'm going to make the best of it," she said proudly. "I'm going to stop by the market on my way home do you have any idea what Caydn might like to eat Sophie? I thought maybe fixing a nice dinner would be nice since I'm hoping to pick his brain for business contacts?" she asked with an evil grin. Sophie shook her head doing her best not to look at Vince. "Dear Caydn doesn't eat at home he always goes out, taking his meals at a social affair so he can do two things at once," she said mildly, "no need to worry about cooking. Before I forget when they did Vince's evaluation the doctor told us there's a chance they might be able to arrange for some home therapy so he doesn't have to stay here the full three weeks they originally thought," Sophie smiled, "we'll know more in the next day or so." "That'd be great," Gypsy laughed. "You know I've got to say that man has odder habits than anything I've ever done but it's nice to know I'm not the only eccentric one in the house," she laughed, "I'm going to get going so I can get to the market and take some time to work out before I show him what I have." Waving good bye she started down the hallway leaving Vince and Sophie staring at the door silently before they looked at one another their eyes meeting, worry showing in Sophie's while Vince's danced with humor. "I don't see how you'd think of this as funny," Sophie said with a sigh Shrugging his shoulders he just smiled at her, "I think it'll be good for both of them to butt heads and have a chance to laugh at someone for once and not take everything so damn seriously, and my dearest. Keep in mind our own daughter's found the love of her life and soul mate in Phillip and he's no different than Caydn. Why would it be so bad if Caydn and Gypsy each found the one missing piece they're both searching for?" he asked her squeezing her hand tightly with reassurance. Shrugging the black satin robe over his shoulders, walking out of his room toward the kitchen, the only room with a light on in the entire house, he poured himself a cup of coffee apparently Gypsy had made. He saw the thick slice of raw beef on the counter, chuckling silently wondering if she'd put two and two together, thinking she could offer him raw bloody meat to satisfy him and preventing him from ravaging society with his eating habits. Shaking his head he walked to the bay window looking out over the pool noticing the lights surrounding the pool and patio were on. Her body was fluid in it's movements as she went from one position to the next her mind focusing her energy inward breathing shallowly. Bringing her feet back together completing the last stance she envisioned herself as water folding into a sitting position, her eyes closing taking deep cleansing breathes. He knew the instant she was aware of him standing behind her. He chuckled hearing the deep sigh when she realized her peaceful meditation had come to an end. "No need to stop on my account its fascinating watching you move it's been quite sometime since I've seen someone as adept with the movements of Tia Chi," he said softly walking over to sit in a lounge chair. Unfolding her legs she stood up grabbing her mat before looking at him. "I was finished so its okay," she laughed, "I've also never been able to do it with someone around, I lose concentration," she explained, rubbing her arms against the chill in the air, "it wasn't this cold in Boston when I left, I guess we're in for an early winter," she mumbled to herself. "It is colder than normal. The forecaster mentioned this looked like a bad year for nor'easters," he said glancing up at the clouds before looking back at her. "Isn't it a little odd that you did your workout before having dinner?" he grinned waving toward the kitchen, "I saw the thick sacrificial beef you'd laid out when I found the coffee, by the way thanks," he said raising his mug to her in a salute. "I went by and saw Vince and Sophie today. I'd intended to pick up a steak for you also but Sophie assured me you seldom ate at home so not to worry about it you'd 'take care of acquiring your own meals'," she told him watching closely when he choked on the coffee suddenly. Coughing he cleared his throat, "Interesting way of Sophie putting it I have to say but she's correct. She and Vince have enough to do keeping this place in order without my adding being my personal cook to the list so when I'm here I do go out and find my own meals and entertainment so to speak," he explained his dangerously dark eyes seeming to sparkle in the shadows. "How's Vince?" he asked standing, motioning her ahead of him to the house. His eyes ran along the slender lines of her body none of which were hidden from view in the clinging spandex leggings and shirt she wore. His lips twitched slightly when she stopped suddenly, glancing back at him his expression guilty as he shrugged his shoulders. "Should I deny it and say I wasn't looking?" he asked laughing when she spun on her heel stalking into the kitchen. His eyes followed the gentle sway of her ass, his mind wandering to what it'd be like to have those mile long legs wrapped around him. Following her inside, he sat on one of the tall stools on the other side of the island. "To be totally honest if I hadn't seen the steak I had every intention of speaking with Sophie about your health," he said quietly causing her to spin around and stare at him. She had a large spiked serving fork in one hand, a potato in the other when she turned around. "And what is it about my health were you going to discuss with Sophie might I ask since it's 'me' we're talking about," she asked defensively. Caydn shrugged his shoulders leaning back watching the thoughts swirl in her amber eyes. "Well since you've been here I haven't seen you eat anything more than a small salad and some fruit aside from the pizza the first night you moved in, Gypsy even you have to admit you're dangerously thin," he said seriously, "I wanted to make sure that you didn't have trouble with a eating disorder of some kind and being here alone there was no one to help you if needed." She laughed the sound bitter and angry. Not saying a word she put the potato on the counter, stabbing it viciously before putting it in the microwave to cook. Sending him what should've been a withering glare she opened the refrigerator getting out the butter, lifting it so he could see that it was the real thing and not some artificial non fat excuse for butter she cut a large chunk tossing it into the frying pan she had on the stove top. "Let me assure you I don't have a eating disorder, I don't starve myself just so I can be so stick thin people feel the need to make fun of me and ridicule me for 'disappearing if I turn sideways'," she said her teeth clenched, using the serving fork to move the melting butter around in the pan. "As a matter of fact I eat all the time, its just with the bizarre and odd habit you've got of never being around during 'normal' hours you're not aware of this," she almost snarled tossing the thick steak into the pan seasoning it. He opened his mouth to speak but thought better of it when she looked up from the pan pinning him with her glare, lifting his mug he hid the smile threatening to erupt knowing it would only create more chaos. He found his body responding to the flash of fire he saw hidden inside her. "Rest assured I'm well aware of the fact that I'm almost twenty pounds lighter than I should be," she said flipping the steak searing the other side, "I think I mentioned the other night I'd been under some stress and strain the past year or so which has made me the look of a lost starved war orphan. I'm well aware of this thanks to people feeling they just had to point it out to me." Taking the steak from the pan she put it on the plate she'd placed on the counter. Turning she took the potato from the microwave. Cutting it open she made a show to slice another large section of butter putting it inside the steaming vegetable. Reaching for the butcher knife she'd used earlier she sliced a large bite of steak the blood running across the plate before biting into it and chewing furiously. "I do eat but between stress and nerves I've not been able to gain or maintain any weight, I was actually hoping this move would be soothing and conducive to my being able to get back to a healthy acceptable weight and stature, thank you so much for pointing my issues out to me," she said taking another bite her eyes locked with his. Walking around the island ignoring her he pulled a bottle of wine from the wine cooler under the counter. Checking the label he opened the bottle, pouring a glass turning toward her. "It'd be a shame to not add this to that dangerously rare piece of meat," he said with a chuckle finally laughing when she stared at him chewing as if she were destroying the meat instead of savoring it. "I apologize for making my assumptions," he said putting the glass down beside her plate then walking back to the stool he'd been sitting in. "I should've gathered all my facts before jumping to conclusions," he offered gently, pleased to see the stiffness in her spine lessening a bit. "Maybe if I go shower you can enjoy your meal and not attack it as if it needs to be killed as you're doing now," he laughed when she stopped chewing. Standing he shrugged his shoulders his robe coming untied allowing it to open across the broad expanse of his chest. His body tightened when her amber eyes dropped from his face to travel down his body, the appreciation obvious in her eyes. "If you'll excuse me," he said his voice dropping deeper without thinking, his instincts taking over his rational thinking. Clearing his voice he almost groaned seeing her brush her hand across her forehead snapping her eyes to meet his. "When I'm done, before I go out for the evening maybe you can show me those designs you've been working on," he said turning, walking from the room, the sound of his door closing sharper than usual. Stepping from the bathroom he shook his head. "She's the one who mentioned dangerous I guess I'll give her a glimpse just how right she is at the moment," he muttered grabbing his leather bomber jacket thrown over the back of a chair. He'd left his hair down having little patience to pull it back to appear more business like. Tonight he wasn't about business he was focused on the satisfaction of both his hunger and his body. People had a tendency of withdrawing when seeing him as he really was. Over many years he'd conformed in order to continue his success otherwise he'd be bored without the challenge of something to do. Walking into the kitchen he felt her mind freeze instantly seeing him. The black form fitting jeans and long sleeved knit shirt left little to the imagination, coupled with his height and hair reaching the middle of his back he knew he looked predatory. Tossing his jacket over the back of a chair he spun around to her. "I'm going to have a brandy before going out. Would you care for one after your meal?" he asked raising one brow when all she did was close her mouth and nod. "I take it you don't think I look the part of a business man anymore than my colleagues do when I'm dressed as myself," he laughed walking out of the room, not waiting for her answer. She finished cleaning off the counter taking a few deep breathes to calm the fluttering she felt swarm over her body when she'd looked up and seen him. She almost laughed when she looked at her fingers curling slightly at the thought of running her hands through his hair testing to see if it felt like the black silk it resembled. Two glasses in hand he stepped back into the kitchen handing her hers and flashing her a smile that caused a blush to tint her cheeks before taking a seat at the table reaching for the stack of drawings she'd put there while he'd showered. "Have a seat please," he chuckled, "with someone of your height in the house I'm beginning to understand how people feel when I'm standing over them," he laughed when she sat down silently her eyes dropping from his. "Gypsy is something wrong?" he asked his voice dropping seductively his grin letting her know he knew exactly what he was doing when she snapped her eyes to his face rubbing her forehead. "I really wish you'd stop that," she frowned, "It's annoying to say the least, and no there's nothing wrong but I'm sure I'm not the only person who's been shocked to see your transformation," she said sarcastically. "My question is how in the hell do you keep your hair hidden and not looking like mine does when I try and twist it up and make it look professional?" Gypsy Designs Ch. 02 Taking a sip of the brandy he laughed. "Your hair should never be hidden like mine is," he said looking at the riot of waves threatening to escape the loose bun she'd pulled her hair into before her work out. Clearing his throat he tried to push the urge down of reaching over and releasing her hair so it filled his hands. "All I do is fold mine before wrapping it, people think I do it to keep what appears to be shoulder length hair neat and business like," he explained. "I let them believe the illusion their comfortable with it makes life easier I've found." "I can see why you'd do that since you'd make for an intimidating opponent to sit across a board room table from," she sighed looking back down at the sketches he was browsing over. He raised his glass to her with a wink, "I might need to remember that next time someone tries to play hardball in negotiations, thanks for the tip. I'll just scare them into agreeing," he laughed. She shook her head at the image that flashed through her mind of him doing just that looking like a large dangerous hit man silently persuading a whimpering business man into signing over his company and fortune to him. "Maybe when and if I make some contacts I'll ask you to attend some of my negotiations," she chuckled. Caydn kept his eyes down not wanting to look at her allowing her see the heat he knew was burning in his eyes after hearing what she was thinking. He knew he needed to finish this quickly and get out of the house away from her since the sound of her heartbeat was becoming louder by the second. He fought the urge to run his tongue over his teeth feeling the sharpness he knew would be there if he didn't get a tighter grip on himself. "I don't think there's a 'maybe' to the issue of your making contacts," he said his voice sounding strained. "Your work's exceptional, but correct me if I'm wrong these are pieces you've designed specifically for you aren't they?" he asked glancing up at her seeing the blush rush to her cheeks. Closing his eyes he slammed his mind shut stopping the roar of her accelerated pulse pounding in his mind, and the flare of heat the blush created. Gripping his glass he silently groaned feeling his cock leap to attention. She nodded, "These are a few things I want to wear to show my ability but I have hundreds of ideas in my head I just haven't taken the time to put them on paper," she laughed slightly, "I have a confession I didn't draw these until this morning. I never draw anything until someone asks to see my ideas I just keep them filed in my head until needed," she admitted. "I take it you have a photographic memory also?" he said before tossing his brandy back, setting the glass on the table, standing shoving the chair back as he did. "I'd like to suggest you put those ideas down on paper because people are going to be less likely to take you seriously if you have to say 'wait and let me draw it out for you'," he said his voice gruff with the internal battle his mind and body were involved in. Shrugging her shoulders wondering at the change in him, "I guess people would call it that I just think of it as convenient and additional storage since it allows me to work on things that interest me while I pretend to be interested in what's going on around me," she grinned. "Well you're in a hurry to go out I'm sure your starving since you slept all day," she said standing up taking the empty brandy glasses to the sink. "I think 'starving' is a little dramatic but I have to admit I have a strong desire to find something that'll be as equally satisfying for a few different urges I'm feeling tonight," he said his voice dropping to the smooth honey toned rhythm with each word. He watched her closely waiting for her reaction to the sound of his voice since he'd changed his approach slightly to see if she'd still feel it as strongly. Hearing her deep sigh he almost smiled with pride. "Does that really work on women?" she asked brushing her hair back from her face her eyes moving to meet his. "I guess I could see how it might work on some of the women who have more hairspray than brains floating between their ears," she laughed, "but saying you're going out for a bite to eat, then see if you could get laid would've been easier," she winked at him laughing at the stunned expression on his face. "it's actually almost to easy to make fun of you since your making it a point of not knowing what I'm thinking," she said putting the glasses in the dishwasher. Caydn knew he only had a few minutes to escape before the conversation got to deep for either of them but he couldn't resist one last comment. "As if that were a possibility with as guarded as you're being now yourself what good would it do me? Would you even give me a chance?" he asked shrugging his jacket over his shoulders. "Try me," she said quietly as if issuing a challenge. Instantly he saw her thoughts, felt her questions when she wondered what it'd be like for him to turn that seductive charm towards her, how it'd feel if he leaned down to kiss her and not some empty headed easily influenced women he picked up in a restaurant or bar. She instinctively knew he'd keep his base instincts and his business life separated. She felt and heard the growl filling her mind before he spun on his heel stalking to the door pausing for a second his eyes locking with hers, she felt the words, 'be very careful what you wish for or you might find out even if your not ready for the truth', the words faded when she heard the car start, tires squealing when the powerful machine drove away from the house. ******************** He pulled into the parking lot of a small pub he frequented from time to time when in town. Shutting off the engine he took a deep breath his body tightened smelling the warm fluids he needed curling their way into his mind. Walking in he found a stool near the end of the bar, sitting down he ordered a drink looking around returning a few smiles when some of the women noticed his presence. Nursing the drink he knew he wasn't going to be able to wait long or he'd be to the point of not carrying if he caused a scene choosing any female randomly. Already he'd noticed some of the men in the bar glaring his way when their wives or girlfriends couldn't seem to take their eyes off of him. He turned toward the pool table to watch the game going on when a young woman bumped into him. "I'm sorry," she said forcing a smile, "I wasn't paying attention," she explained weakly. Looking at the bartender who'd come back with his refill she nodded. "Go ahead and give me a double Steve it looks like I'm heading home as soon as I finish it," she sighed deeply. Caydn turned the stool beside him around smiling at her. "Let me pay for that you, looks like you've had enough stress for one evening," he said smoothly the tone of his voice dropping feeling his pulse quicken slightly as his instincts stepped up. Beverly nodded her thanks taking the stool, raising her glass in a toast before taking a long drink. "Thank you and your right it's been a long day and doesn't look as though it's going to be any better so why not," she laughed. "What brings you out on a week night?" she asked making casual conversation. Caydn turned toward her a bit, "A house guest or should I say a guest of some very close friends is staying with us. I'm not use to having someone else there so I thought I'd come out for a drink and clear my head," he said with a hint of a smile, "and you? Why would you be out on a week night when you don't seem very pleased about it?" She rolled her eyes taking a deep breath, "My boyfriend, well as of about five minutes ago my ex," she frowned. "He called and said he wanted to talk and see if we could iron out some things, after I sat here waiting for him the past hour and a half, when I called he told me he'd changed his mind thinking we'd be better off going our separate ways," she explained sipping her drink. "I'm sorry, that's not something you want to face," he said hiding his smile behind his glass. She sighed looking up meeting his eyes, "It's actually a good thing he's a bastard I just wasn't sure how to get rid of him without him making a scene," she laughed. The two of them talked, he bought her a second drink. Asking the bartender where the nearest place was the two of them to grab something to eat. He helped her from the stool before walking out the door talking casually. Stepping around the side of the building to the dark parking lot he moved to the front of the car pressing her against the building gently when she sighed wrapping her arms around his neck meekly. Lowering his head to her his hand brushed along her rib cage gently cradling the full breasts beneath her sweater. His body took over, his incisors lengthening before he bit into the tender flesh of her throat, feeding his body's need while his hands burned a path over her body preparing to satisfy the sexual burning that'd haunted him the past few days. Hearing her sigh beneath his mouth, shifting her body pushing her large soft breast into his hand he found amber eyes flashing in his mind and the slim slender lines of her body he'd studied earlier in the evening when she was working out. Moving his hand down to the woman's waist he finished feeding. Listening to her mind he gave her a nudge toward making some decisions she'd been struggling with. Stepping back, he walked her to her car explaining he understood her needing to get home to call her sister he agreed making the move to Florida, helping her sister start her business and doing it without the ex would be a good thing. His hands tightened into fists walking back to his car getting in and slamming the door on the expensive sports car. "She's like having a damn conscience," he muttered starting the engine pulling out heading home to spend another frustrating night working while his body throbbed steadily for release. Shaking his head he wondered when he'd become someone who didn't simply take what he needed. Gypsy was sitting on the couch her legs drawn up, her sketch pad across her lap when he walked in. The sound of the radio no doubt having drowned the sound of his car out when he'd pulled in, the fact that she was sitting there her eyes closed for some reason while she was drawing why she hadn't see the lights. Remembering to keep himself blocked off from her probing mind he moved silently across the room to stand behind her his eyes following her hand as it moved effortlessly across the paper the image coming to life. He shook his head amazed at what he was seeing. Her hand never faltered nor did she make a wrong move to have to go back and erase. "Why would I waste my time going back and redoing it, and charcoal isn't the easiest thing to erase ya know," she laughed quietly taking a deep breath opening her eyes leaning her head back to look at him, flashing him a smile at the appreciation she saw on his face. "Gypsy how'd you know I was here?' he asked walking around the couch to take the chair across from her. She looked at the sketch she'd just finished with a smile putting it with the growing stack of drawings beside her. Glancing at him she shrugged her shoulders. "I guess it might have been when you intentionally blocked yourself off after you'd walked in the house," she said with a laugh, "when you pulled in you were as open and loud as an audio book turned all the way up." "I take it the 'events' you'd planned for the evening didn't go well or as far as you'd hope they'd go?" she bit her lip to keep from laughing meeting his dark storm expression. Holding her breath to contain the sigh she was more than a little pleased he appeared as frustrated as he was. "I'd rather not discuss it," he said gruffly, "tell me what the hell you're doing or should I ask how?" Sighing she shook her head, he was moody tonight and he seemed to become larger than he already was, she looked at her sketches, deciding it'd be better to drop the teasing and stick to his questions. "That's the first intelligent thing I seen float across that damn mind of yours tonight," he growled getting up walking to the liquor cabinet, pouring each of them a large portion of brandy. Taking the glass he thrust at her she simply held it, "Why is it I have a funny feeling you or I one if not both will end up being an alcoholic at this rate," she mumbled taking a sip of the brandy before putting the glass on the table beside her. "You said earlier I should put my ideas down on paper instead of just keeping them stored in my head and I thought since you're as successful in business as you are maybe you're right so I've spent the past few hours since you left doing that," she smiled nodding toward the stack of drawings, "how I do it is by closing my eyes and concentrating on what I see in my mind letting my hand move along the lines I see and there they are," she laughed when his mouth fell open his glass halfway to it. "I know it sounds funny but Victor, my father's dad, my grandfather taught me how to draw one summer when my dad took me to Romania to visit," she said with a gentle smile, "he told me to close my eyes and see, really see what I wanted to draw and if I believed in what I saw then my hands would believe it to and I could draw it," she explained. He shook his head meeting her eyes, "You're a wealth of amazing talents and skills aren't you?" he asked laughing, "Should I bother to ask what else you can do or should I just let you continue surprising me?" His smile devilish and suggestive, chuckling when he saw the flush of color covering her cheeks. Setting the sketch pad beside her she uncurled her legs. "I don't really want this brandy would you like it?" she asked, "I'm going to get a glass of water can I get you anything?" "Maybe you're right I could use some coffee if there's any left since no doubt I'll have a night filled with phone calls and conflicts to solve again," he said getting up and following her to the kitchen grabbing her stack of sketches without her knowing it. Gypsy smelled the coffee, coughing it was so strong, "I'll make another pot," she laughed, turning seeing him spreading her drawings out on the large kitchen table. "Hey you know it'd be nice if you'd ask to see those instead of stealing them," she grinned when he looked at her one brow raised. "Let me assure you Gypsy stealing wasn't my intent but if I was going to 'steal' something it would be of much greater value and enjoyment for both," he said quietly pinning her where she was with the burning look. After making coffee she leaned against the counter drinking her ice water watching him go from one sketch to another viewing each as thoroughly as a critic or buyer. She fought the urge to hold her breath waiting for his reaction and comments. Caydn sat down at the table brushing his hair back with both hands, resting his head in his hands silently. The entire time he'd been trying to concentrate on her images he'd been mentally bombarded with her fears and uncertainties about her skills as a designer. "Can I ask what you intend to do with your other degree, I think you said in art?" he said looking up slowly meeting her eyes. Gypsy turned pouring his coffee, taking a deep breath walking to the table handing him the mug. "I always had this thing about colors and textures, how they blended and contrasted one another so art seemed to be only natural for me," she explained. "I take it you think I should focus on something in the art field as opposed to fashion?" she asked sitting in the chair across from him. Putting his elbow on the table leaning toward her slightly, "why would you say that?" he asked his eyes locked with those huge amber eyes that seemed to dominate her face when she was nervous or angry, he noticed for the first time. She almost dropped her eyes, but something told her he was testing her, she'd never been one to back down from a challenge so she leaned forward propping her chin on her hands. The fluttering deep in her stomach became stronger when she found herself wondering just how far she'd go should he challenge her. "I guess I assumed since you asked about my art degree if I was wrong sorry, but I thought you were looking at my drawings to give me input about them," she shrugged her shoulders as if it really didn't matter. With a sigh he shook his head, "These are actually very good, I just wondered why design wasn't your first degree and if you felt you needed further knowledge why art wasn't the second in line," he winked at her laughing when a blush crept into her cheeks. He'd been focusing himself on hearing what she was thinking, doing so he'd been able to block out the sound of her pulse as it traveled along her slender throat but the blush added the rush of heat that radiated from her was almost his undoing. His body reacted to the scent of her almost violently, his cock surging against the confining jeans painfully. Clenching his teeth together to control the growl deep in his throat, he knew by the depth of innocence in her eyes she had no clue the effect she was having on him. "I wanted to ask you if you thought you'd have time to create something to wear to a large semi formal event the first part of next week?" he leaned back in his chair putting some distance between the two of them. She leaned back also, "The answer to the question is yes but why? Are you going to take me cologne tasting?" she laughed her eyes sparkling, "Or do you think my being there'd save you from all of the buxom women who like air kissing your cheek?" she covered her mouth, her tone becoming serious. "Or would this be a test to see if I could really make what I can design on paper or if they're just pretty drawings?" she asked sarcastically trying to fight the urge to reach across the table and touch his mouth, wanting to know if they'd feel to see if they were as rigid as they appeared at time or soft and seductive as others. Caydn turned his head, looking out the large bay window at the pool and patio area, anything to keep her thoughts from unleashing the desire he held in such close check. The steam rising from the heated pool in the cool night air created a mystical looking mist hovering just above the waters surface. "Well to answer your question," he said standing pushing his chair in, "no this is not for cologne tasting I'll keep the pleasure of that 'fetish' I think you called it to myself thank you," he laughed walking around the table, stopping at her side making her tilt her head back so she could see him clearly. "When're you going to stop getting your damn nose out of joint if I ask you something?" he asked with a deep chuckle as her eyes grew large, her mind slipping through his thoughts becoming confused. She gasped when he leaned down quickly scooped her into his arms. He held her tightly walking to the back door. "The reason I asked is I thought it might be a good opportunity for you to meet some women who love to have designer items made for them so they never have to worry about walking into a party seeing someone else wearing the same dress or what ever it may be," he said kicking the door closed behind him, his arms around her tight while she squirmed trying to get free. "But you suddenly decide I'm testing you and don't think your capable of making the clothes. Gypsy I think it's you who isn't to sure?" "Caydn what in the world are you doing?" she almost squeaked glancing toward the pool then back at him, "Oh no you're not going to," she said increasing her struggles to make him put her down even thought she'd known immediately what his plans were. "I do hope you can swim Gypsy," he laughed when he finally put her down, directly in the swirling warm water of the pool. He stood there legs braced wide, his arms crossed laughing when she surfaced with a roar. Stepping back he looked down at the water that almost splashed over his shoes. Gypsy Designs Ch. 02 "Why in the hell did you do that?" she demanded treading water, staring at him like he'd grown a second head. "Was there any logical reason to throw me in the pool in the middle of the night other than you got a laugh out of it?" she pushed her wet hair back out of her face before swimming for the edge. Squatting near the edge he smiled at her watching as she gripped the edge of the pool afraid to try and climb out for fear he flipped her back in. "You seemed to be getting defensive, I thought maybe a relaxing dip would take the edge off your suspicious nature and you'd begin taking what I say for it's value, not as an insult or attack," he explained his voice dropping to the deep honeyed tones he knew would make her glare at him. "You might want to help me out before these wet clothes pull me down and you have to call 911 to rescue me," she snarled rubbing her forehead, "And for gods sake stop doing that it's hard enough to stay afloat without you making me forget to paddle," she pouted slightly only to make him laugh louder. "Has anyone ever told you you're adorable looking like a wet rat?" he chuckled reaching his hand out to her. Grasping her wrist he waited until she wrapped both hands around his arm before pulling her up. The breath was sucked out of him when her body came out of the water, the thin spandex plastered to her body as if a second skin leaving nothing to the imagination at all. "I lost a sock," she said quietly her teeth chattering the cold breeze turning the wet fabric icy quickly. Shaking his head he met her eyes, "What?" He asked not having the slightest idea what she'd said his attention focused on rock hard nipples pushing against the fabric begging to be released. "I said I lost my sock," she groaned shivering, "You're busy looking at my breasts and I'm standing here freezing now that the wind decided to blow, and my sock is in the bottom of the pool," she snapped sarcastically Shaking himself mentally he stepped forward grabbing her waist when she stepped back almost landing in the pool again. Pulling her against him he wrapped his arms around her back just as a gust of wind hit him in the back blowing his hair over his shoulder and hers. She felt the heat radiating from him and as much as she would've liked to flip his ass in the pool she buried her face against his chest while he protected her from the wind. Leaning down he scooped her up, walking quickly back into the house. "Gypsy you've got to get out of these clothes," he said lowering her legs, his teeth clenched tightly when her body slid down the length of his, his cock straining toward the contact. "Here," he said grabbing the hem of her shirt pulling it over her head in one tug. She almost growled finding herself standing in front of him half naked soaking wet. Crossing her arms over her breasts she glared at him, knowing the effect was ruined when she shivered uncontrollably her teeth chattering. Closing her eyes she just wanted him to go away, pretending none of it had happened. The heat from his eyes moving over her making her cheeks flush brightly even though she felt frozen. He threw her shirt on the counter before yanking his shirt off then tugging it down over her head, her grumbling stifled for a second until she thrust her arms through the sleeves trying to push his hands away from her. "Damn it, hold still Gypsy," he snapped as his thumbs snagged the waist band of her pants yanking them down over her hips before she could stop him. She was forced to grab his shoulder for balance when he knelt tugging the clinging wet fabric down her legs for her to step out of them. Stepping back from him the instant her legs were free from the pants. She ran her hands down the shirt thankful it came to mid thigh and covered her body. "Have you lost you're mind or maybe a better question would be did you ever have one?" she snarled rubbing her arms, her hands lost inside the long sleeves of his shirt. Turning away from him when he tried to grab her hands, "you've done more than enough thanks," she said sarcastically. "Is this how you treat everyone who comes here? Or am I just one of the lucky ones and I'm getting the full out treatment?" Caydn leaned against the counter, his eyes traveling from the wet curls that'd escaped down over the large black shirt that swallowed her fragile body before reaching the long sun tanned legs that seemed to go on forever. "Anyone ever tell you you've got amazing legs?" he chuckled hearing her loud sigh, "sorry and to answer your question no," he explained looking up to meet her fiery amber eyes. "This isn't my normal treatment of guests, I guess you can just say you bring something primal out in me I can't seem to resist," he said reaching out to tug at a curl that lay over her breast, her nipples pushing sharply against the soft fabric of his shirt. "You know if you didn't get so defensive about anything I say then I wouldn't have thought about tossing your amazingly delightful ass in the pool," he winked at her his arms casually crossed over the muscled expanse of bare chest. "I just wanted to make sure that if you'd be able to finish whatever projects you've got going and have something for a semi formal event. Hell Gypsy I don't think I've seen you in anything other than sweat pants or work out clothes since you've been here," he laughed trying to steer his mind to something other than the expanse of naked flesh just barely hidden from his view. She shrugged her shoulders pushing her hair out of her face. She picked up her wet pants tossed in a pile with her one sock, grabbing her shirt from the counter, glaring at him noticing his eyes dropped to the hem of the shirt edging dangerously close to the curves of her ass when she'd bent over. She closed her eyes for a second taking a deep breath stomping down the urge to step toward him and lean against the hard muscles of his chest. "Have you never felt out of place anywhere? And had something, a shirt or maybe that leather jacket that made you feel comfortable?" she asked opening her eyes finding hers locked to his before turning and walking to the laundry room with the wet clothes. "Actually yes and my favorite shirt happens to be the one you're wearing," he chuckled meeting her eyes when she stepped back into the kitchen, "but I'll let it slide this time since you seem to need of it than I do." Pushing the sleeves up so her hands weren't hidden she almost laughed, looking down seeing herself standing there in nothing but his shirt, a puddle where she'd been standing on the floor. "Well I guess you can say my sweat pants and work out clothes are those 'favorite' things for me, sort of like old friends that keep me company in a new place and a totally new situation in my life," she explain taking a kitchen towel squatting down carefully to mop up the water on the tile floor. Keeping her head down she felt the heat of his eyes as they slid over her legs and over the curve of her ass where his shirt was riding dangerously high. Pushing away from the counter he held his hand out to help her up when she finished, "What had you running away to the point you agreed to come and stay in a large house set away from everything and everyone with an older couple, granted I know your aunt and uncle but Gypsy you seem to be more independent than that," he asked meeting her eyes, searching for answers as to how and why his normally regimented life was in danger of being turned upside down. Taking the towel from her he walked to the laundry room door, tossing it into the washing machine from the doorway before turning back watching her sit down at the table, tucking her legs under her covering them with the oversized shirt. Coughing to cover the strangled sound that almost escape at the flash of long slender legs leading up to what he knew would be heaven. "I mean did you make such bad mistakes you're not sure how to start over? Or did you get involved with the wrong people and you have to hide out for awhile? What is it because nothing about you seems 'normal' and before you get your back up I don't mean that as an insult just an observation," he said raising his hand stopping her from saying anything when he saw her head snap around her eyes locking with his the anger obvious, her eyes almost burning him on the spot. Gypsy dropped her head, she hated sharing anything about her life with people especially someone who made her feel small and almost insignificant as Caydn did, but she knew he deserved an explanation since it was his home and life she'd invaded. "You want some answers fine," she said with a heavy sigh, "but do me a favor put a shirt on, I'm going to go put some clothes on and if you'd care to join me for some hot chocolate fine if not I'd like some to help me warm up," she said standing with only a glance his way, walking out of the kitchen toward her rooms. She silently chuckled when she heard the strained groan when as she felt the hem of his shirt brushing over her ass teasingly. "Good let him see how frustrating it can be to wonder what's under one of his shirts," she muttered to herself, grinning when she heard his deep laugh knowing he'd heard her. Caydn poured himself another cup of coffee and was leaning against the counter when she walked back in the kitchen. She noticed he was wearing a shirt identical to the one she was still wearing. Since the shirt was warm she hated the thought of taking it off, the dampness already drying. Seeing his hair pulled back and tied, not the way he wore it when he went out just held back out of his face she almost frowned realizing she'd liked it down but knew she'd never admit it. He almost chuckled hearing what she was thinking. She seemed to be especially vulnerable tonight and wasn't doing anything to keep her thoughts from broadcasting. Stepping back when she passed to get everything she needed to make hot chocolate, he reached up pulling the leather thong from his hair winking at her before putting it in his pocket, moving to take one of the tall stools. "Hadn't anyone told you that isn't polite?" she asked realizing he'd taken his hair down because he was listening to her thoughts. "My grandfather told me it wasn't polite unless the other person knew and agreed," she admonished him quietly turning to the stove. Leaning back on the stool watching her closely, feeling the mental barrier she'd put up, weak but her attempt at keeping her thoughts contained. He noticed she still wore his shirt, having rolled the sleeves up so her hands weren't lost, the tail of it hanging free the front tucked into the low rise jeans she'd put on. Her hair was down. He saw the riot of waves and colors for the first time reaching the base of her back swaying when she stirred the chocolate mixture. "Gypsy did Victor ever tell you that you make it easy for someone to read what your thinking because when you're not consciously blocking you project you're thoughts. I don't have to try to listen I have to work harder to not listen," he said gently seeing her back stiffen and hearing the surge in her heart beat. Nodding her head she poured hot chocolate into a large mug she'd got out of the cabinet before turning around, leaning back against the counter meeting his insanely dark eyes hesitantly. "Actually my grandfather and you aren't the only people who've mentioned that to me," she smiled gently, "when I'd go visit him with my dad when I was little, from time to time he'd have guests at the house late in the evenings. Before bed I always went down and gave him a hug. Sometimes the people would frown at me, one of them told me I needed to stop being so loud if I wasn't going to learn to control myself," she laughed. "I thought he meant running into the room so when I got done hugging my grandfather and started to leave the room I tiptoed out and everyone laughed," she shook her head, "My grandfather sat me down the next day, he told me why and also showed me how to keep things private as he called it." "You are one of only two or three people other than when I was visiting him that's ever mentioned it or that I've recognized that can do the same thing," she said taking a drink of her chocolate. "Why don't we go into the study, I'll start a fire so we can talk and you can stop shivering," he smiled standing up walking toward front of the house not even waiting to see if she'd follow. In the study he turned the knob near the fireplace, pushing the button and laughed when the gas fireplace came to life, the igniter Vince installed working like a charm. "Not as homey as wood but does a very nice job taking the chill out of the room," he said never turning to look at her when she walked in the room. She sat at the end of the large leather couch near the fire looking into the dancing flames. Feeling something on the couch beside her she smiled when she saw the thick textured throw he'd laid there in case she needed it. "Thank you," she said quietly, "the only thing not inviting about leather furniture is the time it takes to warm it up once you sit down," she chuckled. His smile flashed quickly as his eyes traveled over the seductive picture she created curled on his couch, her hair is wild disarray, her lips tempting and full. He saw her look at him quickly before dropping her eyes back to her chocolate, seeing the silent defiance he couldn't help himself. The soft fabric of the shirt molded itself over the full curves of her breasts, the thrust of marble hard nipple making it obvious she hadn't put a bra on when she'd got dressed. Running his tongue over his lips he imagined circling each peak gently before biting down slightly forcing a groan from her rigid hold of her body and emotions. She looked up quickly gasping when she felt her nipples tightening almost painfully as his mental images filled her mind. Tightening her hands around the mug she glared at him. "That isn't necessary the leather will warm up on it's own with out any help," she said quietly. Laughing he took a large over stuffed chair across from her his eyes moving up over her face noticing how large her eyes seemed, the fire reflecting off the deep amber color making them sparkle in the dimly lit room. Taking a deep breath she never took her eyes from the fire, "well you wanted to know why I'm here," she said with a sigh. "I could say that I needed a new adventure, one not so mainstream but would you buy that?" she chuckled glancing up to see him shaking his head with a smile. "Didn't figure," she rolled her eyes pulling the soft throw over her legs, tucking her feet up beside her, she closed her eyes as her arm brushed her sensitive nipples fighting to keep hr mind on the task at hand, sharing all the reasons she was there. "A few years ago I accepted some help from an assistant in the literature department at school," she said taking a drink of the chocolate, "I was taking so many classes and working also. I didn't have the patience to do all the proofing and editing I needed done on a project and Roland offered to help me, saying it'd benefit both of us, him with experience and help take some of the strain off of me," she explained. "I wish someone had told me that he'd be nothing but a nightmare," she said sarcastically. He watched her carefully seeing the slight frown on her face, "how could someone helping you turn into a nightmare?" he asked. "Well at first he was a help. I turned my project in and got outstanding reviews, later I found out that he took credit with the professor and other people in the department for my work," she explaining meeting his eyes, "he didn't say he'd written it, but that the idea and concept was his work because I couldn't focus on any one thing, which partly was true if I could've focused totally on it I'd have done the damn work without his help," she leaned her head on her hand rubbing her temple. "I guess you could say my letting him help me on that opened the door letting him into my life, only he took it as an invitation to step in and take over," she shook her head. "We'd started seeing one another or should I say he was seeing me and it was just easier to accept it then to change it," she laughed. "It was nice to have someone around to talk to, have dinner with instead of sitting on my couch eating cold take out over a stack of books," she grinned. "a lot of it's my fault because when he started talking about 'us' having a life after I graduated I ignored it. I was still trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life and none of those ideas included him, I just never said that out loud." Caydn watched her closely feeling the stronger barriers she seemed to be enclosing her thoughts behind as she talked, the concentration it took to do that not showing on her at all. "You can stop because I'm very good at locking down," she met his eyes, "I learned the hard way not to let anything happen to easily because it comes back to bite you in the ass," she laughed at the evil expression that flashed across his face at the mere suggestion of ass biting. He nodded, "Sorry it's a habit I've never seen someone do the things you do so easily," he said honestly wondering why she was alone and not protected by her grandfather or someone he would've put in place he trusted. "That's another discussion all together and one I don't want to get into now if you really want to hear this drama story of mine," she sighed. "When I mentioned my idea of working on a double major that's when I had to stop ignoring what Roland was saying and open my eyes," she said with a frown. "My papers were reflecting all his ideas, not mine anymore, and I wasn't happy but knew again it'd been my allowing it to happen. I mentioned wanting to add the design degree one evening when we were at dinner, he told me point blank I wouldn't be doing that because it didn't fit into the plans 'he' had for 'our' lives. That's when I knew for certain he'd been controlling my life and I was just along for the ride." "You didn't notice him manipulating everything?" Caydn asked quietly amazed as he always was when he saw people moving through life like robots lead around by others. "I think I did at first but then it became second nature to just pour some oil on the water so to speak to keep everything calm," she explained, "I had years of practice watching my father do the same with my mother. She set the ground rules and made sure those who didn't want to follow those rules would have to pay the penalty." "I met your father Elliot, a few times and on one occasion had the pleasure of meeting your mother," he said with a chuckle, "Not speaking out of line, but Evelyn's an interesting woman to say the least. I can see why you picked that behavior up from your dad." She shook her head laughing, "Not out of line at all, everyone who met the two of them more than once knew quickly what she was like. The only thing I regret was my dad staying and putting up with it but I think deep down he wouldn't allow my mother to take me away from him if he'd divorced her so he stayed," she admitted sadly. He felt the agitation radiating from her when she turned, looking at the fire for a few minutes not saying anything. He figured she was thinking about her parents until he caught flashes of thoughts and images escaping her control, raised voices and the chill and feeling of something evil that had held her attention before the hard slap to her face, the hand print that remained for an hour or more afterward. Sitting forward in the chair he looked at her, "He hit you?" he said his voice a growl, "This bastard hit you and you didn't even see it coming?" he said standing up pacing in front of the dark bank of windows shaking his head as he fought the sudden urge to find this sniveling excuse for a man. Gypsy Designs Ch. 02 "It really wasn't anything," she said knowing she'd allowed him to see that so she wouldn't have to say it out loud. "It was really when I woke up and saw who he was so I've learned it was a good thing and not all negative," she explained watching when he spun on his heel to stare at her. "Some man hitting you has a good side to it? Are you insane?" he snapped, the anger apparent on his face. "You act like you'd love nothing better than to shred me at times, but this 'Roland' character can physically abuse you and it's a 'good thing'?" He shoved his hand through his hair glaring at her like she'd lost her mind. The anger welled up in him with a rush he'd not experienced many times in his years, the thought of someone hitting or hurting her almost choking him while she sat there so calmly accepting it. "Well it opened my eyes, it was all the shit he tried to pull afterward I don't like," she said firmly her chin lifting feeling as if she needed to defend herself. "He did everything he could to sabotage my work on my double degree, talking to professors, convincing them how poorly I was doing. Showing up where I worked, making complaints trying to get me fired. I eventually went to the police and filed stalking charges against him so if he tried to get any closer I could legally stop him," she sighed setting her mug down on the end table, tucking the blanket around her as if to create a cocoon that would protect her. Her actions subtle but spoke volumes to him as he watched her, the shadows of fear and stress flashed across her face, lingering in her eyes. Small pieces of what'd happened invaded his mind while he continued to pace trying to erase the anger from his body language knowing she was reacting to it also. "Sophie knew about this that's why she went to visit you a few months ago isn't it?" he asked, "I was in town for a few days but I could tell something was bothering her when she asked if I minded her taking a few days off, she never told me what it was but I knew it upset her." She smiled suddenly then just as quickly tried to hide it, the laughter showing in her eyes, "What would you've done? Showed up with Sophie like an avenging angel come to right the wrongs done by the villain?" she couldn't help but laugh not only at what she'd said but at the dark frown he gave her. Stepping around the room, stopping in front of her he reached down taking her chin making her look up at him. "Gypsy why don't you just hush while you're ahead and relax, just let me see it all before my temper gets the best of me," he said gently his thumb stroking gently along her jaw line. He smiled at her small sigh and nod. Stepping back he was slammed with the projected thoughts and memories that battered her mind. "So you really think he's crazy enough to try and find out where you're at and show up here?" he said with a wicked smile, his eyes almost glowing in the reflected firelight. "Can you tell me about what you felt while all that happened?" he asked watching her closely. The darkness he'd felt had been slightly familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it. Her eyes snapped to his quickly before she shivered, feeling the sudden chill that surrounded her. "How did you know about that? Could you see it or feel it?" she asked watching him closely. "Tell me if you know what it was. I've felt it more than once and I hate it. It feels like someone's watching me, they can see me and can hear what I'm thinking, but I don't know them," she said with a frown. She closed her eyes nodding, "And Roland yes, he's done it before if I've even gone somewhere for a weekend or on a class trip. His father is a big alumnus with the university and he uses that influence to gain information," she explained. "The only way I think he could find me is through my best friend Megan because she's the only person who knows where I am, and she only knows the area but nothing more. His father also knows Barton Currington, Evelyn's father, but he hasn't spoken a word to me since my parents were killed." He smiled down at her, "Let me assure you the estate has the best security money can buy so you're perfectly safe here, it might actually be fun if he'd try and show up. And all I got was your feeling and sense of what was surrounding you," he said rubbing his hands along her arms to warm her while she continued shivering. The emotions hit him hard feeling the panic rising in her quickly. Sitting down on the couch he reached for her, pulling her against his side, his arm wrapping around her shoulders holding her gently. His body surged instantly at the contact but he pushed it back down sharply knowing the last thing she needed was to be hit with the overwhelming desire he had dancing through his mind to bury himself deep inside hr body wiping out all thoughts except what he was doing to her. "Don't worry he's not going to be able to destroy anything else in your life, and what ever else that was wouldn't dare cross into my world and bother you again," he said reassuringly, "I spoke to Sophie this evening it looks like if we're able to set up some home care and rehab visits they've decided Vince might be able to come home next week so they'll both be here and the house won't be as empty and you won't be alone while I'm busy or gone," he told her. She felt the warmth radiating from him, leaning against him her body stiff, not knowing if she could trust him. His words were soothing, taking a deep breath forcing her to relax and accept the comfort he offered. Her heart rested against his chest as his contained thoughts slipped effortlessly into her mind creating a rush of heat knowing he wanted her even though she was broken and damaged as she appeared in her own vision. Stretching his legs out to the coffee table, he shifted her slightly settling her against him more comfortably tucking her shoulder under his arm, lifting his hand brushing her hair back from her face before tangling in the thick waves holding against him. "You're not in this alone, and there isn't anyone here that's going to allow this bastard to play his games, unless you want to write some new rules," he chuckled brushing his chin against the top of her head. Smiling against her hair he shifted slightly as she curled against him, keeping her from coming into contact with his straining cock. He'd felt her mental smile when she'd blushed knowing just some of his thoughts. "The only rule I'd want would be that he left me alone and forgot he ever knew me or my name," she said just above a whisper feeling safe for the first time in years. Caydn held perfectly still when she shifted her body, her head now on his chest her arm thrown across his waist sleeping soundly. All the tangled thoughts that normally ran through her mind, seemed calmer at night, less frantic then he'd ever heard them. A few times he chuckled when he caught glimpses of her attitude surfacing thinking about the outfit she was planning to surprise him for the evening he'd invited her to attend with him. The fluttering feeling of her heart under his hand along her ribcage caused his body to tighten time and time again forcing him to turn his mind to other things mentally shaking him self before he lowered his head tasting what she had to offer. It would be so easy to turn her face up to his and lose himself in those soft lips, his tongue sliding between them to do battle with hers as his hands took over exploring her body before he leisurely took his time tasting every inch of her. It surprised him when he realized instead of feeling frustrated and impatient even though his level of sexual frustration was off the charts, he'd managed to spend most the night doing nothing but holding her while she slept. Normally he'd have been like a caged animal without continuous business matters to throw him self into, calls to make reports to read and comment on, but the night had been different calming and restful for both of them. Looking toward the large bank of windows that looked out over the informal flower garden he saw the deep darkness that proceeded dawn. He hated to wake her but knew soon he'd need to rest. Leaning to the right, shifting her head from his chest to his arm so he could scoop his arm under her legs, she groaned softly fighting the movement that was waking her before she was ready. "What's wrong?" she said softly, "Caydn you can put me down I'll walk to bed." He chuckled holding her tighter, cradling her against his body her head on his shoulder. "Hush and let me do this," he said brushing his lips across her forehead when she slipped her arms around his neck with a sigh. Kneeling on the edge of the bed once he'd got to her room he laid her in the center pulling his arms from beneath her before covering her with the thick throw she'd used all night. Reaching for the extra blanket draped at the end of the bed he spread it over her also. Looking down at her, he felt his body aching with need, creating a storm he knew would be out of his control if he didn't find some relief for his physical drive soon. Shaking his head he smiled remembering her face flashing through his mind when the woman from the bar was in his arms warm and willing earlier that evening. The thought of her was enough to make him stifle his desire holding it back allowing it to simmer awhile longer. "You know sleeping near you is what I'd imaging a wet dream to be like," she whispered with a chuckle, "safe but warm, wet and satisfying just the same." With a sigh she rolled onto her side slipping back to sleep while he knelt beside her fighting right and wrong. With a sigh he stood, going back down stairs he checked the house and security, before walking to his study locking the door behind him, stepping into the restful darkness of his bedroom for the day knowing it was going to be anything but restful sleeping with his cock demanding attention when ever the wind blew or she took a deep breath. ******************* Gypsy woke up realizing she was still wearing clothes, then it dawned on her she'd fallen asleep in the study downstairs with Caydn's arm wrapped around her, her head on his chest. She vaguely remembered waking up when he carried her up stairs putting her to bed some time in the early morning. Covering her face she wondered if she had only dreamt making the comment about him being like a wet dream or had she really said it? Grabbing a quick shower she went down stairs and started a pot of coffee. Finishing breakfast she grabbed her keys, heading out the door to visit Sophie and Vince before getting down to business picking out fabric and cutting out each piece before spending the night sewing, determined to finish one piece each day. Caydn didn't have to look for her when he'd got up, walking upstairs he stood at the door watching her sewing then ironing the piece she was working on, the radio on in the background as she sang along softly with each song. Clearing his throat to let her know he was there only to laugh when she turned grinning at him knowing he'd been there before he'd even got to the door. "I see you've been busy if chaos is any indication," he laughed looking at all the fabric pieces on the floor and stuck to her clothes. She looked around the room nodding, "I never claimed I was good at keeping things ship shape while I'm working, just that I'm amazing at everything else," she chuckled pushing her hair out of her face, sitting down at the sewing machine again. "I take it your going out again, I was going to ask for a favor if you didn't have some pressing meeting or event planned," she glanced over her shoulder at him. He nodded, "Yes I'm going to out for a bit, depending on what the favor is I don't see why I couldn't handle it," he said walking across the room stopping beside her. "I've been so busy I haven't thought about dinner and was wondering if maybe you'd swing by the Chinese place in the strip mall on the way back from town and pick up some soup and egg rolls for me that way I can keep working," she said, pinning the fabric she was holding together looking up for a moment to flash him a flirty smile. His head fell back laughing deeply, "Did you actually just try flirting with me to get your way?" he asked his hands on his hips making the robe fall open over the muscled chest. She felt her heart jump to her throat when she looked up at him, his hair falling over his shoulder down over the bare skin now exposed. Dropping her head she hoped she hadn't just licked her lips for real, wondering just what the smooth expanse of skin would taste like against her mouth. Closing her eyes she heard his chuckle knowing he'd heard what she was thinking since she'd done nothing to stop it. Daring to open her eyes just a bit she gasped to find him leaning down his nose almost touching hers his eyes probing hers, his smile making him seem less threatening. "I've got to admit as tempting as that little flash of thought was I think this might be a safer way for you to find out exactly how I taste," he said leaning forward his lips caressing hers gently causing her to inhale sharply his tongue sliding seductively along her bottom lip. "Hmm you do taste like warm oranges," he said his voice a whisper against her mouth. "If this isn't enough of a taste for you then I'm sure I can find it in myself to be the gentleman and let you taste my chest, but granted your lips pressed against my body might be a test, but I assure you it's one I'm willing to take." The heat flushed her cheeks hearing his whispered words, feeling the heat of his mouth caressing hers. A groan escaped her when his teeth brushed her lips tugging at them gently, the muscles deep in her stomach spasmed forming a knot of heat she didn't understand. She met his eyes, feeling his hand slip under her hair curling around the back of her neck pulling her toward him before deepened the kiss hungrily a low growl barely audible escaping his throat. She sighed only for the sound to be captured by his mouth as she returned his kisses unintentionally. The heat and sensations drew her like a moth to a flame, relaxing she opened her mouth to his her tongue dancing seductively along his. Her hands moved from the fabric she held to touch the silken hair that fell over his shoulder as he leaned toward her. Caydn felt the burning hunger to feed and for satisfaction from the web of physical desire that'd haunted him from the day she'd walked through the door into his life. Nipping at her tongue he knelt beside her chair pulling her body against his chest, her hand coming to rest against him her fingers caressing absently while his mouth continued its intensive assault on hers. His hand slid around her throat his thumb stroking the rapidly beating pulse causing her to groan at his caress. Feeling his body throbbing he fought for control before he pulled her out of the chair and onto the floor beneath him driving his cock into her delicious body satisfying both needs ripping through his mind and body. Gypsy felt his thoughts as well as hearing them, feeling his fight with himself and the confusing needs bombarding him, she pulled back slightly breaking the kiss, the only sound in the room was their gasping breath drowning out the radio. "I'm sorry Gypsy," he said through clenched teeth trying to gain control of his body before standing, his cock standing at attention yet again painfully obvious and possibly embarrassing to her. "But I'm not going to say that I haven't wanted to do that from the minute I found you eating pizza and sorting through a trunk of fabric," he said softly his voice strained his forehead resting against her. "Well don't say your sorry then," she whispered, "it makes it sound like you really are and this was a mistake." Blushing she smiled at the boldness of her statement. Brushing his hair back over his shoulders he looked at her, "And you don't think this was a mistake?" he asked softly. "How could anything that felt like that be a mistake?" she chuckled, "now I'm not saying that if it happened again it wouldn't be, but sometimes there are just some thing's you've got to know and this was one of them." Fighting the urge to drag her back into his arms, he leaned back smiling at her trying his best to keep the strain he felt hidden when he met her eyes that had melted to look like liquid fire. "So let me see if I've got this right, once is acceptable but twice might not be?" he chuckled, "Gypsy you need to remember anything unacceptable or possibly the least bit dangerous will crawl under your skin and taunt you until you face it and prove it wrong," he said softly tugging a lose curl that'd fallen over her shoulder. "You work I'm going to shower and go out and see to my own needs," he almost groaned, the feeling of frustration roaring through his mind, "I'll bring your soup and egg rolls when I come back," he laughed, standing and spinning on his heel walking out of the room before he wasn't physically able to walk away from her. Driving toward town he recognized that he was much more of a predator tonight than he'd been in many years. Never one to deny himself any form of satisfaction his sudden behavior of not taking everything he needed was intensifying everything including his anger. Scanning the area as he drove he knew he wasn't in the best mood to visit any of the places he normally frequented, or he'd find some way of taking his frustration out on someone. Driving past a dark convenient store he noticed a car sitting in the parking lot the hood open, a woman standing beside it talking rather animated on a cell phone. Turning around in the next parking lot he turned in pulling behind her car rolling his window down. The woman snapped her cell phone closed before glancing up at him. Her expression changed from frustration to excitement but he could sense the discomfort of fear also. "Is there anything I could do to help you?" he asked his voice immediately dropping to the deep honeyed tones of persuasion his eyes never leaving hers. The passenger door opened quickly, a tall redhead stepped out, "Would it be to much to ask that you might have a gun so we can shoot her sorry ass boyfriend who won't come jump off the car?" she snapped walking around the back of the car to lean against the trunk. He laughed, "I don't think that'd help anything but if you'd like I can give you a jump, then what the two of you decide to do to the boyfriend is up to you," he flashed them a suggestive smile. Getting out he got the jumper cables from his trunk, pulling his car around along side theirs. Within minutes he told her to try the engine that turned over instantly. Disconnecting the cables he handed them to the first small brunette who'd been on the phone, suggesting she carry them to the trunk of his car while he secured the cover over the battery posts. Glancing at the redhead he smiled seeing her standing along side the fender smiling compliantly. Walking to the back of his car he wiped his hands before reaching for the cables, pulling the brunette into his arms. Dropping his head he fed quickly satisfying the basic hunger he'd felt every time he woke. Closing the tiny marks on her throat he suggested she wait in the car while he finished putting the cables away and closing the hood for her. Closing the trunk, he walked over taking the redhead's hand walking her to the front of the car before wrapping his arms around her in what would look like a friendly hug before his incisors pierced the skin of her throat allowing him to take what he needed. When the redhead's hand came up to caress his chest he almost snarled as the burning physical need filed his mind and body. His cock painfully hard instantly as images of Gypsy flashed through his mind, her scent, her taste the warmth that'd radiated from her body when she'd slept nestled at his side her head resting on his chest. Moving his hand along the red heads side he smiled as she groaned when his hands cupped her breast, his fingers pinching her nipple sharply as she thrust it against his hand. Gypsy Designs Ch. 02 A low growl escaped him as her hand moved to stroke the length of his cock firmly through his slacks letting him know she was more than willing to satisfy all the needs he had, evident by the bulge she caressed hungrily. His mind flashed to Gypsy and the look of the melted Amber when he'd pulled back from her lips. The desire yet discovered or explored that was hidden inside her. Moving his tongue over the marks on her throat he walked the redhead to her door, shaking his head as he watched his relief preparing to leave. Bending down he spoke to the women the honeyed tones weaving a silent web through the minds of each. Closing the hood he stepped to the brunette's window shaking her hand when she thanked him for his help saying she thought the two of them would go have a few drinks and to hell with boyfriends who weren't willing to help. Getting back in his car adjusting his cock roughly he snarled loudly, "What in the hell's happening to me?" he snapped he jammed the car in gear, pulling out of the parking lot squealing tires. "What I should be doing is following those two to a motel, spending the night indulging in nothing wild animalistic sex, hell the redhead was burning with it as badly as I am. What a perfect way to spend an evening with those legs wrapped around me as she rode me and the brunette waiting in line for her turn," he muttered to himself turning on his signal, pulling into the strip mall that contained the Chinese restaurant Gypsy mentioned. "But no I'm acting like an errand boy," he growled slamming the door of the sports car walking in to place her order. She was pouring hot water into the small tea pot when she heard his car pull in. She glanced toward the door hearing his car door slam violently. The rush of cold emotion slammed into her mind making her hands shake with the intensity of it. She wasn't sure if she should run and hide before he got in the house or stand her ground, seeing what he was so worked up about. Caydn opened the door, grabbing it just before it slammed into the wall. Stopping in his tracks he met Gypsy's eyes standing with a tea kettle in her hands, visibly shaking, her eyes all but covering her face. She'd turned when he slammed the door open. His body filled the door completely as she watched him reasoning with himself before looking up seeing her there. The knot of fear in her stomach grew when she felt him slam his mind shut, his thoughts stopping their bombardment instantly but the rage radiated from his body like the burning heat from a fire turned inferno. He'd smelled her fear as well as saw it, blocking his mind so she wouldn't feel what was surging through him, instinctively knowing she wouldn't understand. Taking a deep breath he closed the door behind him before turning back to her. "I didn't know what kind of soup you wanted to they gave me two kinds, as for the egg rolls you have six, two of each kind they had," he said holding the bag up, walking over setting it on the counter. "Would you please put that damn thing of boiling water down before you drop it and burn yourself," he snapped seeing her hands now shaking almost violently. Stepping around the counter he took it from her setting it on the stove. "I guess since all you're going to do is stand and stare at me I'll see about getting some work done," he snapped and walked around the counter, "I suggest you eat while it's still hot. I'll see you tomorrow." "Who pissed in your wheatie's?" she mumbled after she watched him storm out of the kitchen shaking her head. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes for a second mentally forcing the shaking in her hands to stop, concentrating on the smooth seductive behavior he showed earlier she tried to erase the dangerously out of control man who'd exploded into the house only minutes before. "Stop thinking about that!" His voice roared from the front of the house, "or at least spare me, put up your blocks so it doesn't echo in my head," he said stalking back into the kitchen pinning her to the counter with his glare. Shaking she ground her teeth together, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. The color rushed to her face feeling an uncontrollable urge to pick something up and crack him in the skull with it. Suddenly she remembered Roland, she'd never had reason to be afraid of him and he'd been the one to slap her as if trying to knock her head off her shoulders and in front of her now was a man who she should be very afraid of yet she wasn't. Caydn dropped his eyes from her, taking a deep breath before looking back at her. "You're right you never have to be afraid of me because there's no way I'd ever hurt you," he said his voice quiet for a moment before his eyes flared at her again when her memories of earlier hit him physically like a ton of bricks. "Stop it," he growled the sound deep in his throat, "think of anything else, hell even your old whimpering spineless boyfriend 'Roland'," he said sarcastically. "Just give me the peace of mind and forget about earlier," he almost begged. "What in the hell's wrong with you?" she snapped her eyes glittering she was so angry. "Earlier 'you' were kissing me until it felt like 'you' were trying to melt my circuits down, then suddenly when you come back 'you' are yelling at 'me' about it and demanding I forget it," she said, her cheeks turning a fiery red suddenly as she stared at him. "So that's it, my asking a favor got in your way," she gasped glaring at him, "I'm the reason your not in a motel right now with the redhead and brunette you met earlier and it's 'my' fault because I asked if you'd bring me something back when you came home," she said through clenched teeth snarling each word. He snapped his head around to look at her. He'd begun pacing the kitchen like a caged animal when she'd started accusing him of being mad at her. "I really wish I knew how the hell you did that," he shook his head, "I can block myself from anyone that ever walked upright on this damn planet except you and it's driving me crazy," he said shoving his hand through his hair. Stopping in his tracks he felt the hurt she was feeling thinking about him kissing her then leaving and contemplating spending the night in a motel with two women he'd met in a parking lot. "You want to know why I'm not in a motel right now with that delightful little brunette and that sassy redhead wrapped around me?" he said slowly walking toward her, stopping when he was in front of her and she'd back up against the counter pinned by his body. She lifted her head so she could glare at him, her eyes getting lost in the darkness of his, feeling his body radiating a need that confused her. "Why in the hell would I care?" she countered silently thankful her voice hadn't shook as her body was threatening to simply being close to him. He smiled feeling her body tremble without even touching her, "Oh you care Gypsy I can feel it, and smell it on you not to mention the fact that your thoughts are thrusting themselves so deep into my mind it's hard to tell where mine begin and yours end," he said with a chuckle, brushing his fingers along her cheek. "The reason I'm not in a motel with either of them wrapped around me is that it's these arms," he said reaching down taking her arms, pulling them up until they wrapped around his neck, "and these legs," he whispered dropping his hands to her hips, lifting her to the edge of the counter before reaching for her right thigh pulling her leg against him until it instinctively wrapped around his thigh his hand cradling it. "These are the ones I want wrapped around me," he said his voice strained, fighting to keep the controlling honeyed tones out of his voice, the pure hunger and desire loud and clear. "This is who I wanted not them," he whispered against her mouth, leaning against her the hardness of his raging cock pressing firmly against the exposed junction of her thighs before his mouth captured hers savagely. Caydn pushed his hand into her hair tilting her head so he'd have easy access to her mouth then dropping his lips to her jaw placing gentle kissed and bites traveling down her throat the vibration of her moan throbbing against his mouth. She was initially outraged but only until his body pressed intimately against hers setting her on fire. Feeling his hand move from her thigh to her rib cage, his knuckles brushing the curve of her breast, she groaned realizing she'd wrapped both legs around his keeping their bodies entwined intimately. Her hands gripped his shoulders while the world seemed to spin, he'd leaned her back, his mouth moving from her throat tugging at the deep opening of her shirt making her gasp when his mouth caressed her nipple through her shirt tugging at it through the fabric. He could smell the heat and excitement flowing through her body like wild fire threatening to capture him in its path. Leaning back he met her eyes, the desire burning in them when he leaned closer barely touching her lips, pressing him self between her open thighs grinding his cock slowly against her. He felt her stiffen slightly when his lips covered hers, his mind flashed with her fear. "Gypsy," he said his voice gruff and deep. Pulling his mouth from hers, his hands reaching up to thread his fingers through hers as they gripped his hair, "Gypsy are you okay?" he asked kissing her cheeks, then her eye lids since she'd closed her eyes the minute he'd pulled his mouth from hers. He groaned reading her thoughts, "Why didn't you tell me you'd never done this before?" he asked in a whisper, wrapping his arms around her pulling her close tenderly. "How in the hell was I suppose to know you were going to do that?" she asked her face buried against his shirt hiding the flame red blush she knew was covering her cheeks. "I also didn't think personal information had to be announced 'Hi Caydn I'm Gypsy I'm going to be staying here for awhile and oh yeah by the way I'm a virgin so incase you decided to seduce me in the kitchen you'll know'," she said sarcastically pinching his side, shoving him away from her or trying to. He held on to the counter knowing she was going to push him away she was projecting her thoughts as if by a loud speaker again. "How was I suppose to know you're a virgin?" he asked leaning back looking down at her while she glared at him her cheeks a bright shade of red with embarrassment. "For heaven sakes be reasonable," he said when she tried unsuccessfully to duck under his arms and escape. "Gypsy you're the one who told me about being with what's his name, oh yeah 'Roland the bastard' for years would it be so crazy for me to assume that the two of you'd had sex along the way?" he shook his head, leaning against her trapping her while he reached up pulling his hair back out of his face. "I hate to go against popular opinion but not everyone jumps in bed with everyone they date just for the hell of it," she rolled her eyes, dropping them to stare at her hands keeping him pushed away from her as far as he'd allow. "Some people also want to wait until they get married before they become intimate, there's nothing wrong with them for doing that," she said quietly. He froze instantly the flashes filling his mind, her crazy stalker ex refused to sleep with her. "Let me assure you of one thing Gypsy," he said reaching down taking her chin in his hand forcing her to look at him their eyes meeting, "There's nothing wrong with you it's that insane little bastard who had the issues. Hell woman you felt the heat and need raging through my body when I was kissing you and touching you, surely that'd let you know anyone without a twisted mind would be beside himself with desire wanting you," he sighed deeply brushing his finger along her cheek. "But what's wrong with me?" she said softly, "I've never felt like that in my life not with Roland and we were together for years, I've only known you a few weeks, that's not normal or to me it isn't," she leaned back against the counter pulling her face from his hand, closing her eyes taking a deep breath, her pulse and body still beating at an alarming rate. "What bothers you the most is you liked it isn't it?" he said suddenly catching small thoughts while she fought to block herself from him, "I felt your body responding to mine, your hands pulling my head closer when my mouth moved down your throat," his voice dropped to the deep smooth honeyed tones without thinking, laughing when she rubbed her forehead, glaring at him her eyes snapping. "Please get off me, let me go so I can eat and get back to work," she said softly, "I'll make sure to keep myself blocked so you can get some work done, I won't bother you anymore," she stepped around him when he stepped back, taking the bag he'd sat on the counter she turned, walking out of the room without another word. He leaned back in his chair having slammed the receiver down after chewing out his London office manager for what in reality was nothing more than his frustration. Ever since she'd gone up stairs he'd kept himself open trying to hear her thoughts but nothing, he'd even left his office door open, not closed himself off. "You really didn't need to yell at whoever's on the phone just because you're upset with me," she said quietly stepping to the open door of his office. "I have a funny feeling your night hasn't been anymore productive than mines been," she admitted stepping forward to lean against the door frame. He held his hand out to her, his eyes locked with hers when she pushed away from the door, walking across the room, her fingers threading between his as he pulled her into his lap where she curled easily against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder as if this was a daily routine. Resting his cheek against her hair he took a deep breath feeling better having her close and at ease with him after the fiasco he'd made of everything earlier. "It wasn't just your fault," she said with a chuckle, "The minute you told me to stop thinking about it I did it intentionally just to push your buttons," she admitted leaning back slightly to meet his eyes. "You like to play with fire don't you?" he laughed smacking her ass lightly when she curled her legs into his lap forcing him to lean back further in the chair rocking them both slowly. "You've got to learn to be careful Gypsy not all men would be willing to back down like I did especially when they're out of their mind wanting you," he said seriously a growl clear in his voice at the thought of someone else touching her, his arm tightened around her. "And even fewer of us are like that bastard Roland to manipulate and control you." She propped her elbow on his wide muscled chest pushing herself back a bit to look at him, "Would it be a bad thing for me to admit when you were kissing me, and touching me, I didn't want you to stop. I think that scared me the most," she said with a slight blush. "You're determined to be the death of me aren't you?" he said letting his head fall back closing his eyes. His teeth clenched when he felt her wiggle innocently against his cock. "Remember how it felt the heat rising in your body making it feel like your blood was close to boiling?" he asked with a groan, "Multiply that one hundred times and you might be scratching the surface of what I feel when I think of having you in my arms and your body against mine," he admitting opening his eyes to see her smile. "I should've known your little twisted self would like knowing that," he laughed. She shook her head laughing, "It's like this rush of power I never knew I had," she grinned, "makes me wonder if maybe I shouldn't go out sometimes and practice it on some unsuspecting guy at a club," she squealed when his hand swatted her ass again. "I suggest you just keep your practice right here with me for everyone's safety and sanity," he said with a smile but the steel tones behind his voice obvious. "For heavens sake Gypsy would you please hold still woman!" he said gripping her hips firmly to prevent her from moving anymore. Looking at him quickly she wondered if she was hurting him because of the pained expression on his face. "Should I get up, am I to heavy?" she asked trying to turn in his lap so she could stand. Caydn took a deep breath feeling his cock nestled against her ass. "This is a conversation we're not going to get into since I don't know if I could handle explaining the make up of the male anatomy to you with out laying you across my desk and showing you intimately," he chuckled when her eyes locked with his and her cheeks glowed pink again suddenly. "I'm not ignorant," she huffed trying to control the embarrassment she felt. "I'm just not experienced like the women you're normally around. As for practicing here wouldn't be a good idea. I damn sure wouldn't want to have to explain this to Sophie and Vince when they come back home, she'd have my hide for interfering in your life," she said quietly. "You let me worry about if you or anyone else interferes in my life I can handle it and anyone who might object," he said pulling her back down to lean against his chest wondering when he'd become such a masochist. "So you mentioned tonight not being productive, having trouble sewing?" he asked his hand absently tracing the seam of her jeans running along her hip. She shook her head sighing, "I managed to cut things out, but everything I tried to put together just wasn't working so I gave up and came downstairs," she admitted stifling a yawn. Caydn pushed her forward slightly frowning at the dark circles under her eyes, "You need some sleep, you're not use to staying up day and night," he said, standing up with her in his arms starting toward the door. He carried her upstairs, laughing when he saw the disaster area she'd created working. Walking into the bedroom he released her legs gritting his teeth when she slid down his body. "Get changed and get some sleep, maybe tomorrow night you'll have something to show me you've finished," he said holding her face between his hands, brushing a kiss over her forehead gently. "I'm going to finish some work and get some sleep myself," he said quietly stepping back turning, walking out of the room. She'd stood there a few minutes debating on calling him back, she'd felt alone as soon as he'd walked away, shaking her head she went into the bathroom and changed into her silk pajamas before climbing in bed, she was asleep within minutes of closing her eyes. Gypsy Designs Ch. 03 The weekend had flown by, she thought looking at the calendar. Megan had called Saturday telling her she'd be driving down the following Saturday if it was still okay, having cleared it with Caydn she was excited at the thought of seeing her, the two of them spending some time gossiping and visiting. She had finished her outfit other than the hem since she still hadn't bought her shoes. After grabbing a quick shower she planned to visit Vince and Sophie for an hour and then run to do some shoe shopping. Cutting the last thread on the hem she smiled, holding the black slacks up impressed with her own work. Hanging them she steamed each leg to get rid of any wrinkles she might have made while sewing, stepping back she took a deep breath. This was her first time wearing some of her own designs with a purpose other than just needing clothes. Looking at the clock it was eight thirty, unplugging the steamer she went in start her bath. She wanted to soak for awhile to calm her nerves before meeting Caydn downstairs at ten o'clock. She'd grabbed a quick shower that morning but after finding the water hitting her skin seemed to set it on fire, the nerves dancing beneath the surface making her pant she'd opted for a bath this evening. She took her time with her makeup since it wasn't something she wore very often. Leaning over the counter to check her mascara she jumped hearing a growl behind her. Looking up in the mirror she saw Caydn standing in the doorway frowning at her. "I see someone didn't wake up well," she laughed turning around to face him when his frown got darker if possible. "What's wrong?" she asked his eyes moving up and down her body making her skin tingle as if he were actually touching her. "I certainly hope that isn't what you're planning on wearing tonight," he said his jaw tight, "cause if it is I'm going to need to fight off every male in a hundred mile radius." He hadn't slept well thanks to flashes from her mind filling his as he slept waking him with his cock raging as she stood above him the water sliding over her naked body tempting him to go upstairs and step into the shower with her innocence damned. Laughing she shrugged her shoulders, "Of course I thought this would be an outfit all the upper crust women would love to have," she said spinning around modeling the bath towel shower robe. She laughed seeing his eyes drop to the length of exposed thigh that flashed as she moved. "I really hope you're out of your mind this is a robe," she said running her hands down the thick terry cloth, "I put this on so I could do my hair and make up before getting dressed," she rolled her eyes. "Well if it weren't for shadows I'd be able to tell you if you're wearing panties or not the way you were bent over the counter when I came in," he grinned, laughing when her cheeks immediately turned bright pink. She walked past him making him back up, "I've still got thirty minutes to finish getting ready," she said glancing at the clock, "You're early." Looking at him she felt her heart skip a beat, he was wearing a black double breasted suit and a dark burgundy silk shirt under the jacket. His hair pulled back but left flowing down the middle of his back. "I hope the fact your heart seems to be working a bit faster means you approve?" he laughed when her eyes flashed up to meet his. His hands clenched wondering what her reaction would be if he stepped to her and tugged the robe from her body so he could view what he craved so badly. Shrugging her shoulders playfully she turned to the bed, "I'd say passable," she laughed, "now if you'll excuse me, I'll get dressed and meet you downstairs," she said glancing over her shoulder at him. Caydn walked to the door listening to the thoughts dancing through her head. Turning at the door he smiled dropping his eyes to the bed, the panties laying there. "If I'd taken more time to look around instead of watching you I would've known those were shadows and not panties," he laughed walking out the door. She finished dressing quickly, knowing he was waiting and before long he'd be back upstairs wanting to know what was taking her so long. Grabbing the velvet shawl she picked up the necklace that matched the teardrop earrings she wore, needing help with the clasp of the necklace, planning on asking Caydn to help her. He paced to the door of the study looking at his watch, hearing her he looked up as she came down the steps laughing when he frowned. "You realize every time you frown I'm going to start thinking I've done something you approve of, which it most people would be backwards," she grinned stepping from the stairs, stopping. His eyes moved over her slowly taking in the strapless top with a empire style waist, the top a deep rich burgundy that seemed to cling to her by itself, how he had no clue since the front was slashed deeply showing her tempting cleavage. The lower half was layers of both black and burgundy lace, allowed a glimpse of skin to show through giving a teasing view of her flat toned stomach. The slacks rode low on her hips, flowing down to a cuff that buttoned along the outside of each ankle. The lines of the slacks accenting her long slender legs perfectly, the shoes had thin straps wrapping around her ankle and across the top of her foot, the heel a modest three inch spike. Stepping forward he took her hand, spinning her around so he could see all of her. Her hair had been pinned up, random curls escaping to fall down her back and over her bare shoulders. The garnet earrings complimenting the richness of the burgundy in her top while the metal tear drops reflected the warm golden amber of her eyes. "I was going to ask if you'd help me with my necklace," she said looking over her shoulder, laughing when she saw the close inspection he was giving her, his eyes traveling over every inch of her body. Holding her breath she again felt as if his hands were moving over her causing her skin to heat rapidly creating a hot throbbing in her stomach she was beginning to think of as nerves. "The clasp can be difficult and I want to make sure it's fastened securely, it was my grandmothers," she said placing it around her neck, bending her head so he could fasten it she took a deep breath to calm her racing heart beat. He felt his body tighten his cock swelling painfully when she bowed her head, her slender neck bare in front of him. He was thankful he'd woke early feeding from the emergency supply he kept in the small refrigerator in his room, knowing he wouldn't have time before they went out to take care of that particular need. If he hadn't he would be sorely pressed to not taste the beautiful flesh in front of him. Brushing the tumbling curls aside he hooked the necklace, stroking his fingers along the back of her neck when he finished, leaning down following their path with his tongue hearing the throaty gasp that escaped her at his touch. "You're most certainly a temptation for the devil himself," he said softly placing a gently kiss beneath her ear before stepping back gathering himself together again. She smiled when she turned toward him, "I'll take that as a compliment," she chuckled taking his offered arm when they walked to the door. He'd pulled his sports car to the archway; he opened the door for her. Pulling out of the driveway he turned the radio on low not saying anything just glancing at her his hand covering hers as he drove. **************************** The evening was a whirlwind of faces and names she seriously doubted she'd ever be able to keep up with once they left. Feeling him at her side, she took a woman's card promising to call before the end of the week to set up a time to look over some designs; she glanced at him slipping the woman's information into the pocket of his jacket with a smile. "Thank you for letting me use your pocket," she giggled leaning against his arm, "I didn't bring my bag for fear of setting it down somewhere and never being able to keep up with it," she shook her head. "I'd say you've been a huge success tonight," he said putting his hand over hers resting on his arm, "Would you like a break?" he asked walking toward the dance floor hoping to get her away from some of the predatory stares the men were giving her. "I hope you know what you're doing, the last time I danced was my high school graduation with my father, and he never complained when I stepped on his feet," she giggled when he pulled her into his arms. "For once let go, let me lead instead of you feeling you need to do it all," he whispered against her ear pulling her tightly against him. Closing her eyes for a minute she brushed her cheek against his chest enjoying the feeling of his arms around her. She felt the rhythm of the music and his body, letting out the breath she'd been holding she relaxed opening her eyes to meet his, giggling seeing him watching her so closely. "I think you've had a bit to drink this evening Gypsy," he laughed, "your cheeks are flushed underneath that glowing tan of yours and your eyes are sparkling with mischief," he winked, making her laugh. She nodded, "I think every time I turned around someone was handing me a drink or taking my almost empty glass before handing me another one," she rolled her eyes feeling the tingly rush in her head. "I hardly ever drink champagne because it seems to go straight to my head," she laughed, resting her cheek against his chest again enjoying the swaying rhythm and his gentle stroking along the base of her spine as they danced. He maneuvered them toward the courtyard hoping to escape the press of humanity for a few minutes, giving her a little fresh air before they made their rounds saying good bye. Stepping through the doors into the cool night air she sighed, "Thank you for this, I needed something to clear my head, also I hate to admit that over powering cologne I accused you of tasting," she grinned holding onto his arm smiling up at while they walked to the railing over looking a small reflecting pond. Leaning back against the railing she looked at him, "I want to thank you for tonight," she said softly, "This has been wonderful, I hate to admit it these people are the perfect clientele to be able to start my business." "I was hoping you'd have a good time and it wouldn't be to overwhelming since they can be somewhat overly pushy when they see something they want," he said tracing the lines of her necklace as the multiple strands created a waterfall effect over her chest teasingly close to the display of cleavage his eyes caressed. She took a deep breath feeling the heat from his eyes stroking her skin. The movement lifted her breasts beneath his fingers slightly, forcing a low growl from him. Her nipples tightened painfully brushing against the stiffened fabric making her bite her lip at the rush of sensations. Bending his head to hers he stopped, sensing someone behind them. His eyes met hers, seeing the desire swirling in the amber pools he wanted to growl a warning at who ever dared disturb them, but thought better of it remembering where they were. "Caydn I've been trying to find you alone all evening so I could have a word with you," the blonde woman said with an exasperated sigh, "but you seem to be standing guard over some young thing air headed thing that was introduced tonight as though you're her body guard." He felt Gypsy stiffen slightly, seeing the laughter flash in her eyes. Looking over his shoulder he saw Amanda walking toward them, not aware Gypsy was there. "Amanda I wasn't aware you'd wanted to speak to me," he said turning toward her shielding Gypsy behind him, fighting the urge to laugh when ever she poked him in the back before she ran her hands from his neck to waist teasing the beast he kept hidden inside unknowingly. The blonde stopped a few yards from them, her eyes moving over his body a smile on her lips as if the cat who lusted after the canary. "I noticed you'd taken it upon yourself to act as a bodyguard for that tall slender piece of meat someone left on her own with these piranhas I must say that was kind of you," she forced a smile. "I'm sure now you could find much more useful things to occupy your time now that you've finished babysitting the innocent, and possibly have time for something more rewarding," her voice almost a purr. "You know me always one to help those in need," he said smoothly wishing he could see the expression on Gypsy's face, "But I have to decline on your offer Amanda since I have other plans for the evening." He growled feeling Gypsy pinch him sharply before stepping from behind him, smiling up at him when he reached for her hand. He wanted to groan when he saw her eyes' dancing knowing this wasn't going to be the perfect end to a perfect evening. "Hi I'm sorry but I don't think we had a chance to be properly introduced," she said smiling at Amanda whose mouth had fallen open. "Amanda I'm Gabrielle Chordane, Gypsy to my friends," she said holding her hand out to the woman, shrugging her shoulders when the curvy blonde who looked as thought she'd been poured into the sequined dress she was wearing, ignored it rudely. "I can honestly say I don't think I've ever been called 'air headed' before," she tried to stifle the laugh when Caydn looked at her one brow raised. "I do need to apologize for monopolizing all of Caydn's time this evening but he was being so helpful introducing me to everyone and helping me keep all the names straight," she laughed leaning against him when he draped his arm over her shoulder pulling her to his side. Sliding her hand over his chest, not looking at him for fear she laughed knowing the teasing thoughts dancing through his mind. "I think now would be a good time for us to say our good bye's since that midnight swim you mentioned is sounding better all the time," she said smiling up at him, wanting to laugh when she saw him roll his eyes at her. "If you'll excuse us Amanda, we really should be going but I'm sure if you have something important to discuss with Caydn you can come by the house tomorrow night since we don't have any plans to go out that I know of," she said glancing at him as if to confirm the statement. He shrugged his shoulders smiling at her, his eyes burning before leaning down to brush a kiss on her neck, "I don't have anything planned unless you do Gypsy," he said seductively, laughing when he felt her pulse start pounding at his touch. Amanda glared at the two of them for a minute before turning on her heel, storming off without saying another word leaving the two of them. "Did I insult one of your friends?" she asked sweetly stepping back from Caydn's side, "If so I'm terribly sorry. You can call me a cab if you'd like, I'll go home and you can go and tell her I've had to much to drink to explain it," she shrugged her shoulder stepping back to the railing staring out at the reflecting pond. He laughed, "No she isn't a friend and the only way you're going home is with me, and since you mentioned it a midnight swim does sounds rather interesting don't you think?" he said stepping behind her putting his head on her shoulder, his breath brushing her throat and ear with each word. His hands slid around her waist pulling her back against him, her ass absently wiggled along the length of his cock when she giggled. "I'm ready to go if you are," she said softly, "I'm not sure about the swim, I'll think about that on the way home," she laughed when he spun her around in his arms brushing a kiss across her lips. "Now if you keep that up I'll think you're trying to influence my decision," she whispered her eyes on his seductive mouth. "Are you telling me that all I have to do to influence you is this?" he asked his voice gruff before his lips moved over hers. Brushing his teeth over her bottom lip, his tongue slid in to dance along hers when she gasped feeling a tiny nick from his teeth. His hands moved to her hips sliding easily under the lace flowing from the tight bodice of her shirt. Pulling his mouth from hers his eyes dropped to the amazing display of cleavage in front of him. The slashed front allowed him a tempting view of the full curves of her breasts. The depth of the plunging slash also let him know that there was nothing underneath the fabric other than skin "I think we should go before I find myself forgetting where we are and taste the soft curves between your breasts to see if they have the same warm citrus taste as your throat," he said softly, his fingers sliding along the exposed curves of her breasts making her groan softly. On the ride home she kept trying to slam the door on her thoughts when he'd laugh at something that would slip out, each time he rubbed his thumb along the pulse of her wrist she'd lose concentration and he'd be able to read her thoughts again. "I think a swim in the cold night air might be just what you need to cool you down," she laughed pulling her hand from his when he pulled through the gate, "would you stop that I can't think when you're doing it," she rolled her eyes when he laughed. Helping her from the car, he pushed the button to close the garage door, taking her hand lifting it to his lips. She laughed trying to pull her hand from his as he bite the end of her finger gently. She giggled backing toward the house. "Would you stop biting me you man eater," she laughed when he turned her hand over, biting down on her wrist raking his teeth over the tender flesh causing her body to jump as if shocked by electricity. Caydn stopped before stepping into the kitchen, pulling her quickly around behind him despite her gasp of protest. "I think the phrase that would suit this occasion would be 'woman eater' instead of man eater," a heavily accented voice said smoothly. "Phillip would you stop being the alpha male, Caydn for heavens sakes let Gypsy come inside I've been waiting to see her," the beautiful young woman who stood up from the table said with a smile. Gypsy recognized Phillip's voice immediately, wondering what he was doing in the US let alone in Caydn's home, but hearing Jazleen's voice she couldn't care less pushing Caydn out of the way rushing into the house and into her arms. Jazleen met Caydn's eyes over Gypsy's shoulder while the two women hugged tightly. "I've missed you," she said stepping back to hold Gypsy at arms length, "My lord what a beauty you've become! Can you imagine if she'd looked this sophisticated when she stayed with us Phillip, you would've had a full time job beating the young men off our door step," she chuckled seeing Caydn frown darkly. Stepping around Gypsy she walked to Caydn still standing in door glaring at her husband who was just as casually staring back from the end of the counter where he was leaning. "I can see that momma never got in touch with you to tell you Phillip and I were coming to visit," she smiled brushing a kiss on his cheek, causing Phillip to clear his throat loudly making Caydn and Jazleen both laugh. "No, Sophie didn't get in touch with me or I would've been more prepared for the 'invasion'," he said emphasizing the word glancing at Phillip again. Gypsy went into the study getting the brandy while Jazleen told Caydn what Sophie had said about Vince's coming home. Walking back in, she stared at Phillip for a second meeting his eyes before he glanced at Caydn then looking back at her again. She felt the hair stand up on the back of her neck suddenly, Caydn spun around his eyes almost violent, Phillip stepped forward his hand coming to rest on Caydn's arm as Jazleen's did his other arm. "I should've mentioned Christian was traveling with us, my apologies," Philip said nodding his head slightly to Caydn. "Why would you have to apologize for me being here Phillip? Caydn and I've been friends for what seems like centuries," Christian said, walking into the room his voice trailing off seeing Gypsy standing near the sink. Gypsy Designs Ch. 03 "Gypsy, come here," Caydn said his voice low and gruff. "It would've been nice for a warning that anyone was going to be here," he said firmly, taking her hand when she stepped around the counter. He felt Gypsy's body stiffen when she turned staring at Phillip, glancing at her he saw her eyes almost glowing. "What do you mean it looks like you've interrupted something? How could Caydn be interested in me? What in the hell's wrong with me?" she snapped glaring at Phillip, "Can't two friends have a pleasant evening out without people making such a monumental deal out of it," she huffed not even noticing that Phillip's mouth had fallen open the minute she'd spoke. Jazleen stepped to her husband's side, glancing at Christian who was also staring at Gypsy. "I think I might've forgotten to mention that the little talent I had that annoyed you so much when we first meet Phillip is hereditary in the female children of my family," she sighed seeing the stunned expression on his face. Caydn relaxed a bit seeing the other man so annoyed, "Actually Jaz' it would seem her talent is superior to what you had on 'numerous' levels," he said with meaning. Gypsy stepped back and glanced at Caydn a slight frown on her forehead, "Okay why is it I suddenly feel like I'm one of those lab rats they put under a microscope?" she said looking at everyone in the room who were all staring at her as if she'd grown a second head suddenly. "Christian I think they said your name was, Maybe you could explain what you mean 'I'd be shocked if Caydn let go of the strict control he's keeping over himself'?" she asked, her hands on her hips her eyes meeting his unwavering. Turning around she looked at Caydn who only smiled and winked at her. "You know I use to think you were the only person I'd ever met that needed a lesson in loosening up but I can see now how wrong I was," she rolled her eyes, "If you'll excuse me but since you have company our plans for a midnight swim have ended. I'm going to go to bed. I need to start making my calls tomorrow," she said reaching into the pocket of his jacket pulling out the business cards and cocktail napkins with names and numbers on them. Leaning against him she brushed a kiss on his cheek, hesitating her lips near his ear, "I forgot to mention champagne also makes me bolder than usual, I would've really enjoyed a swim," she whispered for his ears only, spinning around when she heard Christian laugh. "Another annoying habit it seems you have, eavesdropping isn't the best social skill," she said walking past everyone, out of the kitchen. Jazleen stood beside her husband for a minute, glancing at Caydn she winked giving him a small nod of approval. "Well I'm sure the three of you've got things you'd like to talk about so I think I'll go up and visit with Gypsy while she getting ready for bed and show her the pictures of Angelique," she smiled proudly thinking of her daughter. *************************** Caydn led the way to his study, hearing Jazleen knock on Gypsy's door. Leaving the door open he walked over sitting behind his desk watching Christian take a seat across from him, Phillip pacing along the large book case lining one wall. "Would either of you care for a drink, since we never got around to having the brandy Gypsy brought us?" he asked standing walking to the bar. Pouring each of them a drink he laughed when Phillip tossed his back in one gulp. "Man that isn't how you drink brandy, you of all people should know that," Caydn protested with a chuckle when the man spun to glare at him. "How long have you known this woman had these skills and talents?" Phillip asked his tome sharp and reprimanding. Caydn shrugged his shoulders walking around his desk to sit down. Leaning back he put his feet up on the desk. "She's been here a few weeks, so I'd say I've known about a few weeks," he laughed. "I've known for about a year," Christian said with a chuckle making both Caydn and Phillip stare at him. "I met her briefly in Boston when she was with a girlfriend of hers, I didn't think anything of it. I also didn't have any idea she was Jazleen's cousin," he defended himself with a shrug. "Phillip you've had to have known there would be something different about her since her grandfather's also Jaz's grandfather," Caydn said watching him closely, "From what I've heard he finally accepted the gift offered to him so he'd be able to continue on with the protection he'd spent a life time giving to so many of us," he nodded quietly wondering how Gypsy would take learning something like that bit of information, not that she'd understand it. Jaz opened the door hearing Gypsy tell her it was open, shaking her head she saw the chaos of the work area in one corner of the large room. "Well it looks like you've either been very busy or you've have too much time on your hands to make a mess like Angelique does when not occupied," she laughed. "Jaz I'm so sorry I should've asked about her when we were downstairs but too many things just felt out of sorts and Phillip's reaction to me as usual has never made me comfortable," she said taking Jaz's hand and pulling her to the small leather love seat. "I know you've got pictures and if not I suggest you march back downstairs and spend the rest of the evening with the brooding men," she laughed seeing Jaz pull a small album from the bag she'd carried in. Looking over the photos she felt a tug at her heart seeing how happy Jaz looked with her daughter and her strong silent type husband. In the back of her mind she wished there'd been at least one photo of she and her parents were her mother hadn't looked as though she was giving her time at a very high price to be extracted as soon as the photo was finished. Jaz felt the pain and hurt radiate from Gypsy, putting her hand on her arm she squeezed gently. "Don't think about her Gypsy, she didn't know how to make herself happy and thought the entire world owed her happiness when it has to come from within, sadly she never learned that," she said gently meeting Gypsy's tear filled eyes. Gypsy forced a smile, wiping the offending tears as they fell, "I know it's stupid to still feel hurt but sometimes it just hits me when I least expect it," she admitted, "it makes me feel like I'm a little girl playing grown up because something's missing in my life." "One of these days you're going to find a man who makes everything in your life fall in place, then when the time's right you'll have your own family and then you'll be able to make sure you break the cycle that seemed to run on your mother's side of the family," she said leaning over to hug her cousin tightly. "Does this mean that I have to find someone as dark and brooding and equally nerve wracking as Phillip is to find the man who can deal with the fact I can hear everything he's thinking, and him not feel as if I'm invading his privacy?" she laughed when Jaz shrugged her shoulders rolling her eyes. "Oh such a noncommittal answer I guess I have to take that as a yes," she faked an exasperated groan, falling back against the arm of the love seat as if stricken down. "If you look carefully at those pictures I think there's even one or two where he might be smiling," Jaz said flipping the pages pointing with a proud smile, "every so often he forgets to look stormy and shows his true self," she grinned. Leaning back, Jaz looked at Gypsy carefully while she finished the album, "Momma told me about your coming to stay here and why," she said softly, "I hope you don't mind but I felt something wasn't right so I pestered until she told me everything," she admitted. Gypsy glanced at her before dropping her eyes to her hands smoothing the lace of her shirt nervously. "I don't mind I just wish I had been smart enough to not let it happen in the first place so there'd be no need for all the talk," she sighed, "not one of the finer nor most intelligent things I've done in my life to stand up and wave to a crowd and admit I was suckered into," she chuckled. "How are things going with you and Caydn without momma and poppa to supervise?" Jaz asked with a wink. Gypsy laughed turning on the love seat to face her cousin, tucking her legs under her kicking her strappy heels to the floor. "Well at first rather like gas and fire if you could imagine two people who can do the things we odd Romanians seem to be able to do," she laughed, "but once we found a balance which only took a week or so everything's been nice," she said leaning her head on the back of the love seat. "Tonight he'd invited me to an event he was going to and introduced me to some women he thought would make perfect clients to help me start my design and clothing business," she smiled, "I came back with a pocketful of names and numbers of women who want to meet with me in the next two weeks to discuss my work," she laughed, "but you saw the papers I pulled from Caydn's pocket. I didn't take my bag for fear of leaving it the way I did the night you and Phillip took me out in Paris, so he offered the use of his pocket," she grinned. Jaz laughed nodding remembering well Phillip having to go back after Gypsy's bag, eventually having to run down a man who'd stolen it before they'd got back to retrieve it. "What I noticed downstairs had little to do with scrapes of paper in his pocket but had to do with the way the two of you spoke to one another and looked at each other," she grinned seeing Gypsy's cheeks flush instantly. "Caydn granted is a man who's smooth, suave and sophisticated there's no doubt about that, but never tell Phillip I said that or he'd want to thrash Caydn just for my having those thoughts," she said quietly as if sharing a secret. "But what I saw was a tenderness I don't think any of us have ever seen in Caydn before, the man is one of steel, yet with you he's as pliable as clay," she smiled. "I think he's just found he can loosen up when he's around me since I ask nothing of him, he actually laughs," Gypsy said with a slight frown, "something told me laughing wasn't something he did with any sort of regularity unless it was sarcastic and domineering," she admitted. The two women sat on the love seat gossiping, each laughing as Gypsy described how life had been since she'd met Caydn. The three men sat silently in the study each sipping their brandy watching one another. Caydn caught Christian's smile every so often and wanted to punch the man in the face. Phillip raised one brow turning to stare at Caydn, "cologne sipping?" he asked trying hard not to laugh. Caydn pushed back from his desk abruptly, "For cryin' out loud I'm going to strangle Jaz if she doesn't stop sharing everything with you she knows you don't need to know," he almost snarled. Christian held his hand up stopping his life long friend, "Are you going to tell me that you don't hear that? All those words and thoughts slamming into your mind like they are mine and Phillip's?" he asked watching Caydn closely. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes, he'd become so use to blocking out Gypsy's thoughts when he didn't want to eavesdrop he'd forgotten how strongly she projected and now Phillip and Christian were being filled in on everything from the minute he and gypsy had met. "I did mention some of her talents were far superior to those of Jaz and others of the family," he sighed, "I've gotten use to it and block her, so I wasn't being bombarded no," he said looking at Christian. "As for 'cologne sipping' I'm sure you'll know the whole story any second and realize what she was thinking and know what'd really taken place," he muttered glaring at Phillip as he refilled his glass. Phillip stood up, beginning pacing the room again glancing at Caydn, "So she's absolutely no idea?" he asked cautiously. Caydn shook his head, "Not even a shadow," he said, "The only reason I can think of what it was her father's choice due to his marriage, finding out what his wife was really like once he'd married her," he frowned. "I had the displeasure of meeting the woman once," Christian said with a shutter, "One of the most all around conniving and unpleasant women I've ever met and I tend to like the company of most women," he smiled wickedly. Caydn frowned at him, "Please keep things like that behind steel walls," he said quietly motioning upstairs. "She can read through blocks like I've never seen anyone, possibly better than some of our own kind," he admitted. Christian leaned forward in his chair bracing his arm on Caydn's desk looking between the two other men, "Should I have a talk with her, see how receptive she might be to learning the truth?" he asked seriously. "You'll stay the hell away from her," Caydn growled the threat apparent instantly. Phillip rolled his eyes while Christian threw back his head laughing. "I think you should sit this one down Phillip, and explain the trials and tribulations that come with losing ones self to a women like Jazleen and Gypsy," he chuckled when both men glared at him. "She can't be controlled into anything can she?" Phillip asked his voice sounding strained, "she can also read you even when you've slammed every block you know of or imaginable up am I right?' he asked meeting Caydn's eyes. At the answering nod he ran his hand over his face, "welcome to the world of finding your true soul mate," he dropped his head with a chuckle. Caydn felt an odd feeling of panic in his chest. It took him a second to realize that it wasn't his but Gypsy's, he knew instantly she was picking up thoughts, she was becoming panicked as well as confused. Phillip held up his hand motioning for them to stop, Jaz had let him know what ever they were discussing was making Gypsy begin to shake, her hands were trembling, and the look in her eyes was fear. Caydn stepped into the hallway as Jaz and Gypsy appeared at the top of the stairs. "Caydn I think the three of us will call it an evening and head to the guest house, so you and Gypsy can relax after your evening out and the excitement of our arrival," she said with a smile linking her fingers with Gypsy's tugging her down the stairs with her, as Phillip and Christian stepped from the study. "I'll see if Caydn will loan me one of his cars so I can go into town, giving you two love birds sometime alone before retiring," he laughed catching the keys Caydn pulled from his pocket tossing them toward him. With a bow he turned, walking toward the kitchen the sound of the door closing behind him. "I wanted to discuss some of the people we met earlier and fill you in on some details if your up to it Gypsy?" Caydn said stepping to her side pulling her against him casually while Jazleen walked over taking Phillips arm. Jaz waved to them as Phillip turned and started toward the kitchen. "I'm sure we'll see you tomorrow Gypsy I promised momma I'd spend some time with you since she's been so busy with poppa," she said with a wink glancing at Caydn who rolled his eyes. They stood there for a minute listening to the silence now that everyone was gone. Turning he took her in his arms pulling her against his chest despite the stiffness of her body. "You made a wonderful impression at the party tonight you should be proud of yourself, when the phone doesn't stop ringing with women wanting a piece of your time and your designs don't complain to me," he chuckled his chin resting against her hair. Running his hands along her back he heard her sigh, feeling her body relax a bit. Grinning he slipped his hands up her back to the delicate zipper that held the bodice of her shirt in place. With a twist of his wrist he unzipped it laughing when she gasped loudly dropping her arms to her sides holding it just as it started to fall. "What in the hell did you do that for?" she looked up at him her heart skipped a beat seeing the heat in his eyes when they traveled over the cleavage threatening to be exposed. "I thought since we're alone you might still be up for that midnight swim, correct me if I'm wrong but that isn't made for swimming," he winked at her brushing his knuckles along her throat. The feel of the rich pounding beneath his fingers causing his cock to harden and throb with renewed hunger and desire. "I was also testing to see if I still had some of that 'influence' over you I had earlier," he chuckled to cover his groan of need. "Maybe it's to late for that," he said his voice strained, stepping back a few inches, "You might want to get some sleep so you're ready to get to business in the morning, I think I'll do a little work then get some rest." She looked at him carefully, "Caydn what's wrong? You've looked pale all evening now even more so, have you eaten?" she asked putting her hand on his arm. He felt as if her hand was burning him he wanted her so badly. Clearing his throat he met her eyes, "I grabbed something but only a substitute," he admitted, "don't worry about me, I'll give Christian a call and ask if he can pick me up something when he's on his way back," he smiled. She nodded, "Okay, well I'm exhausted for some reason tonight I think it might be your odd company and me being so use to being alone," she said turning to walk up stairs, "Thank you for tonight," she said quietly, up closing her door behind her gently. Caydn ran his hand through his hair fighting the urge to follow her. Turning he walked toward the back of the house. Closing the door behind him quietly, he heard Christian's chuckle. "I could feel your hunger earlier. When're you ever going to learn there's nothing like the real thing to keep you going?" he asked, pulling a long nail across his wrist offering it to Caydn who accepted the gift from his childhood friend gratefully. Sealing the slice, no mark remaining when he finished he stepped back meeting Christian's eyes. "You met her and you knew about her but you walked away why?" he asked quietly. Leaning against the brick wall, Christian shrugged, "She had 'you' written all over her my friend. I knew that eventually she'd find her way her or you to her when the time was right. There are some thing's even I wouldn't do and that's mess with another man's mate especially that of a friend," he said seriously. Caydn groaned slightly, "Something tells me before this is over I'm going to be begging you to be wrong," he laughed, "thank you , I didn't have time earlier, at the party I wasn't comfortable enough to step away from her even long enough to feed," he admitted. Christian chuckled, "This'll be fun to watch you, might want to plan on my being around even after Phillip and Jazleen go back to Paris," he said turning walking toward the garage with a wave. "If I like the neighborhood I might even buy an estate like this lovely little place you have here," he laughed. Gypsy Designs Ch. 04 Thank you so much for the voting and comments and feed back I've been getting. I hope you continue enjoying Gypsy and Cadyn's story. * She dropped her head to her hands when she hung the phone up. Looking around the desk at the small stacks of notes she'd made, adding a planner and possible boutique space to her 'to do and look for' list. Her stomach growled reminding her she'd skipped lunch talking to Mrs. Blanton. Pushing back from the desk she grabbed her cell phone to check her messages while she went to the kitchen. Making a ham sandwich she stopped, hearing Megan's voice. She'd managed to finish all assignments early and was already on the road headed south, she'd called an hour before. "Caydn's going to kill me," she groaned, "he's already got a guest house full of company and now Megan will be right in the middle of the oddest mix of people I've ever met," she mumbled walking toward Caydn's study debating on waking to let him know Megan would be there four days early. Tapping on the door to his study she opened it slowly listening to see if she heard him. The room was surprisingly dark but she could see the door to his bedroom. Wringing her hands she stepped to the door debating with herself to knock or not, letting him be surprised when he woke up. Caydn stirred feeling the distress rolling off of Gypsy in waves. Stretching he brushed his hair back from his face knowing she was right outside the door. 'Gypsy I'm awake you can come in,' he thought so she'd hear him. Turning the handle she took a deep breath seeing the room was so dark she could see nothing. "Close the door," he said softly, "Just follow my voice, and tell me what's got you so upset?" he asked watching her when she moved toward the bed. "You really like it dark when you sleep don't you," she almost whispered, "it took me a tiny bit longer to be able to see than usual," she admitted stopping beside the bed. "Now you're going to tell me you also see well in the dark or better than average people seem to?" he said reaching his hand out her pulling her down on the side of the bed. She sat down on the bed her fingers entangled with his, "Not that I know of. I thought everyone's eyes adjusted to the dark after a few seconds," she said with a sigh. Caydn rolled onto his side, pulling her toward the center of the bed enjoying the scent that radiated from her, "Now what's got you in such a fit, so upset you were afraid to wake me?" he asked gently. "Remember my asking if you minded if Megan came and spent a few days with me?" she asked holding her breath waiting for his answer. "Yes I do," he chuckled, "And I guess you're worried I'd be upset she's coming early with Jaz and Phillip visiting and Christian here also?" he finished for her hearing the words dancing in her mind. She laughed softly letting out the breath she'd been holding, "I didn't need to wake you," she grinned, "so you're not going to go all brooding and dark on me for her surprising me early?" "Brooding and dark?" he asked rolling onto his back chuckling, "what would make you think I'm brooding and dark?" he asked pulling her against him her arm landing on the other side of him, her breasts pressed against the bare expanse of his chest. "Yes you can be both when you want to be," she giggled resting her head on his chest for a minute before it dawned on her where she was and what she was doing. "I better go and let you rest," she said quickly trying to push back up only to find his hands moving to her hair, his fingers buried deep in the thick waves. "I won't be either of those things if you do one thing for me," he said his voice smooth and seductive the honeyed tones just a whisper tickling her mind. "Kiss me, give me something to dream about when I go back to sleep," he said pulling her toward him, his lips brushing hers, the words a whisper against her mouth. Closing her eyes she sighed feeling her lips brushing his, tilting her head she leaned into the sizzling kiss, finding her tongue dancing with his timidly while his boldly explored the heat of her mouth. Without thinking her hands moved along his sides the muscles beneath his skin rippling at her touch. Pulling his mouth from hers he groaned, "Gypsy I think you better go and hide your virtue because I'm becoming sorely pressed to not show you how exquisite it can be to lose it," he said brushing her cheeks with tender kisses, his voice strained as he tried to keep control of his raging body. Sitting up she stared at him in the darkness, his hair spread out around him one arm resting over his head leaving the wide muscled chest exposed for her inspection, glancing lower she noticed the dark silk sheets resting at his waist, the evident bulge beneath the satin fabric telling her instantly he was naked beneath them. "Gypsy would you please stop thinking before I either turn into stone or burst into flames from those damn teasing words crawling all over my skin," he growled, "now get before I shock you further," he laughed when she jumped off the bed as his hand dropped t the edge of the sheet as if to throw it back. "Tell your friend Megan not to be surprised when she meets the clan of the dark and brooding this evening," he laughed when she closed the door behind her. She'd called Megan, making arrangements to meet her in town and have dinner before she followed her to the house. At dinner she explained Caydn had some guests also but he'd said it was fine for her to join them. ***************************** "Now I have to warn you," Gypsy laughed taking a drink of her soda, "Caydn spends much of his time in Europe and Jazleen and her husband Phillip live in Paris, hmm I haven't got any idea where Christian's from but somewhere in Europe I'm sure so if they act odd just blow it off as a regional or cultural thing," she chuckled. Megan nodded taking a bite of pizza, "Well what do Caydn and this Christian look like?" she asked wiping her mouth, "tall dark and hunky?" she grinned. Gypsy rolled her eyes, "All of them are tall and gorgeous even Jaz," she laughed. "Christian I guess is handsome if you like his type, sort of a smart ass know it all, Phillip is a thinker type always watching and analyzing everything around him, Jaz is just beautiful inside and out and also my cousin," she said taking a bite, "Caydn well he's all business for the most part every so often when we're sitting in the den at night he loosens up some." "Why don't we take some extra pizzas to the house then so everyone can eat?" Megan said putting the tip on the table when Gypsy paid the bill. "Don't worry about it Caydn goes out and takes care of that himself, I'm sure the others will go out either with him so they can catch up on old times or on their own," she said walking to the parking lot. "They also keep a different schedule," she said getting her keys out, "Caydn works at night, all of his businesses in Europe are open and running while we're sleeping so he just keeps that schedule, the others are still in jet lag I'm sure they just got here last night. Well follow me," she said with a wave getting in her SUV leading the way to the house. Gypsy laughed when Megan got out of her car, her mouth hanging open while she looked around. "I thought you were just using the word 'estate' because someone else had, not that it really was one," she laughed hugging Gypsy, "this is what you deserved girlfriend," she grabbed her bag following Gypsy to the door. Jazleen was standing at the counter pouring coffee when they walked in. "Jazleen this is Megan my best friend from school," she said making the introductions, "Meg this is Jaz my cousin I told you about," she smiled seeing Megan step over to shake the tall gorgeous woman's hand. "Megan I'm glad you could make it down I know this big old house has been lonely for Gypsy with no one other than sulking Caydn wandering around in it," she laughed, "would you to care to join us for coffee?" she asked holding the pot up. Gypsy heard someone walking toward the kitchen, glancing at Jaz quickly knowing it was Christian. "Since when have you started talking to yourself Jazleen?" he said stepping into the room winking at Gypsy, letting her know he'd been aware she was there. Hearing the tiny sigh escape Megan she almost pinched her, but covering it she looked at Jaz, "I think we'll skip the coffee for now. I'm going to go introduce Megan to everyone and get it over with so Christian, go away," she laughed when he gave an exaggerated groan, silently bowing and turned walking out of the room. Jaz laughed, "Perfect Gypsy make sure you keep the upper hand with these men or they'll never let you live down how superior they really are," she grinned nodding her thanks when Gypsy took two of the mugs, following her to the den. Jaz handed Phillip his coffee, Gypsy and Megan stopped at the door. "Megan this is Phillip, Jazleen's husband," she said nodding when he stood and shook her hand. "The smiling jackal in the corner that just left the kitchen is Christian," she smiled seeing his dramatic pained expression. He stepped toward them taking the coffee Gypsy offered him before taking Megan's hand raising it to his lips with a flourish kissing it before stepping back. "Good lord," she muttered while Megan blushed and Jaz Laughed. Stepping over to Caydn she handed him the coffee with a silent thanks for Megan's visit, "this is Caydn," she said with a chuckle, "I guess you'd call him the ring leader of the multi ringed circus I now call home," she laughed, "everyone this is Megan Martiya, my best friend from college and I think in my life," she smiled sitting on the arm of Caydn's chair without even thinking about what she was doing. "You can sit on the couch with Megan if you'd like Gypsy I don't intend to pounce right away, so all that room isn't needed unless you prefer sitting on the arm of Caydn's chair," Christian said smoothly, stirring a laugh from Phillip shocking Gypsy at both his words and the transformation of the large stone faced man. "You love to test my patience with every breath don't you Christian?" Caydn said smoothly, "What would make you think I wasn't enjoying the lovely view with her sitting beside me," he said winking at Gypsy when she quickly sat on the couch near Megan. "Over look the raging testosterone that makes them seem like predators and us the prey," Gypsy said leaning back glaring at Caydn, glancing quickly at Christian who choked on his coffee. "To close to the truth to make you comfortable since you're the house hold European playboy?" she asked meeting Christian's eyes for a second before glancing at Caydn seeing the sparkle in the dark eyes when she'd shut his friend up so easily. "I would prefer to be thought of as international Gypsy my dear, not simply locked into one continent, cramps my style," Christian said flashing Gypsy an endearing wolfish smile. "Megan what's your major if you don't mind my asking?" Phillip said taking Jaz's hand gently when she sat on the arm of his chair leaning against his shoulder. "I don't mind at all," Megan smiled, "my major is fashion marketing, and I've added a minor of fashion design. I did that mainly to increase my knowledge and understanding of what I would be marketing," she laughed. "Thankfully with the minor I only have to study to concept of designing without having to do it myself or I'd be lost compared to Gypsy." Phillip nodded, his eyes moving to Gypsy, "Jazleen mentioned she'd seen some of your work last night when the two of you were visiting," he said quietly, "she said your work was exceptional, so don't be surprised if she asks you to measure her for a few pieces before we leave," he smiled gently at his wife who leaned down kissing him passionately. Caydn glanced at Gypsy while she discussed meeting with Jaz the following evening to take her measurements and to answer a few questions, she'd found after hours on the phone all day it helped give her an idea of what the outfit would be used for. Christian stepped beside Caydn's chair hesitating before he stepped in front of the couch. "I hate to say good evening, so I won't but Caydn's promised me to give me a tour of some properties I have acquired from a rather delightful real estate woman," he laughed glancing at Phillip who frowned at him darkly. "So if you ladies would excuse us for a few hours we shall return, maybe we can all relax with that midnight swim our arrival disturbed for you and Caydn last night Gypsy," he laughed when she blushed and Caydn clamped his large hand on his shoulder moving him forcefully toward the door. "Phillip if you and Jaz would like to take my other car I can direct the two of you to that intimate little restaurant I mentioned earlier," he said smoothly nodding when Phillip and Jaz both stood excusing themselves. "We should be back or at least I will if I am lucky enough to lose Christian somewhere," he told Gypsy with a wink, "Megan I'm glad you've come to visit so Gypsy doesn't become a homebody," he laughed when Megan rolled her eyes agreeing. They followed Caydn to the hallway, "I'm going to show Megan up to the room beside mine, since I haven't had a chance to even touch the chaos in my work area," she groaned. "I'm sure we'll still be up visiting and gossiping when you get back," she said meeting his eyes. Caydn stepped over to her taking her hand casually before looking at Megan, "I hate to ask this, but Megan has there been any word from this Roland character that's given Gypsy so much trouble?" he asking watching her closely. Megan dropped her eyes for a second missing Gypsy's back stiffening, Caydn didn't. "I'm not sure what you mean by 'any word from' but I can tell you I haven't spoken to him even though he's tried on numerous occasions to speak to me," she said looking at Gypsy as if to apologize. "Why didn't you call me and tell me he'd been at the house harassing Mrs. Bronson?" Gypsy said quickly her voice angry, having heard Megan's thoughts as she flushed with a guilty expression. "I'm sick and tired of him trying to get to me by using the people in my life, it's going to stop if I have knock the man on his ass again only this time so it's harder for him to get up again," she said starting to stalk off coming up short when Caydn grabbed her hand and pulled her against his chest, wrapping his arm around her waist, one hand lifting her chin forcing her to look at him. She shuttered feeling the reoccurring chill surround her suddenly. "Gypsy I don't want you anywhere around that man so I seriously doubt you'll have a chance to 'knock the man on his ass again'," he grinned, wanting to lean down and kiss the frown from her face, but instead dropping his forehead to hers, "should the man have as little sense as he seems to have, I'm expecting him to be foolish enough to try and show up here," he said his voice dropping before brushing a casual kiss on her forehead. Glancing toward Christian seeing he'd also felt the eerie rush of darkness that swirled around Gypsy. "I want you to make sure the doors are locked and the system is on and armed when Christian and I leave," he said firmly, "I'm leaving my cell phone number on the counter in the kitchen, I want you to put it in each of your phones," he said looking at both of them. "Call me immediately if you feel something isn't right," he told Gypsy hugging her before turning walking toward the kitchen where Christian was waiting. ***************************** "What's the story behind the moron stalking Gypsy? And what was that that seemed to float into the room and wrap it self around her?" Christian asked when they pulled out of the driveway. "She does have some intense skills because the minute I tried to listen closer she must've felt it and slammed shut on me," he said slowly seeing Caydn frown. "Would you mind if we made this quick so I could get back to the house, you can take the car and do some house hunting," he chuckled at the thought of it, "I just don't have a good feeling about any of this," he said glancing at his friend. Christian nodded pointing to the right when they stopped at an intersection, "I think we'll find what we need this way," he said quietly. "I called Phillip as soon as I knew something was wrong, he said he and Jazleen would be back quickly also." Nodding Caydn slowed the car seeing a group of men standing around a car in a parking lot talking. Parking the car, Christian got out walking over to talk to the men casually while Caydn called the house. "Gypsy, Christian told me he'd called Phillip and Jaz so don't be surprised if their back earlier then expected. Just make sure it's them you open the door for," he said hanging up the phone walking over to the group of men who were now standing silently leaning against the car. "I know you normally prefer females but since we have a time restriction this evening I found what was easiest and most convenient," Christian laughed stepping to the first man, his incisors lengthening before lowering his head to the man's neck. Caydn glanced around before stepping to the other man standing against the car. Wrinkling his nose he glared at Christian. "I know I said I was in a hurry but did you have to find these whose alcohol content has got to be twice the legal limit?" he asked sarcastically, lowering his head he ignored Christian's laugh while he fed. "Remind me to warn Gypsy how high class and unbendable you can be," Christian said, easing the man to the ground, before reaching for the third man. Climbing back in the car Caydn pulled out of the parking lot, leaving behind the three men napping beside their car the beer bottles enough evidence that they'd needed the nap instead of driving should someone stop. "Did you notice anything familiar about Gypsy's friend?" Christian asked, "She looks familiar, I can't put my finger on it someone we knew a long time ago." "Maybe you saw her when you saw Gypsy in Boston," he said sharply glaring at his friend for a second before turning onto the road he lived on. Pulling past the house he paused at a second gate at the far edge of the property. Parking in the short drive he got out checking the lock that secured the gates. "Something about this guy really bothers you doesn't it? Or is the evil we felt, and we both know that physical locks and gates are not going to keep it out," Christian commented never seeing Caydn take a potential threat this seriously before. Backing out into the road he continued down the street, "I figured while we're out you could at least see one of those properties on the list you have," Caydn sighed pulling into the long winding drive of the property adjoining his. "I've thought a few times of buying this place since it's been empty for a few years, but Sophie and Vince aren't getting any younger and the last thing they need is more to look after," he said solemnly. Christian shook his head understanding, "You'd think with Jazleen they'd want to accept, that is if you've offered." Caydn shook his head stopping in front of the large stone house. "It's never been discussed between us but I do know Jaz talked to them about it before she made the choice with Phillip. She told me they would let her know their decision when and if they made one," he explained. Christian looked at the house for a minute before pulling his cell phone from his pocket dialing. "Mrs. Kline, yes this is Christian," he said sweetly, "I'm terribly sorry to call you at this hour madam but I was interested in the large estate on Winchester St. I wanted to make arrangements to view the house and property tomorrow evening around ten if at all possible. I'm looking to purchase immediately, I think this place would make a nice addition to my property holdings," he glared at Caydn who laughed. Gypsy Designs Ch. 04 "Are you going to tell the woman you have property on every continent or just leave it vague?" he asked when Christian hung up the phone. "Don't worry your head about it I think you're going to have your hands full enough with Gypsy and her amazing talents, also keeping your hands off of her like you've been struggling to do," he laughed, "Now why don't we go back to the house so I can dazzle the pretty little Megan with some international playboy type stories and take a dip in that pool," he said leaning back in the seat relaxing while Caydn drove. Megan was unpacking her bag when she glanced at Gypsy who was sitting on the end of the bed brooding silently. "I know you're mad I didn't tell you about Roland but why would I want to call and remind you of the main reason you left?" she said finally not able to stand the silent treatment. "While I'm thinking of it I wanted to ask did you notice how your cousin's husband and Christian kept staring at me when they didn't think anyone noticed?" she asked flopping down on the bed beside Gypsy. "I told you Phillip is just like that, but Christian with him who knows," she shrugged her shoulders. "If they do it again ask them, knowing them they'll have some reason and they aren't to shy to tell you what it is," she laughed. Walking to the window she saw Caydn's car pull into the garage, "Well it looks like they made it back in record time since Caydn now thinks Roland's a threat to show up here," she said with a frown, "He doesn't realize Roland isn't going to go out of his way to do anything that isn't for him or going to benefit him," she sighed turning to look at Megan. "I'm not mad I just hate the fact that I'm the reason people have to go through this shit like this, now," she threw her arms up in the air, "let's go down stairs and make sure we check in before Caydn comes looking for us," she laughed heading out of the guest room. Christian was standing at the bottom of the stairs, "Why don't the two of you grab your suits, we'll all enjoy that midnight swim Caydn never had a chance to enjoy with you last night Gypsy," he smiled when Megan laughed and agreed quickly. **************************** Pulling her robe around her tightly belting it she was glad she'd started setting aside a few hours each day to work out, along with eating more. If not she'd be going downstairs wearing her sweats and a hooded sweat shirt. Gypsy rolled her eyes seeing the suit Megan was wearing when she came skipping into her room, it left little to the imagination. She could only imagine when wet it wouldn't leave any. Tossing Megan a spare robe she followed her from the room. Seeing Caydn leaning against the archway into the den she hesitated while Megan went into the kitchen when Christian called her name. Moving her eyes from head to toe she looked at him one brow raised, "You swim in jeans and button up shirt?" she asked with a chuckle, "something tells me you're no more thrilled than I am at how Christian organizes things involving everyone before they even agree," she sighed. He couldn't help but laugh at the stubborn expression on her face, "you've only seen the tiniest bit of what he's been doing to me all our lives," he grinned. Pushing away from the door grabbing her hand before she could step back, pulling her against him, "to be totally honest if I'm going to swim I'd prefer it be in nothing but skin because I'd rather be struck by lightning than wear a Speedo and I'd drown laughing at myself if I put on one of those baggy Hawaiian flowered suits Christian has little enough sense to wear," he laughed, "now what do you swim in?" he looked down trying to peek down her robe. Shaking her head she grabbed the neck of her robe pulling it tight, "I can tell you this I'm not getting in the water with Mr. Playboy until I'm certain he's so enamored with Megan he forgets about me cause I'd hate to have to slap one of your guests," she said firmly. Hearing their names being called Caydn turned toward the kitchen grabbing her arm when she tried to escape to the stairway to hide upstairs. "If I lit the fire pit so we could sit and relax would that make it easier?" he asked stopping in the kitchen long enough to grab a couple bottles of wine while she grabbed glasses enough for everyone. The wind had died down, the darkness was perfectly calm, the air crisp and cool creating a soft layer of steam to rise of the surface of the pool. Caydn turned the switch near the fire pit grinning at Gypsy when the gas ignited, the fire crackled to life. Christian dove into the pool quickly swimming slow lazy laps while talking to Megan who was standing along the edge dipping her foot in the water still wrapped in her robe. Uncorking the wine Caydn glanced up and froze just as Megan dropped her robe showing the sensuous curves of her body barely hidden in the Brazilian thong bikini she wore. Glancing at Gypsy he saw she'd closed her eyes and was shaking her head for a second before meeting his eyes. She almost groaned hearing the low wolf whistle of appreciation Christian made while Megan walked down the stairs and into the water. "Well I guess we're even since you've just witnessed what she's done to me since we've been friends," she chuckled, "Men drool over her, hell they should, half the women on earth would kill for a body like hers," she said grabbing her robe pulling it a bit tighter, pulling her feet up to tuck her toes under the hem of the robe before staring into the fire. Caydn poured them all a glass of wine walking over and handing Christian and Megan theirs while they lounged in the shallow water near the pools jets. Looking toward the driveway he stopped seeing the lights flash through the trees, seeing it was Phillip and Jaz he walked back to Gypsy handing her a glass before pouring one for the later arrivals. "It looks like we got here just in time for a party Phillip," Jaz laughed walking into the soft glow of the pool lights, "I just bought a bathing suit this evening hoping to have a chance to enjoy this beautiful pool like I did growing up," she grinned. "Phillip are you going to swim or watch as obviously Caydn's going to do instead of relaxing and unwinding?" she asked her husband who was already walking toward the sitting area around the fire pit, "I'll be out in just a minute to join you," she sighed, walking into the house carrying the bags of things they bought earlier. "I think it should be against the law for malls and boutiques to stay open late," Phillip muttered taking a seat across from Gypsy. "Gypsy why aren't you enjoying yourself with Megan and the idiot friend Jazleen and I had the misfortune to bring with us?" he asked, seeing her withdrawn expression. Opening his mouth to say something else Phillip choked when his gorgeous tall long legged wife walked outside wearing a form fitting tiger striped one piece suit that accented her every curve. Gypsy looked at Caydn and they both laughed, "Were you going to say something else Phillip?" she asked sweetly seeing the frown on his face become stormy when Jaz sauntered right past him to the steps of the pool and walked into the water smiling at him mischievously. "What Gypsy?" he asked turning to look at her, "No I'm sorry nothing else," he snapped his mouth shut his eyes locked on his wife. "Christian I suggest while you're flirting with Megan you keep your back to Jaz and also your distance so we don't have to witness a blood bath, that blood being yours while the jealous husband simmers over here," Caydn laughed toasting Jaz who'd picked her glass of wine from the edge of the pool. "Caydn I'm occupied and hell Jaz's like a sister to me, and seeing a sister next to naked isn't appealing," he laughed when Jaz gasped pretending to be offended. Gypsy glanced at Caydn and then Phillip sighing silently when she saw the large brooding man relax and laugh, raising his glass in a silent toast to his wife. Caydn sat down on the foot of the lounger Gypsy was sitting in, talking business with Phillip casually while she stared into the fire answering questions Megan asked her from time to time. Jaz stopped swimming laps and swam to the edge of the pool, "Gypsy you should come in the water's amazing," she said meeting Gypsy's eyes seeing the fear in them. "Come swim laps with me like we did when you visited us in Paris," she said holding her hand out to her. Phillip leaned forward meeting Gypsy's eyes, "Go and enjoy yourself Gypsy, Caydn and I discussing business is no way to spend such a lovely night," he said softly. Caydn took her wine glass when she scooted to the edge of the lounger standing beside it for a minute before walking to the pool. Taking a deep breath she walked around to the deep end stopping in the shadows, wondering if she could toss her robe off and dive in the water quickly. Closing her eyes she untied her robe, her hands shaking ever since Caydn had commented on how thin she was, it had manifested in her mind, remembering all of the insulting comments she'd heard all her life about being to tall and slender. No matter what she ate she didn't gain weight and had finally given up the dream of ever having the rounded curves Megan had that people found sexy and acceptable. "My god Gypsy," Megan said, making Gypsy jump back from the edge of the pool, wanting to grab her robe. "You're amazing you wicked woman," she smiled appreciatively. Jaz swam to the edge of the pool smiling up at her, "Okay you're not only going to take my measurements but your going to sit down and write out in detail what you've been doing to be built like that little cousin," she laughed her eyes shining with pride. Looking toward the fire pit she locked eyes with Caydn, whose black eyes all but glowed when he looked at her. She didn't move when she watched him step around Phillip and walk toward her. "I see you've been busy little one," he said softly reaching for her hands raising her arms stepping back slightly his eyes moving over her body possessively. "You've become nothing but muscle and have added some seriously delicious mass to those muscles," he whispered the silky feel touching her ears and her mind. Bracing himself for the blush he knew would touch her cheeks, the radiating heat that would hit him when it did he took a deep breath his eyes moving up over the defined abdominal muscles to the full curve of her breasts. Instead of wearing a bathing suit she was wearing a pair of black spandex boy shorts that rode low on her hip bones, the legs of the tiny shorts accenting the firm muscles of her legs, a cropped muscle man tee shirt for a top, coming just a few inches beneath the swell of her breasts. The outfit she was wearing he thought was worse than any normal bathing suit because it made him think of nothing but pure seduction. Hearing her chuckle he met her eyes seeing she'd read his thoughts. "You'd think I was wearing something risqué," she grinned, "It's just a tee shirt and pair of shorts because I don't have a real bathing suit," she shrugged her shoulders. "Now are you going to move or have you changed your mind about swimming also?" she said placing her hands flat on his chest, biting her bottom lip when she felt the electricity flow between the two of them. Stepping aside he watched as she dove smoothly into the pool, not surfacing until she reached the middle of the pool, laughing when Jaz caught up with her matching strokes as they swam. Walking to the fire pit he poured another glass of wine, raking his hand through his hair he pulled the leather tie from it tossing it to the seat as if it offended him. Hearing Phillips quiet laugh he turned his eyes to glare at him before looking back at the pool, his wine glass half way to his mouth where it froze when Gypsy and Jaz stopped and stood in the shallow water. Gypsy pushed her wet hair from her face laughing trying to catch her breath. Swimming laps with Jaz had always been a challenge. Standing up she wrung the water from her hair before the low growl flooded her mind. Looking over toward Caydn quickly she saw the clenched jaw, his eyes dangerous, reflecting the glow of the fire. "Gypsy I think you'd better get back in the water before Caydn loses his mind and blows a gasket," Christian said with a wicked laugh, "Your shirt's become transparent now that's wet, not that I would've noticed," he grinned, only to grunt when Megan elbowed him in the ribs. "You're just trying to start trouble," Megan said rolling her eyes, floating in the warm water beside Christian. Looking from Christian back to Caydn she saw the flash of danger in both his eyes and mind. His muscles tense, his entire body like that of an animal ready to leap. Hearing his words of warning sliding like honey in her mind tickling she took a deep breath, laughing when she felt his silent groan at her action, her breasts lifting and pressing tighter against the wet fabric as she inhaled. Glancing at Jaz who swam lazily in front of her she saw her wink knowing the rush of power Gypsy was feeling being able to push Caydn to the very edge of control. Looking back at him she slid down into the water, hearing his grumbling about it being time she did what she should've done before. She felt her anger rise quickly at his superior attitude and thoughts of what she should and shouldn't do. Looking at Christian, Megan and Jaz who'd joined them taking the refill of wine Christian had poured she decided she join them and enjoy the company while Phillip and Caydn discussed their business ventures. "Gypsy if you have even the slightest bit of affection for me, change your train of thought now or I'm going to be in serious trouble with a very good friend," Christian said flashing her teasing wink. Taking a deep breath she sighed, turning to float on her back for a minute before standing up hearing the growl again only louder this time. Meeting Caydn's eyes she laughed in spite of his thoughts. Walking to the wide stone stairs she stepped out of the pool, her eyes never leaving Caydn's whose had become darker if possible. Grabbing a towel from the lounger, he stood up walking toward her almost laughing when she stopped waiting for him. Seeing the boldness in her eyes he smiled slowly, hearing the thoughts that danced through her mind and the power she'd felt knowing what she was doing to him. "Are you sure Gypsy you want to know exactly what you do to me?" he asked his lips brushing her ear wrapping the large towel around her. Feeling her skin burned when he'd brushed her ear with his lips she faltered for a second wondering if she'd pushed further than she knew. Looking up she met his eyes knowing he was enjoying her boldness. Her heart skipped a beat seeing pure desire flash in his eyes when she laid her hand on his chest. "The only thing I'm sure of is that you'd never push me further than I was willing to go or show me more than I was ready to know," she whispered leaning up to barely touch her lips to his, the words a gentle caress against his mouth. Meeting his eyes, she laughed when he scooped her into his arms carrying her into the house without a word to any of those watching the interchange. Jaz met Phillip's eyes, they each laughed quietly when the door closed. ****************************** Caydn held her as she leaned down opening the door to his study, she laughed when he kicked it closed behind them. Pausing at the bedroom door he smiled meeting her eyes while she turned the knob slowly, pushing the door open before he stepped into the midnight dark room. Turning to his left he chuckled when her hand slid along the wall finding the light switch, the small glow of two antique lamps in opposite corners of the large room leaving much of the room in dusky shadows. Smiling down at her as he stopped at the foot of the bed, feeling her hands tremble when they locked behind his neck. Lowering her feet, he held her waist while she slowly stood up laughing when she found herself standing on the bed. Gypsy smiled down at him, his eyes looking up meeting hers while his hands slid around her hips pulling her forward until she was leaning against his chest. Threading her fingers through his hair, she sighed feeling the warmth of his breath against her stomach. He ran his hand along her sides, from along the outer swell of her breasts and down her legs to her delicately tapered ankles before moving back up along the same path as though looking at her without using his eyes. He placed a gentle brush of a kiss on her bare abdomen while battling the raging surge of desire shooting through him almost shattering his control, wanting to touch her, to taste her, to bury himself deep inside her body and mind. She moved her hand from his hair to the side of his face, pushing his hair back, lifting his eyes to meet hers. "You won't let go of that control no matter how hard it gets," she said softly reassuring him. He groaned seeing the trust in her eyes, hearing her choice of words. Dropping his hands to the back of her knees he tugged gently, laughing when she gasped sliding to her knees, her body sliding intimately against his as she dropped. The hard ridge of his cock straining against the confining fabric of his jeans threatened to explode when the damp fabric covered mound between her thighs nestled against him before moving down along the entire throbbing length. Her breath caught in her throat when his hands cradled her breasts, her knees spread along the outside of his legs as she knelt on the bed in front of him. Fire flashed through her mind when his thumbs stroked across each rock hard nipple. Leaning into his hands she tilted her head back, unknowingly exposing her throat to him, lost in the new feelings rushing over the electrified nerves of her body and sent the deep throbbing in her lower belly into a tail spin. Caydn felt her acceptance seconds before he slipped his hands beneath the wet clinging material, the heat of his hands burning against the stark coldness of her breasts. Gritting his teeth he closed his eyes feeling his incisors lengthening at her innocent offer of her throat. She groaned softly hearing the material of her shirt being shredded, opening her eyes she met his as he pushed the shirt from her breasts leaving them exposed before his hands found their way back covering them, his thumb and forefinger tugging gently at each nipple. He watched the pulse race along her slender throat. Felt the racing beat of her heart beneath his hands. Smiling at her he lowered his head taking first one nipple into the heat of his mouth, his tongue circling the tight peak before his teeth raked over it causing her to moan before moving his head to the other nipple doing the same, her nails digging into his shoulders before moving to the buttons of his shirt while he sucked the marble hard flesh into his mouth. Leaning back he shrugged his shoulders allowing his shirt to fall to the floor behind him. Pulling her against him her breasts cold as marble against the hard muscles of his chest set him on fire. "Gypsy I think we'd better stop," he said lowering his mouth to hers, biting her lower lip tugging it gently, "if we don't stop now I can't be responsible for myself," he groaned. "How do you make me feel like this?" she said breathlessly against his mouth, her back arching slightly keeping her breasts pressed tightly against his palms. "I know my skin's cold but everything inside me is on fire," she gasped when he pinched her nipple sharply. Rubbing her cheek against his chest she brushed her lips over his flattened nipples. Hearing his groan she circled it with the tip of her tongue enjoying the flash of heat his mind sent through hers. "I said stop Gypsy or that control you admire so much will be a thing of the past as will be your virtue and innocence you've protected so well," he leaned back shoving one hand through his hair taking a deep breath. Gypsy Designs Ch. 04 "If this is how it feels for me, what's this like for you?" she asked looking up to meet his eyes. With a growl he took her hand pressing the palm of her hand against the front of his jeans, her fingers stretched along the length of his cock. "You're burning and I'm not only on fire but so hard I'd explode if you were to just touch me," he said through clenched teeth, pushing her hand away suddenly when her fingers closed around the hard ridge caressing innocently. "Stop now," he said firmly seeing shock initially in her eyes only to be replaced with a twinkle of mischief now knowing the power her touch had on him. "But what if I want to explore some more?" she asked in a whisper, her fingers brushing over the ridged muscles of his chest before slipping down to his stomach circling his belly button. Snagging her fingers at the edge of the waistband of his jeans she glanced up at him, smiling when she saw his closed eyes and the strained look on his face. Taking a deep breath she slowly dropped her hand brushing her finger tips along the swollen length of flesh hidden beneath the tight jeans he wore, the deep growl that escape him making her pulse race and her breath quicken as her own body felt as if it was going up in flames. He grabbed her wrist pulling her hand up to his mouth before placing small hot kisses along the inside of her wrist directly over the pounding pulse. "You, young lady get your tempting ass out of here and up to bed before I lay you back and see what I've been imagining, and that would be you naked in my bed, your body wanting mine before I push deep inside you," he said his hand dropping to cup the damp spandex covering the mound hidden between her wide spread thighs, pressing her firmly into his palm, his fingers brushing intimately over the heated crotch of her shorts. She sat back on her feet quickly, "You really don't fight fair when pushed do you?" she said with a giggle, fighting to stop the trembling his touch caused to shot through her lower stomach, the tingling spasms almost painful as they coursed through her. "I guess I should thank you for letting me test myself and experiment knowing you'd never go beyond anything I said no to," she admitted scooting to the edge of the bed standing, facing him not even bothering to pull the damp fabric of her shirt together. "Just be careful Gypsy there might be one time when I can't hold onto that control as well, so experiment with care and warning," he said leaning down cupping his hand behind her neck pulling her lips to his in a savage kiss that left both of them breathless before turning, walking around the bed and into the bathroom closing the door while she went upstairs to her own room for the night. *************************** Gypsy had started a pot of coffee when Megan walked into the kitchen her hair tousled, her eyes dreamy. "Megan you're such a slut," she laughed getting two mugs from the cabinet before turning to look at her best friend who'd sat down at the bar propping her chin in her hands. "I don't think I can be called a slut because I didn't technically 'sleep' with him," she laughed, "now I'm not going to say we didn't get involved in some seriously and satisfactory heavy foreplay after everyone went inside," she grinned accepting the coffee Gypsy handed her with a nod of thanks. "Christian and I finished the other bottle of wine everyone abandoned," she said rubbing her forehead slightly, "but mind you that had little to do with what happened, it was destiny," she said raising her mug in a toast. Putting the mug on the counter she looked at Gypsy, "I wanna know how you really have room to talk after Mr. tall dark and breath takingly handsome, carried you inside here last night with out a word to any of us, the sexual tension so thick it was like a massive lightning storm between the two of you," she laughed seeing Gypsy blush bright red. "Well if you'd looked, I was already in my room asleep when you finally crawled out of the pool last night," she smiled sweetly, "nothing happened, well not much," she admitted self consciously. Megan stared at her, "You mean to tell me with the way the two of you look at each other and nothings happened? Wow talk about sexual frustration," she said her mouth open in shock. "I'm sorry Gypsy I just assumed because the two of you act like lovers with the way you talk to each other and how he watches you and touches you," she said taking another drink of coffee shaking her head. Gypsy wandered around the counter, sitting down on a stool beside Megan, "It's my fault," she said softly, "Since I've never been sexual with anyone I can't make myself jump into anything, especially after the disaster I made out of my life with my last relationship," she frowned. "You've never came out and told me you'd never been sexually active but I knew it," Megan said gently patting her arm, "I'm proud of you," she smiled seeing Gypsy blush a little again. "Sometimes I wish I'd waited," she laughed, "but I think last night would've been the end of it. Yeah I know we didn't take it all the way," she laughed when Gypsy snapped her head up their eyes meeting, "But I would've. Christian said something wasn't right, he was looking out toward the woods, like he thought there was an animal or something out there He said he's going to talk to Caydn about it. So he walked me inside and said we'd take up where we'd left off soon," she giggled. Gypsy heard the gate buzzer, answering the phone before pushing the button to open the gate as Caydn had showed her. "Vince's bed is being delivered I almost forgot, he and Sophie get to come home today," she grinned finishing her coffee, grabbing the keys to their private entrance. "I'll be back as soon as we get the bed in and set up, if you want we can run to the store and try and come up with something for a welcome home dinner," she laughed heading out the door to meet the truck. Megan took over the shopping cart and list when they got to the store, having been raised in Italy by some of her mother's family she wanted to make a nice dinner to thank Gypsy's aunt and uncle for all the help they'd given to Gypsy and also for allowing her to visit. Gypsy laughed shaking her head when Megan ran her out of the kitchen as soon as they unloaded and unpacked the bags of groceries. Going upstairs she made a few return calls about appointments to show her designs, and discussed designing one of a kind outfit for some of the women she'd met at the party she'd attended with Caydn. Hearing a sound she looked out the window seeing the ambulance following Sophie's car around the house to the side entrance, tossing her pencil on the table she ran downstairs to meet them. "I really don't see what all the fuss was about," Vince grumbled when Gypsy rolled him into the kitchen. "I was going to be getting off that stretcher and into this chair so what would've been the difference if I'd sat in the car instead of being flat on my back?" he muttered. Sophie sat at the counter, the strain showing in her face the past month had taken on her. "Megan dear you really didn't have to do all this cooking for us, but thank you it's wonderful I was wondering what I was going to fix the grouchy man to eat, not knowing what Gypsy might have picked up while she's been busy becoming an over night sensation," she smiled proudly at her niece. "If the two of you wouldn't mind all of us having dinner in our apartment tonight, I need to get this one into bed and let him rest so the therapist will give the doctor a good review after she comes to see him tomorrow," she said walking to Vince's wheel chair, turning him toward their rooms. Megan nodded and smiled. Stirring the thick bubbling meat sauce she'd made the spicy aromas filling the air. "How about Gypsy and I bring it in say about seven so both of you can get some rest or just relax it had to be tiring with all the planning and moving around today," she said glancing at Vince seeing his small nod of thanks while he patted Sophie's hand at his shoulder. "Gypsy you go sew, I'm going to look at some of these designs and write down what my marketing ideas would be, later maybe you'll tell me if I got the idea behind the outfit right," she laughed sitting down at the table pulling the large stack of drawings in front of her, Caydn had left on the table. Gypsy laughed, "One of these days you're going to have to remind me why your such a good friend when I'm such a basket case all the time," she waved before walking up to her room, sitting down at the sewing machine losing herself in the mental image of the garment she was creating. Vince handed his plate to Sophie frowning, "I don't like this at all, especially with me not being able to get around," he said firmly. "I don't want either one of you wandering around with out letting someone know where you're at and who you're with," he said looking at Megan and Gypsy. Gypsy wondered why he'd gotten so upset after hearing Megan say Christian had felt something wasn't right the night before. Sophie sat down beside him nodding her head in agreement. "Do you think I should call and have the dogs brought back to patrol the property?" she asked quietly, before looking at the girls. "From time to time if there's a disturbance in the area or maybe a break in with in a few blocks, we contact a guard company and they come in nightly and bring guard dogs that wander the grounds, then pick them up in the morning," she explained, "the property's to big to keep up with every last inch of it so they've been a wonderful deterrent in the past." Gypsy shook her head, "I don't think there's any need to go to that extreme, more than likely it was a stray animal that just made a sound alerting Christian," she said quickly. "I'm sure Roland's found someone else to harass now that not only am I gone but Megan's not there for him to harass and badger," she smiled. Megan took the dishes, stacking them on the small table she and Gypsy found in the pantry. "I'm going to be going out for an hour or so this evening," she grinned meeting Gypsy's questioning eyes. "Christian's looking at some property and from what he said it sounds like it's almost next door, he asked if I'd like to go with him while he took the grand tour with the real estate woman," she laughed when Gypsy rolled her eyes. Vince nodded, "As long as you're going to be with Christian then that's fine," he said glancing at Sophie with a slight smile. Gypsy chuckled, "Okay we're not safe from a stray dog or cat but Megan's safe with Christian, the undeniably sex starved international playboy, to go running around the neighborhood and investigating dark houses?" she leaned back shaking her head. Sophie laughed, "Christian's a very good man even though he does seem to ooze sexuality as most men wear cologne," she laughed when Vince's brow rose to his hair line. "No matter what the man's like he's a born protector and very skilled at it so Megan will be as physically safe from harm as can be, now from his charm that's entirely up to her," Vince sighed. "Now I hate to admit it but I'd like to rest a bit before Jazleen comes rushing in demanding to know why I was foolish enough to fall off that damn ladder in the first place," he said with a groan, "Thank you for the wonderful dinner Megan, have fun and listen carefully to Christian while you're out tonight. Gypsy I'll see you tomorrow my dear," he said squeezing her hand. Megan had left about an hour before with Christian so they could tour the house. Jazleen was inside visiting with Sophie and Vince while Phillip and Caydn were in the study debating business methods, Gypsy took her mat out near the pool to relax and spend some time doing some yoga. The cool night air was refreshing she thought closing her eyes taking a few deep breaths to clear her mind. Opening her eyes, she was glad Caydn had showed her how to adjust the lighting of the pool dimming it so it was just a subtle glow, helping create a peaceful setting for her to workouts. Stretching she heard the usual clutter of thoughts brushing her mind, every so often Caydn would chuckle knowing she was trying to push everything out but he kept thinking how she'd felt the night before in his hands and against his mouth. Doing this made her shake her head smiling gently while she changed positions. Extending her leg, and then raising her hips, arching her back she felt her heart skip a beat, all too familiar flashes ran through her mind, the bitter taste of danger and evil filling her mouth making her skin dance beneath the penetrating chill. Pausing for a second taking a calming breath, she closed her mind off so she wouldn't be broadcasting to anyone, not wanting to cause Caydn's rage that she'd decided she wanted to handle this on her own. She held her breath feeling the waves of anger washing over her as Roland moved closer through the woods. Focusing on his thoughts, she debated if she really should've blocked herself; his rambling thoughts were making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end something she'd never experienced before. "Roland I think that it'd be better if you leave and we can forget you ever showed up," she said keeping her voice calm, lowering her body to the mat. "Gypsy I think you of all people should've known no matter where you'd go, I'd find you because as I've told you over and over I've got everything planned and worked out for our lives, you need to finally realize I meant what I said," he said stepping from the trees. His eyes moving over her with disgust after having seen her standing near the pool with some tall muscled up man the night before, and then he'd carried her into the house as if he'd owned her. His hand clenched into fists thinking about it, she was going to have to be taught a lesson as soon as he got her away from these people there was no doubting that. Gypsy mentally gauged how far the house was in conjunction to where she was sitting and where Roland was. Feeling her stomach turn from the anger, hatred and violence that radiated from his mind, she dropped her blocks letting anyone in the house who had the ability to read her do so quickly. "Roland your ideas about what you want out of life and mine were different is all. There really isn't any reason why you and I can't just go on with the different paths in our lives and be happy," she said smoothly, keeping her voice as calm as possible before moving to one knee before standing to face him. She was shocked to see the once immaculate assistant professor she'd met years before, the man she'd seen stalking around corners at the university and in her life in general. His eyes looked sunk in his head as if he hadn't slept in days, his clothes were filthy and torn, a darkness seemed to surround him. Anger filled her when she realized she'd allowed this now pathetic excuse of a man to disrupt her life for so long. Putting her hands on her hips she glared at him. "What in the hells happened to you?" she snapped sharply her voice ringing out loudly in the darkness. "You look like one of those homeless men you thought it was so much fun to ridicule and make disparaging comments about," she said shaking her head. "Roland has it ever dawned on you that if you put as much energy into your own life as you've put into making mine a living hell the last year and a half that you might've actually found some brainless little twit that didn't mind the thought of having you step in and run her life for her. But guess what, I didn't like the idea then nor now," she almost snarled taking a step forward, knowing instinctively Caydn and Phillip stood somewhere close in the darkness waiting, letting her take care of things if at all possible. "Gypsy you don't have any idea what you're saying, this time I'll forgive you since no doubt these heathen people you've surrounded yourself with have influenced you into thinking and saying these things," he said calmly. "I could see by your behavior last night that you've been brain washed by the barbarians and aren't acting like yourself," he snapped, his eyes glaring at her while his hand rubbed over his face roughly and then slid into the dirt matted hair tugging at it absently. Her eyes almost glowed in the dim light she was so furious, "You dare call anyone a heathen or a barbarian when you're the one who can think of nothing other than getting your hands on me to 'teach me a lesson as soon as you got me away from here'?" she asked with a nasty laugh seeing the shock on his face. "Something else you didn't seem to know about me," she threw her head back laughing, "I have this unusual ability to know what you're thinking so trying to deny it would be a waste of time," she glared at him. "You're going to come back with me, once we move your things into my house then we'll go to the court house and get married by a justice of the peace, after we can tell my mother we were so much in love we couldn't wait for a large wedding," he said taking a step forward straightening the ragged jacket he was wearing. "It might take a few weeks but I'm sure I can cure your whoring ways from you and make you into a perfect wife mother will find acceptable." She shook her head watching him carefully. "I use to think you were just impossibly stubborn but now I know you've stepped over that to a level of legally insane," she said slowly, thoughts and emotions distracting her for a second as she felt the same evil cold moving as if to penetrate her very bones. "I want you to leave now Roland, or I'm going to call the police and have you arrested for as many charges as they can possibly write down even if it takes three or four sheets of paper to put them all on," she chuckled, a frown on her forehead when she tried to focus on him, pushing the angry thoughts from Megan out of her mind that suddenly invaded her mind. Seeing the lights flash in the tree tops behind where Roland stood, she knew Christian and Megan were back. Christian must've told Megan Roland was there and she was receiving a serious backlash of her anger. Roland glanced toward the car moving quickly up the drive to stop only feet from him, before turning back to Gypsy. "This is becoming a scene and Gypsy you know how I feel about scenes," he said firmly, "I was going to be kind enough to let you gather your personal belongings before leaving but I don't think that's going to be possible now," he said glancing at Christian who stepped from the black sports car as smoothly as a panther only seconds before he noticed Cadyn and Phillip stepping out of the darkness toward him. "I can assure you once we're away from here we'll discuss what's acceptable and unacceptable behavior Gypsy so there won't be this type of slip up again," he said taking another step toward her, glancing at each man slowly, his smile some what sadistic. Megan got out of the car, shaking her head when she heard what Roland said. "You're totally fucking insane Roland, get out of here and leave her alone," she said walking quickly toward him never expecting him to spin around toward her. His fist connected with her temper sharply slamming her back to crumble against the front of Caydn's car, her head hitting the car and the then pavement so hard the sound echoed through the darkness sickening Gypsy as she saw her crumble. Gypsy screamed, running toward Megan, Christian seemed to leap over the car knocking Roland back violently before rolling and coming to his feet smoothly. Roland struggled to stand reaching to grab Gypsy as she knelt beside Megan. A loud sound ripped through the air, Roland's body jerked around like a rag doll a large red stain spreading across his chest. Caydn and Phillip were beside Gypsy instantly, pulling her back gently while Christian lifted Megan in his arms tenderly. Gypsy Designs Ch. 04 Turning toward the house Gypsy saw Sophie standing in the open door, a large revolver in her hand, Jaz reached for it, her arm resting around her mother's shoulders. "Christian bring her inside," Gypsy sobbed seeing how limp Megan was in his arms, blood pouring down staining her hair from a large gash on her forehead. Caydn grabbed her arms spinning her around, pulling her tightly against his chest. "He isn't going to let anything happen to her Gypsy," he said softly turning her toward the house. Gypsy felt her heart stop hearing the soul wrenching sound that escaped Christian when he bent his head to Megan's chest, jerking his head up his eyes met Phillip's then Caydn's as if searching for answers. Jaz rushed out to them, "I called the police," she said looking at each of the men, "I had to because of this, anyone in the neighborhood would've heard the sound of the shot," she said looking down at Roland's still body, the blood puddling beneath him on the paved driveway. "Christian can you take her into the house?" Phillip asked, "Can she make it until the police do their questioning then we can take her to the hospital?" he questioned gently glancing at him knowingly before looking at Gypsy. "Caydn take Gypsy inside, let Jaz stay with her and Sophie until the police get here, you talk to them being the home owner." Gypsy looked at all of them as if they'd lost their minds, "Caydn we've got to get her to the hospital or she's going to die," she said her voice ragged with tears. Caydn turned her toward the house, "Gypsy calm down, healing is what Christian does, he'll make sure she's fine until after the police have a chance to see her, then he'll make sure she gets the attention she needs please trust me," he said taking her face in his hands. "We need to make sure Sophie's okay," he reminded her of her aunt, the shock she must be feeling having just shot a man. A patrol car pulled into the driveway within minutes, having been patrolling the neighborhood on his usual routine. Meeting Phillip in the driveway, Megan was stretched out in Christian's arms in the back seat of the SUV. Phillip lowered his voice, explaining to the officer what'd happened and that they'd drive Megan to the hospital instead of waiting for an ambulance for fear there wasn't time. The officer nodded, turning toward the house meeting Caydn at the back door while Phillip and Christian sped out of the driveway in the large SUV. ************************ Gypsy sat staring out the window at the pool while the police finished gathering all the information they needed for the report. The ambulance had come and taken Roland to the hospital, but the medical personnel who worked on him shook their head no when the officer asked if they thought he'd make it. Caydn glanced at Jaz standing behind Sophie patting her shoulder while she dried her eyes when the officer assured her, if she hadn't taken the action she had it was possible both Gypsy and Megan would have been killed by Roland. Looking toward Gypsy he saw Jaz sigh. "Gypsy honey everything's going to be okay," she said softly glancing at Caydn, nodding toward the front of the house. "Officer if you're finished with Gypsy I'm going to take her into the other room," he said waiting to see if there'd be any objection, in case he needed to be some what persuasive. At the officers nod he took Gypsy's arm, pulling her from the chair leading her from the kitchen. Walking into his study he turned only one small desk lamp on before pouring her a double brandy handing it to her, guiding it to her lips. She took a sip feeling the burn going down her throat before settling in her stomach. "Caydn, is Megan going to be okay? Do you think Christian can help her?" she said lifting her eyes to meet his. "Christian and Phillip will do everything they can do for her, don't worry about it," he said gently, "Gypsy I want you to think back when you were traveling with your father or doing anything with him when it was just the two of you, did he ever mention anything about the type of work your grandfather did or why and for who?" he asked kneeling near the arm of her chair, her eyes following him. "My dad always told me my grandfather did something involving very important security but that's all," she said taking another drink, "he did tell me if anything in my life didn't make sense I was to talk to Uncle Vince and he'd do his best to explain things to me, he couldn't because my mom would be mad at both of us is all he said." Caydn turned hearing a noise at the door, seeing Vince in his wheel chair Jaz behind him. He dropped his head knowing life as he'd known it the past few weeks might very well be coming to an end. "Caydn can Gypsy and I use your study to talk?" Vince asked meeting Caydn's eyes, seeing the resignation and also a flash of what might've been dejection in the mans eyes. "Jaz if you'd stay with your mother I'd appreciate it, and Caydn any word on Megan would be a great help, to help ease everyone's minds," he said while Jazleen rolled him into the room stopping him in front of Gypsy. Jazleen and Caydn both left the room closing the door behind them silently. "I feel like I'm in the principal's office for doing something wrong," she forced a tear filled smile, taking the hand he offered her. "Why was I so stupid and had to confront him by myself Vince? If I'd listened to Caydn none of this would've happened, Megan would be okay and not possibly dying somewhere," she dropped her head, tears falling freely onto her hands resting in her lap. "Gypsy you did it because you're an independent young woman who's gone through a lot in the past few years along with most of your life. Being such you've learned to not trust or need anyone but yourself and for that I'm sorry Gypsy," he said leaning forward to lift her face her eyes to meet his. "I promised Elliot a long time ago, one day I'd sit you down and tell you a story that you might find hard to believe, but when you hear it things will feel as if they're falling into place," he told her gently. Vince explained his father, her grandfather, was just one in a long line of their family decedents who'd continued somewhat of a family business over seeing material things and needs for some rather influential people from their home country. He told her the story his own father had told him and Elliot, when they were growing up. It included a race of people who lived for the most part the same as everyone else, just a few things differed. Sitting listening she leaned back finishing her brandy, getting up pouring herself another before meeting Vince's eyes. "Okay you're trying to tell me that our family's done everything they've done because there's an entire group of people sort of like Boris Karloff in the movies? Vampires, you want me to believe that they're all vampires?" she stared at him not sure if she wanted to laugh or ask if he'd taken to many pills. She could read what he was thinking and it suddenly dawned on her he wasn't kidding, nor was he overly medicated, sitting back down heavily she stared at him meeting his eyes while he watched her closely. "You know what you're want me to accept don't you?" she asked getting up from her chair to pace the room. "So you're telling me their dead right? And your telling me Christian's one of them and he's going to let Megan die so he can do something to her and make her one of these walking dead people also?" she stared at him, looking up she saw Jazleen step into the room silently. "Gypsy, daddy's not telling you anyone's dead," she said walking to her cousin, stopping in front of her. Gypsy stared at Jaz for a minute before Jaz took her hand, putting it gently on her chest locking her eyes to hers. "Feel that?" Jaz asked, "That's my heart it beats, if I were dead it wouldn't, in death no matter who it is their hearts don't beat they'd lay still and rot as would the mind and the body," she said softly waiting to see if Gypsy was going to understand. "What would your heart have to do with any...?" Gypsy said stopping suddenly. Pulling her hand away from Jaz slowly, she walked toward the window taking a deep breath. "Jaz okay if it isn't dead or they aren't or hell you, but are you like the vampires Boris Karloff made so famous drinking blood and flying through the sky at night as bats?" she turned to glance at her cousin who'd sat beside Vince. Jaz laughed, "I really wish Hollywood hadn't made such a impression on people, all the millions of different volumes of the same story they made with different twists to it," she grinned, "I can honestly say I've never taken on the shape of a bat nor anything creepy crawly and I don't intend to start now," she grinned. "As for your other question, the answer would be yes, do we kill those we take what we need to survive from, no of course not," she said firmly, "we don't hurt or kill anyone anymore than any average person does in their lives. Now I'm not saying there aren't some of our people who turn bad the same way someone's next door neighbor might, just like everyone else when someone turns to the dark side they then need to be removed before they can harm any one," she said glancing at Vince who nodded in agreement. Gypsy leaned against the edge of Caydn's desk while she'd listened, "Okay this might sound strange but if you're one of them or like that or how ever you'd rather me word it is our entire family?" she asked looking to both of them for an answer. Vince nodded, "There've been a few in the past and there are a few now that are yes. Jazleen as she's admitted to you, also Victor has accepted the gift of longevity since our family and the skills we offer has shrunk dangerously the past few years," he explained, watching when she moved to sit behind Caydn's desk trying to absorb everything she was being told, and after everything that'd already happened only an hour or so ago. "You father fell in love with your mother, with that choice he also made the choice to not step into what'd be called a family business of being protectors. He knew not long after marrying Evelyn it wasn't something he'd ever trust her with the knowledge, that if not heavily guarded could endanger many lives," he said taking Jaz's hand while she sat beside him. "No one in our family until Angelique was born to that life, but we've all been gifted with extraordinary talents that you're aware of," he smiled, "I have to admit your skills are even more refined from the time you were young than Jazleen's were when she first changed." Gypsy looked at Jaz, "How come when I was in Paris with you and Phillip, I wasn't able to read him and learn this then about both of you?" she asked leaning forward putting her elbows on the desk. "Phillip was speaking only French and even thinking in nothing but that language, if you remember you didn't speak it at the time so his thoughts would've been mixed in among the jumble of everyone around you," she grinned, "I had to make it a point to think only in French. And at that time I had not made the commitment to change as I have since then." Gypsy laughed remembering having to ask Jaz what everyone was saying and how to say this or that. Stopping suddenly she stared at Vince. "You're a protector aren't you Vince?" she said her voice just barely a whisper. At his nod she closed her eyes dropping her face to her hands. "So that means..." she said her voice trailing off to silence. Keeping her eyes closed, she listened when Vince asked Jaz to take him back to his room Sophie had been alone as long as he was comfortable leaving her. Hearing the door close she felt the sob threatening to escape her, so many things bombarding her so suddenly she didn't know if she'd be able to process and digest all of it without losing her mind. Giving into the emotion she laid her head on the desk, crying silently, tears slipping through her fingers as she covered her eyes. Sitting up she shoved her hair back from her face, opening her eyes she gasped seeing Caydn leaning against the closed door watching her closely. "If you want to know then ask me," he said his voice deep and smooth just above the honeyed tones, something inside him twisted seeing the tears clinging to her lashes knowing the truth and confusion had put them there. "All you have to do is ask and I'll tell you the truth," he told her stepping over to take the chair she's been sitting in earlier. "Why didn't you tell me this yourself?" she said so softly had his hearing not been so enhanced he would've thought the words a sigh. Caydn leaned forward in the chair bracing his elbows on his knees, "How was I suppose to tell you this and make you believe me? And not have you think Vince and Sophie worked here taking care of me because I was insane and they were my guardians?" he asked with a strained chuckle. "I asked you a few times about anything your father might've told you and then remembering your mother I asked if Victor had told you anything. It only took me asking to know that you're one of only a handful in your family line that hasn't known," he explained. She nodded understanding some what, "But you made me think you wanted me and I don't mean as a meal," she laughed blushing, "sorry if I word things wrong or offensively but if I don't laugh, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind and have to be locked in a padded room," she took a deep breath, leaning back in his chair her feet moving up to rest on the edge of the seat. "Why would you do that? Or was it to much fun playing with my emotions because I'm so inexperienced?" she said her eyes moving along the patterned ceiling instead of looking at him even though she could feel his eyes moving over her with as much intensity as if he were touching her. Caydn stood up walking to stand on the other side of the desk bracing his hands on the desk glaring at her. "What in the hell makes you think I was playing at any damn thing?" he asked his voice angry, her eyes moving to meet his. "How am I suppose to believe anything that's been said or happened since I've been here, now that I find out all of it's a front to keep your life, hell even your existence a huge secret?" she glared back at him, "I saw you with the people at the event that night all those people flocking to you like you were 'all that'," she said sarcastically. "And Amanda," she said suddenly dropping her legs to the floor, leaning forward quickly her eyes blazing. "Now I have some idea why Ms. Amanda was fawning all over you she's one of your toys or should I call them dinner, maybe brunch since you live the upper crust life," she snapped standing up, shoving the chair back against the low book case behind it with a loud crash. "Stop it," he said his voice a low roar, smiling cynically when he saw her stop in her tracks only to turn and glare at him before spinning on her heel presenting her back to him staring out the window into the darkness. "I'm trying to remember you've been through quite a bit tonight, first that bastard showing up, Megan getting hurt and then all of the questions from the police and having to mentally relive everything that'd happened the past few years," he said his voice lowering, "If it hadn't been for all this it's possible that you'd never been told anything." She shook her head, "I understand what you said about my mother and the choices my father made, but what about when I was older? Hell I stayed with Jazleen and Phillip in Paris she obviously knew so why didn't she tell me then?" she asked. "Yes Jazleen knew but she was raised here in this house and a few different estates I own, so she's grown up being aware, knowing about myself and others like me," he said stepping back to sit in the chair facing the desk. Running her hands over her face, she leaned her head back taking a deep breath. "Why did Vince tell me now? Would've it been easier to not telling me, just let me go on being ignorant of all of it the way I was?" she asked taking her glass to the bar, pouring a stiff shot of bourbon. Lifting the glass she looked at it for a minute before tossing it back quickly, shaking her head as the burning liquor made it's way down her throat. Caydn could hear the broken bits and pieces of her thoughts while she fought to put everything together so she could make sense out of it. Watching her closely he wished he could make things easier to understand but he knew she had to adjust to all of this on her own. Turning she looked at him, tears shimmering in her eyes again. "What's happening with Megan?" she said her voice barely a whisper, "Is she going to be okay or not?" He rubbed his hand over his forehead, "Megan was hurt much worse than it looked," he said slowly not daring to meet her eyes yet, "not only was it from the blow to her head but also where her head struck the car when she fell. The trauma was great and the damage equally bad," he said his voice fading to silence. "Caydn can Christian help her like you said he could, you told me he was some type of healer so can he make her better or not?" she asked the sound of tears clear in her voice while she tried to hold them back for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. "It depends on what your idea of better would be," he said glancing up at her feeling his heart tighten seeing the sparkling tears sliding from her eyes. "You'll be able to see her in a few days but her life will be different now you could say." Closing her eyes she took a ragged breath, "She'll be like Christian, Phillip and Jaz now won't she?" she asked meeting his eyes. He nodded quietly, "And like me Gypsy," he said looking away from her, standing he walked to the door, "If you decide not to stay here I'll understand it, I'm not going to lie and say I wouldn't like it but I understand you have many things to think about." She watched him close the door behind him quietly, wrapping her hands around the glass tightly she fought the urge to follow him and ask him to hold her since it seemed to calm her down and make her feel safe, right now that would be a blessing compared to everything she was feeling. Setting the glass down she walked out of his study, pausing in the hallway she heard Sophie and Jaz in the kitchen, before walking up the stairs to her room closing the door behind her locking it. Crawling into bed without even taking her clothes off she pulled the covers tightly under her chin taking a deep breath forcing herself go to sleep to escape everything she wasn't ready to face at the moment. Gypsy Designs Ch. 05 Sophie was in the kitchen when she walked in to make coffee. "Good morning dear," Sophie smiled reaching for a mug to pour her niece some coffee, "How did you sleep?" she asked casually. Gypsy sipped the hot coffee only glancing at Sophie, "I slept fine," she said softly, "I've got some errands I need to run, as soon as I grab a shower," she walked toward the hall, "If you or Vince need anything make a list I'll pick it up while I'm out." Finishing her shower she slipped into a pair of low rise jeans and a thick cable knit sweater, pulling her hair back in a pony tail. Keys and list in hand she went downstairs glad Sophie was in with Vince when she grabbed the list Sophie had left on the counter, heading out to her SUV driving off. Sophie stood at the window watching as Gypsy left, "How long do you think it's going to take her before she wants to sit down and talk some more or do you think it might not happen?" she asked glancing at Vince who was sitting up in bed. Shaking his head he chuckled, "With as stubborn as that girl is there really isn't any telling," he said meeting his wife's eyes, "I think as soon as she gets back today if she says she's found some place else to live we'll know then how well she's taking all this," he said sadly. Sophie answered the gate buzzer, pressing the button to open the gate, "You better take a deep breath my dear because your new therapist's here, so prepare yourself," she chuckled; glad she had something else to focus on. After making a few stops, picking up the supplies she needed for the designs she'd already spoken to various women about, she found herself pulling into a small local park, finding a quiet place to park over looking a small river. Taking her sketch pad and charcoal from the bag she walked over to a leaf covered picnic table, sitting down looking at the bright array of fall colors already touching the edges of all the leaves. Closing her eyes she began drawing, closing her mind off to everything except the clothing she'd created in her mind putting them on paper, page after page became covered with her visions. She laughed when she opened her eyes hearing a small shuffle in the leaves beside her. The small grey squirrel was sitting up holding a large acorn in its paws while it watched her. "It must be nice to have a simple life, where you know what you need to do to survive, there aren't huge surprises to make you wonder if you'd been walking through life with your eyes closed," she said softly, smiling when the squirrel turned its head as if listening to her. "I know having to spend all summer and fall trying to find enough food for the long winter doesn't sound like a walk in the park," she giggled, "but if you'd like to trade places I'd take you up on it. Where I live it's starting to look like I'm going to have to second guess 'what' everyone is," she sighed. Looking at her watch she realized it was almost five, she'd been sitting there drawing for hours. Glancing at the stack of drawings beside her she smiled hoping this would give her an advantage when she began meeting with potential clients the following week. Gathering her things she laughed when the squirrel ran up the large tree chattering at her in alarm. "Didn't mean to disturb you but I have a few more things I need to do before going back home," she said walking back toward the parking lot, driving toward the small market Sophie had given her the address for. The sun was below the trees when she pulled back in the driveway, stopping under the archway she unloaded the bags of groceries she'd picked up for Sophie and the things she picked up for herself. Carrying an armload into the kitchen she saw Vince sitting at the table with Sophie. "I was hoping you hadn't got lost dear, it's after six I was getting worried," Sophie said getting up to help her with the bags. Gypsy smiled, "No didn't get lost," she chuckled, "I did find this perfect little place, I've spent the past hour or so talking to the land lady and doing the paper work so I can start getting it set up this week," she said over her shoulder going out for another arm load of things. Sophie stopped, turning to meet Vince's eye who was frowning, shaking his head sadly. "Gypsy you didn't have to rush into anything," he said when she stepped back into the kitchen setting the bags next to the refrigerator, "I'm sure we could've talked this over and found some way for it to work for everyone." Gypsy opened the bag taking the milk and eggs out setting them on the counter glancing over her shoulder at him. "But this is something I've been wanting to do Vince, I thought it'd be better this way so people wouldn't be coming to the house and invading anyone's privacy," she said with a smile. Sophie paused for a minute, "Gypsy what type of place did you rent or purchase?" she asked taking a deep breath, waiting for her to answer. "Sophie you know that market you asked me to go to, well about three blocks from it is that old white building with the large windows across the front of it?" Gypsy asked, setting the last of the bags on the counter. "I know the building you're talking about, but hasn't that been remodeled for businesses?" she asked quickly. Laughing Gypsy looked at Sophie, then turning toward Vince, "You thought I'd found a place to live didn't you?" she shook her head, smiling. "I rented the space with the option to buy the building should I need to so I've office space. This way I can have women come in to discuss designs and have their measurements taken along with fittings once I have the pieces almost finished," she explained. Leaning against the counter she looked at Vince, "I'm not going to say I didn't think about finding some place but once I'd a chance to do some thinking I realized, little in my life's ever been what other people would call 'normal' so I thought I'd give this a try for awhile, see if maybe this is my 'normal' so to speak," she told them reaching for one of the apples she brought in taking a large bite, chuckling when she heard the audible sighs from each of them. "If you don't mind I've got a few things I need to do if you don't need me to help you put this up?" she said grabbing her own bags and heading for her room. Dropping the bags on her desk she took a deep breath glancing out the window seeing the sun was now down the sky a dark dusky grey. Walking down stairs she opened the door to Caydn's office walking quietly to his bedroom door knocking softly. After a few minutes when she didn't hear anything she realized she couldn't hear his thoughts either. Opening the door she reached for the light switch confirming what she already knew, he wasn't there. "Where in the hells Caydn?" she said walking back into the kitchen. Looking from Sophie to Vince, she was losing patience quickly feeling panic rise in her chest, "Would one of you please tell me where he's at?" she said firmly. "Caydn left last night after the two of you talked," Sophie said quietly, "He said he was going to stay at his apartment, he'd just have the remaining construction rescheduled for when he wasn't in town," she told her. Shaking her head she felt anger replace the panic, "If you'd write down the address or directions which ever you have I need to run up and grab my keys," she said walking out of the room quickly, taking the steps two at a time making her way to her room. Walking back into the kitchen her jacket over her arm she paused at the table reading the directions. "I don't know if I'll be back tonight so don't wait up for me," she said picking the paper up, walking toward the door, pausing when Phillip walked in from the patio area. Meeting his eyes she turned, looking at her aunt and uncle, "If I don't make it back I'll find a place to stay so don't worry about me," she said calmly, "I've a few things I need to say and it's now or never," she said spinning on her heel ignoring Phillip who stared at her silently, walking out the door getting in her SUV pulling out of the driveway quickly, turning toward the city. ***************************** She was thankful Sophie had given her detailed directions directly to the parking garage for the large apartment building. Pulling into the shelter of the garage she turned her wipers off, it'd begun raining not ten miles from the house and had rained steadily the entire drive into the city. Grabbing her jacket she climbed out of the SUV grabbing the paper with the code to the door written on the bottom of it. Walking toward the bank of elevators she pushed the code stepping inside when it opened. She shook her head while she stood in the elevator, moving toward the twenty sixth floor. "I wonder why he decided on the top floor and not in the basement somewhere," she said rolling her eyes at herself in the shiny aluminum paneled elevator. Stepping off when the doors opened, she looked at the three doors, finding his door she paused, her hand raised to knock. She took a deep breath hearing the anger and frustration in his thoughts. Knocking softly, she could feel him block himself immediately. Caydn finished his drink before walking to the door knowing it was Gypsy, and not feeling like talking to her at the moment. Opening the door slowly he almost laughed seeing the annoyance so obvious on her face. "I came here for some privacy so if you'd be so kind as to get your ass back in the elevator and go home, tell Vince or Sophie which ever one told you I was here that I'll deal with them when and if I return to the house," he said leaning against the door frame before pushing the door closed. She laughed when the door closed, reaching for the handle she knew she'd find it unlocked. Opening the door she walked in watching him walk toward the make shift bar in the semi destroyed apartment. "Good to know you weren't dumb enough to think I was going to actually leave as you suggested," she grinned when he glanced over his shoulder at her, one brow raised. "Glad I didn't disappoint you Gypsy," he said toasting her before tossing back the drink he'd poured him self, "Could I offer you a drink, or hopefully your visit's going to be too short to relax and enjoy a glass," he laughed seeing her eyes snapping fire at him. She walked over sitting down on the arm of what she thought was love seat beneath the large protective cloth covering it. "You know I wouldn't have thought running like a coward would be a trait you or anyone like you would've done but I see I stand corrected on that," she said sarcastically, "and yes I think I'd love a drink, better make it a double, driving in the rain's nerve wracking and hell on the eyes," she said nodding her thanks when he handed her a glass with a generous amount of bourbon. "Well you know it wouldn't have been such a waste of your time had you just stayed where you belonged and left me to my own vises," he chuckled meeting her eyes when they snapped to meet his, knowing his insinuation was crawling under her skin. "How nice to know you actually admit to having vises but it also makes me wonder what those would be," she said an edge in her voice. "Maybe I should've called since it would've been awkward for you had Amanda been here for a visit," she all but sneered. Caydn put his glass down on the counter stepping around the covered furniture moving toward her, his lips turning up into a smile when he saw her eyes getting bigger. "Well since you've been let in on my little secret, and as you can see Amanda isn't here to help satisfy my 'urges' I don't see why you shouldn't witness some of these vises that those of 'my type' really have first hand," he said grabbing her arm and pulling her against him roughly. His restrained anger and hurt pushing him to act out of character, his incisors lengthened with the dull throb of anger mixing with the desire that had rushed through him the minute he'd known she was close. "Don't you think it'd be exciting to feel what my 'victims' feel when I've this overwhelming desire to feed from them," he said his voice purposely dropping to the deep honeyed tones that tickled her mind as they caressed teasingly. "Know the fear and terror they feel before I take them like the animal you seem to think I am?" She shook her head when his voice danced through her mind, her hands coming to rest against his chest trying to push him back but his hold on her too tight. "If you think you're going to scare me then you're seriously mistaken," she said with a sigh frowning trying to ease the tickle since she didn't dare move her hands to rub her forehead. "I wouldn't think of scaring you," he said his voice dropping even deeper the rhythm of his words creating a sing song pattern, "Some might find the taste of fear to their liking but I much prefer the smooth sweetness of seduction," he said lowering his lips to brush her ear. Looking up to meet his eyes she bit her lip to keep from laughing, "So seduction is the taste you crave?" she asked, relaxing her arms allowing her body to brush against his, "I should've known seeing how Amanda acted like a cat in heat searching for the male who'd be more than willing to put that fire out for her," she said her voice playful, but each word cutting while she moved her hand over the firm muscles of his chest before resting along the side of his neck in a gentle caress. Grabbing her wrist he pulled up until it was in front of their faces, his eyes locked with hers, the darkness of his eyes like a black pool with no bottom. Smiling he moved her wrist toward his mouth opening it slightly giving her a glimpse as his lengthened incisors. Feeling her pulse racing beneath his hand as well as hearing the roar of it in his ears he lowered his mouth toward her wrist chuckling at her gasp when his tongue only stroked smoothly along the tender flesh. "Be very careful of the fire you play with or the devil you dare to tempt Gypsy," he whispered against her skin. She leaned against him, pressing her body against his, when he continued to hold her wrist caught in his grasp. "It seems that you enjoying playing with that same fire as much as it seems to be intriguing me," she said her voice a subtle purr a smile touching her lips. Caydn growled, feeling the heat from her body burning its impression against his, shifting his hips he saw her eyes flash when the hardened length of his cock pressed against her. "Just how much do you dare Gypsy?" he challenged her. Her body seemed to tingle where ever it touched his, muscles deep inside her stomach clenched and spasmed taking her breath away. Losing herself in his eyes she took a deep breath letting it out slowly, dropping her eyes from his, and leaning her head against his chest. Hearing his heart beating fast and strong she twisted her wrist in his hand when his grip loosened slightly. Lifting her head she looked up at him for only a second before her eyes dropped to his mouth, her tongue wetting her bottom lip, gasping when his mouth came down meeting her half way, capturing her in a searing kiss. Lifting her hands she tugged at the tie holding his hair back, growling softly until she felt his hand reach up yanking the leather free before his arms wrapped around her pulling her sharply against him, his tongue danced intimately with hers. Threading her fingers deep into his hair she groaned into his mouth feeling him rake his teeth along her tongue the sting sharp and the metallic taste of blood there and gone in a second when his tongue slid over the stinging bite. "Gypsy I'm going to tell you only once," he said pulling back from her mouth, her teeth tugged gently at his bottom lip. "I won't be able stop this time so if you need to or want to stop this insanity it needs to be now," he said sliding his hand to the back of her neck, cradling her head before tilting it allowing him total access to her mouth. While his other hand dropped to her ass, pulling her tightly against him. His breath caught when she wiggled seductively against him sending jolts of fire throughout his mind and body. The deep growl in his throat stopped, feeling her pulling back from him slightly, her hands pulling from his hair, dropping to his shoulders. Holding his breath to control the inferno that burned in his body, his eyes met hers briefly before she looked away from his. She could see her hands trembling as well as feeling it, letting her hands fall from his shoulders. Taking a deep breath she moved them to the front of his shirt slipping her hands beneath the fabric opening it to the bare skirt of his upper chest and throat. Leaning forward she moved her mouth along the skin of his collar bones before placing small biting nips along the tendons of his neck. Caydn felt his entire body shutter when her lips moved over his skin leaving a trail of fire behind them, feeling her teeth brushing against his throat he growled deeply, leaning down scooping her into his arms his mouth savagely covering hers. Gypsy jerked back away from him as far as his hold would allow when she heard someone clear their throat loudly. Closing his eyes Caydn pulled her against him shielding her from the man he knew stood behind them. "Micah do you not have anything better to do than to bother me right now?" he asked his voice rough with the simmering lust that burned in his body. "Never have I known you to bring women to your apartment Caydn so how was I to know I'd be interrupting something that looked so intense and engrossing you wouldn't have known your own brother was standing here," Micah laughed. Brushing his hair from his face he locked eyes with Gypsy seeing the bright blush covering her cheeks at having been caught so wrapped up in his arms and mouth. "Gypsy I guess I've no other choice than to introduce you to my rouge brother Micah," he growled the name slightly, turning so she could see him. "He's either the worst timing in the world or his new goal is to see how far he can push me before I remind him I'm his elder and far superior to him," he grinned at his brother. Micah flashed Gypsy a brilliant smile bowing to her, but not stepping closer glancing quickly toward his brother before looking back at her. "It isn't nice to ask questions about me while I'm right here, you can ask me directly," she said sharply knowing the two were communicating among themselves and she was the topic. "Caydn please put me down," she said with a ragged sigh hating that she would lose contact with his body. "I beg your pardon," Micah laughed seeing the stormy expression on her face and the laughter that flashed across Caydn's eyes. "I didn't realize I was in the presence of someone of your talents and skills my dear," he nodded toward her, "Caydn I might need to extend my visit for more than the few days I had planned on so I can watch this unfold and see how 'superior' you are to me," he laughed meeting his brothers now ebony colored eyes. Tugging her sweater down making sure it was in order before she stepped away from Caydn toward the make shift bar, "I think I'll have a drink would the two of you care to join me?" she asked pouring herself another large portion of bourbon. "Caydn it looks as if the short time she's been around you has already driven the beauty to drink," Micah chuckled slapping Caydn on the shoulder when he stepped around him, taking the glass Gypsy held out to each of the men. "I think I should warn you Gypsy after consuming just part of what you have in that glass you're not going to be in any shape to drive unless you'd intended to stay with Caydn tonight and I truly interrupted something," he said raising his brow as her eyes snapped to meet his. "If you don't shut up Micah I'm going to have the pleasure of explaining to Sam what happened to you and have her try and kill me for doing you in," Caydn said stepping between Gypsy and his brother, his eyes meeting hers, seeing the turmoil boiling just beneath the surface but knowing she'd slammed her blocks up the minute she found out Micah was his brother therefore like him. Gypsy Designs Ch. 05 "Who's Sam?" Gypsy asked glancing between the two men noticing for the first time the similarities between the two as she tossed her drink back shuttering when the burning liquid slammed into her empty stomach. "Sam as Caydn insists on calling her is Samantha my mate or wife if you'd prefer," Micah explained, "We went by the estate, Phillip told me that you were here so I thought I'd come and see you while Samantha and Jazleen visited with Sophie," he explained, "I now know why when I asked Phillip if he'd like to join me he declined the invitation," he laughed seeing the exasperated expression on Caydn's face and saw Gypsy roll her eyes. Gypsy felt Caydn's eyes on her as she looked at both of them, the wide shoulders and heavily muscled chests that tapered down to trim waists and long legs. Micah looked as if his hair would be possibly as long as Caydn's if it weren't pulled back, but where as Caydn's eyes were dark and brooding, the deep brown that only slightly evident from time to time, Micah's eyes sparkled with laughter the brown a deep dark chocolate color. Glancing at Caydn she shrugged her shoulders pouring herself another drink and immediately tossing it back grimacing when the breath taking liquor burned her throat. "I think your woman finds me much easier on the eyes than she does you brother dear," Micah chuckled evilly enjoying the fury he saw flash in Caydn's eyes before he winked at Gypsy. "Don't be so sure of your self," she said with a wave of her hand turning her back on both men setting her glass on the counter. "I think I'm going to head back to the house since you have company to occupy you Caydn," she said swaying slightly when she stepped away from the counter grabbing the stool standing beside her. "Gypsy you're not going anywhere tonight," Caydn said slowly reaching for her arm steadying her, meeting her eyes seeing the flash of panic that passed over her face. "You're welcome to my room and since I'm going to be busy entertaining Micah you can be assured of not being disturbed," he said softly reassuring her. "I'm not going to impose," she said shaking her head, "Just tell me where the nearest hotel is or call me a cab, I can have the driver direct me to the nearest place," she said refusing to look at Micah who laughed loudly. "Gypsy dear I think I'd be safe in saying that Caydn and I both know that we'd be endangering ourselves and the peace in our lives if we allowed you to wander the city on your own," he said nodding when she turned to look at him questioningly. "Sophie, Jazleen and even my Samantha would have our hides if we left a young innocent woman such as you to the hidden dangers of the city." With a sigh she stepped away from the counter, intending to find her own cab then a hotel for the night knowing she wasn't about the drive with the floor already feeling as if it were moving under her feet. Giggling she covered her mouth looking up at Caydn when she stumbled. Shaking his head he reached out quickly scooping her into his arms seeing the shocked expression on Micah's face when she dropped her blocks and her thoughts bombarded them both. "It's settled your going to bed and your going to stay there and sleep this off," he said firmly, "tell Micah good night Gypsy," he said turning her until she could see his brother leaning against the same love seat she'd been sitting on earlier. Micah shook his head trying not to laugh at the thoughts that ran through her mind and the low growl he heard mentally from his brother. "Good night Gypsy, it was truly my pleasure to meet you," he said reaching out to take her hand lifting it to his lips in a fleeting kiss. "Gypsy, stop thinking," Caydn groaned when he saw Micah's lips turning up in a smile when they both heard her thoughts on the matter. Resting her head on his shoulder she wrapped her arms around his neck, "I'm sorry Caydn I forgot that if he's your brother then he'd also hear my thoughts," she giggled, "Micah I'm sorry for being rude and wishing you hadn't come to visit but things were just getting interesting when you showed up," she said with a sigh. Caydn pushed open his bedroom door, kicking it closed behind him to close out the sound of Micah's laughter. Walking to the edge of the bed he fought the urge to drop her on the large bed and walk out of the room. Lowering her legs he ground his teeth together when her body slid slowly and seductively along the length of his own. Closing his eyes he refused to meet hers when her arms remained around his neck, her breath brushing against the skin at the opening of his shirt. "Gypsy would you please just get in bed, get some sleep, and let me go deal with Micah and see what he and Sam are doing in town?" he asked his voice strained trying to push her thoughts from his mind while she was clearly enjoying the feel of his body pressing against hers. "Caydn do you have something I could wear other than this heavy sweater?" she asked stepping back from him, suddenly sitting on the bed when she backed against it, "There's no way I could sleep in this," she said reaching down and tugging the sweater over her head. Turning on his heel he spun away from her, stalking to his closest grabbing a silk pajama shirt that went with the silk pants he wore many times. Walking back into the bed room he glanced at her while she struggled with the zipper on her jeans, groaning when he hear Micah's laugh from the other room. "For god's sake woman wear this and get your ass in bed and get some sleep," he said tossing the shirt on the bed beside her, turning and walking from the room, closing the door firmly behind him. Leaning against the door he didn't even have to look up to know Micah was watching him closely a smile flashing across his handsome face. "It looks like you've gotten yourself in a hell of a predicament," Micah chuckled seeing Caydn run his hand through his hair roughly pushing it back after Gypsy had taken it down earlier, burying her hands in it. "You don't even know the half of it," he muttered walking over joining his brother at the make shift bar, "that is unless Phillip and Jaz have been kind enough to give full details to Sam and she's passed them on to you instead of them sitting around gossiping about mundane things," he grumbled pouring himself a drink. "Sophie's relieved to know that she'll be staying instead of driving back after drinking," he said with a sheepish smile. "Jazleen told me a quick summary of what had been going on during the drive, since I've been here I've learned most of it," he said gently. "I guess it's a blessing in disguise Christian was who'd accompanied Phillip and Jazleen," he said glancing at Caydn seeing him nod his agreement. "I hope things go as Christian wants them to, and when Megan wakes she isn't out to kill him for what he's done," he said with a deep sigh, "There wasn't much time to consider other options and Christian wasn't open to any other reasoning." Micah swirled the liquor around in his glass, "I knew the instant I met Samantha she was mine, granted some times I still have to convince her, but for me it was always evident," he explained looking up to meet Caydn's eyes. "I'm wondering when you're going to see what's right in front of your face or should I say what's between your sheets right now," he chuckled seeing Caydn frown and glare at him. "Just because she's got amazing skills and abilities doesn't mean she's for me," he said tossing his drink back wishing he could as easily feel the mind numbing effects of the alcohol as Gypsy did. "She's innocent and I think she's attracted because for the first time she's testing her flirting skills, I'm the only target at the house other than her uncle or the stone faced Phillip," he explained quietly his words sounding as if he was trying to convince himself of the reasoning more than Micah. "Well there's Christian and I'm sure he would've been a willing participant before Megan's accident," he chuckled seeing the glare Caydn flashed his way before stalking to the large bank of windows looking out over the sleeping city. "Christian always did know when not to push my buttons where as you've never been that intelligent," he said his voice a low growl, "now explain to me why you and Sam have decided to drop in so suddenly?" Caydn pushed back from his desk in his office, the one room other than his private chamber that wasn't a total shambles during the construction process. "I'm going to the house before it gets any later to of course rest with Samantha," Micah said, standing up watching Caydn closely. "Hopefully Gypsy will sleep most of the day away if those circles under her eyes are any indication of the stress and exhaustion she's been under the past few days," he said gently. Caydn nodded his head, "The four or five double shots of Bourbon she took are going to be a great help also," he chuckled, "let Sophie know I'll make sure Gypsy gets back home this evening and not to worry." ****************************** Standing at the window after Micah left, he saw the deep darkness that slipped over the sky before dawn. Looking around the room he shook his head, he'd never been one to tolerate disorganization and the apartment set his teeth on edge, later that evening he'd call the contractor back and arrange for them to finish the job once he'd gone back to the estate. After closing the large drapes even thought the glass was specially made and would keep the dangerous rays of sun from coming into the apartment he opened the bedroom door quietly. He noticed she'd left the bathroom light on after she'd changed. Closing the door behind him silently, he saw her lying on her side in the center of the bed, her legs uncovered other than where the sheets wrapped around her as if trying to keep her within their grasp. Walking into the bathroom he took a deep breath before changing into the silk pants that matched the shirt she was wearing. Turning the light off he ground his teeth together, fighting the heat and desire that rose in him when he moved closer to the bed. Many days he'd thought of what it would feel like to have her lying beside him after the centuries of going to sleep and waking alone. Pushing her mental chatter from his mind he'd force himself to sleep as the only means of escaping her thoughts when they'd drift in and out of his own mind. Lying down as gently as possible he stared at the ceiling, every nerve ending in his body on alert feeling her heat beside him, her breathing and pulse thundering in his ears while she slept. He knew he'd not be able to sleep the deep restful sleep he normally did because he didn't want her to wake beside him and panic, he'd tolerate sleeping lightly so if she needed him he'd be alert quickly. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath thankful she was in a deep rhythm of sleep and her thoughts were quiet for the night. She untangled the sheets from around her legs, rolling over toward the warmth she felt radiating beside her. Brushing her hair back from her face, rubbing her nose where her hair had tickled it she curled against the firm warmth with a heavy sigh. Caydn was instantly awake when she'd first stretched, her legs crossing over his at the ankle before she'd tugged at the sheets and rolled toward him. He fought to not laugh at the expression on her face when her hair brushed against the slightly upturned nose. His jaw clenched when she moved her head resting it on his arm, her hand wrapping around his wrist while she snuggled against him appearing to be getting more comfortable. Brushing his hair back from his face he took silent breaths to calm the raging heat threatening to erupt inside his body at her innocent touch. "I don't ever want to hear about how loud you think my thoughts are when you've woke me twice," she whispered, her breath caressing the upper muscle along his arm she held. "How long have you've been awake Gypsy?" he laughed softly. "I think it was that evil chuckle in your head when my hair tickled my nose," she said with a sleepy sigh, tilting her head back slowly to look at him. "You said I'd woke you twice when was the other time?" he asked moving his other arm behind his head so he could look down meeting her eyes in the darkness. She shrugged her shoulders slightly, "not sure I think it's when you were annoyed I was sleeping or you thought sleeping so well you couldn't hear me," she said stifling a yawn. "Ahh," she cringed, "my head hurts you wouldn't happen to have aspirin would you?" she asked covering her eyes with her hand. He grinned knowing her head was going to hurt from all the liquor she'd tossed back. "In the bathroom in the medicine cabinet I think," he said gently, "Sophie sometimes comes and spends the day here helping me keep this place in order and she stocked everything." Rolling away from him she climbed from the large bed, walked quietly into the bathroom, finding the aspirin and taking some without turning the light on. Stepping out of the bathroom she noticed he'd straightened the tangled sheets, the deep red satin now draped invitingly low across his hips giving the illusion that he'd removed the black silk pants. Seeing her hesitation and the soft whisper of her thoughts dancing across his mind, he laughed pushing the sheet back so she could get in bed knowing he was still dressed. "Sometimes you're just not nice," she said with a huff walking around the bed and climbing beneath the satin sheet, "but you know this and enjoy it," she muttered. Caydn rolled onto his side grinning down at her, his weight making her body slide closer to his. "Whose accusing me of not being nice when not once have I mentioned that this is the second time you've woke me in the middle of the day when I should be sleeping my best?" he asked with a smile one brow raised. Her breath caught in her throat when the heated images passed through his mind of her body, his hands traveling over it possessively. Not meeting his eyes she quietly pulled the sheet up further almost tucking it under her chin, hearing his chuckle her eyes flashed up to meet his. "Do you honestly think that either one of these two pieces of material would be in my way if I didn't want them to be," he said softly his voice deepening, his hand moving from under his head to brush her hair from her forehead gently. She could feel the rein he was holding over himself and his body, stretching she smiled triumphantly seeing the fire burning in his eyes brighten at her movement. Yawning she looked at him for a minute listening to the soft whispers escaping his mind. "I do know you'd never do anything I didn't want you to do so yes I think this material keeps me safe," she said closing her eyes as if to sleep ignoring him. "My question would be how do you honestly know what you do and don't want me to do to you Gypsy," he said reaching and pulling her body tightly against his, the swollen hardness of his cock pressing tightly against the curve of her hip branding her with the heat of it. Her eyes snapped open meeting his, feeling his body molding along her side the heat and hardness throbbing as if a life of it's own demanding attention. She saw the slight frown pass over his face and the warring words of control that debated in his mind trying to win the argument of right and wrong. Seeing her smile, knowing she was stepping gently though his thoughts, her assurance made his teeth grind together audibly when he took a deep breath. "You think because of your innocence you're safe?" he growled softly. "That's only because I maintain control over myself and keep my desires and urges in check. Do you think I couldn't make you feel passion until you thought your skin was burning alive with it?" he chuckled seeing her roll her eyes, but knowing her hands were worrying the edge of the sheet as he spoke. Reaching down he pulling one hand from the sheet entwining her fingers with his, pressing his palm against hers, feeling the erratic racing of her heart setting pace with his own through their hands. "Gypsy in every man there's passion and need," he said lifting their hands to his mouth, his tongue dancing over her finger tips making her breath catch in her throat creating a soft sound that echoed in his ears. "Every man has some animal in him Gypsy and that animal cries to be let out," he whispered against the back of her hand, "I just happen to be more animal than man Gypsy," he said gently raking his teeth along the skin covering the back of her hand, his tongue tracing the thin lines left behind sealing them instantly. She felt her body reacting to the sound of his voice even though he hadn't dropped his voice to the honeyed tones that tickled her mind. The sting of his teeth raking her hand then the wet heat of his tongue traced them made her gasp silently, the muscles deep inside her stomach creating a warm spasm as thought her body was turning to liquid. Leaning toward her, his knees sliding over her legs before sliding between them making her groan when she felt his bare skin caressing hers, closing her eyes she fought the urge to look down and see if she was imagining it or if he was now naked. Feeling his breath brushing over her nipples she snapped her eyes open, realizing that the sheet was now down around her waist and the black silk shirt she wore was unbuttoned and fallen to her sides exposing her breasts to him. Meeting her eyes he smiled before lowering his head slowly, giving her time to protest if she wanted before his tongue traced a gentle circle around one marble hard nipple slowly his breath caressing her skin with its heat. Her gasp escaped even thought she's tried to stop it, she closed her eyes when he moved their combined hands to the other nipple their fingers circling it as one, while his mouth captured the other aching peak between his lips sucking it gently into his mouth making her arch her back to follow as he tugged at it sharply. She felt a rush of heat between her thighs shocking her as her body seemed to tense and release all over spasms dancing along both muscle and bone as her nerve endings were electrified. Lifting her hand she pushed her fingers into his hair where it fell over his shoulder and onto hers, the silken strands making her body feel as if tiny needles were caressing her skin she was so sensitive. Holding his head to her breast when he attempted to pull back she gasped hearing the soft mewing sounds, realizing they were coming from her. His fingers untangled from hers, his hand sliding along her side, his thumb tracing the full bottom curve of her breast before moving down her slender rib cage to her hip, pulling her even tighter against him. The sound of her heart racing teased his hunger, the warm thick fluid just beneath the surface begging him to taste it at will, his incisors threatening to lengthen with his need and desire. Taking a deep breath he pulled back from her breast looking up when she opened her eyes, his mind sliding along the thoughts darting through hers. Gypsy saw the seductive smile on his face and froze, her mind replaying the image of the curvy Amanda from the party flashing in front of her eyes that same sexual predatory smile on her face he had now. Tightening the hold in his hair she held him still for a second before putting her hand on his chest and pushing him back her fingers sliding from his hair quickly. "Caydn stop," she said her voice sounding choked, "now we need to stop." He knew instantly what she was thinking since she'd stopped holding her thoughts back awhile before. "Gypsy don't think about her," he said with a low growl, clenching his jaw tight feeling the throbbing that shook his body, the swollen length of his cock nestled so intimately against her body. Gypsy Designs Ch. 05 Shaking her head she closed her eyes, wishing she could make the image go away. "I can't help it, she smiled at you the very same way you did me just a second ago and it reminded me," she whispered, "I don't want to be like her ever," she said faintly. Sitting up he shoved his hand into his hair, leaning back against the headboard frustrated, yanking the sheet up to cover the raging arousal she'd created. "Gypsy you'd never be like her. Amanda collects men as a way of making herself feel as if she's still young and beautiful. She didn't mean anything then or now," he grumbled meeting her eyes seeing the suspicion in them. "Oh so she was nothing but a good time and now doesn't mean anything," she said with a forced laughed, "Nice to know you think nothing of using what you feel you want then throwing it to the side when you're done," she sighed, sitting up Indian style in the middle of the bed wrapping the silk shirt around her tightly glaring at him. "Do you have any idea how damn annoying you can be?" he snapped at her. "When you wake up you're hungry right?" he asked not waiting for an answer, "Well when I wake up I'm also hungry I need to feed to keep my strength up the same as everyone else. It just happened that one night I'd been busy and Amanda was there and more than willing to offer herself to my needs," he almost groaned, seeing her eyes narrow. "Now wouldn't that be something for some of the little 'tricks' Amanda taught you and you now trying to use them on me," she snorted turning her nose up. Caydn laughed loudly, "I can assure you Gypsy that there's little Amanda could've taught me that over my life time I hadn't experienced or witnessed," he grinned at her, laughing when she gasped snapping her head back around to him so quickly he thought he heard her neck snap. "So now you're no better than a gigolo whose slept with every woman he could get his hands on over how ever many years you've been dragging women into your bed," she snarled. Shaking his head with a sigh he met her stare before sliding down in bed, reaching for her yanking her against his body before he curled on his side his arm pinning her length against him. "It's the middle of the afternoon and I don't have the time nor the patience for this I need to sleep," he said exasperated, "Gypsy you're going to stay right where you are and let me sleep, if you had any sense you'd close that damn mind of yours and sleep also," he said grinding his teeth together, when her silk covered ass wiggled against the entire length his cock. Reaching down he grabbed her hips, his fingers brushing gently against the lace covered heat between her thighs accidentally causing her to go dead still instantly. "Now hold still and stop wiggling that ass of yours against me or I'm not going to be responsible for what happens if you keep driving me out of my mind," he growled at her, "Now good night Gypsy," he snapped, "Sleep," he said firmly taking a deep breath when he heard her sigh knowing he'd pushed her since she wasn't willing to do it herself. *************************** The bedroom door was open when she woke. She heard Caydn's voice in the other room. Climbing out of bed she grabbed her clothes, going into the bathroom to get changed and freshen up. He'd just hung up when she walked out of the bedroom her eyes avoiding his. "I just spoke to Sophie and told her that I'd be driving you home as soon as you were ready," he said casually. She walked over to the love seat to get her jacket before looking up at him, "there's no need you have things you need to do I'm sure I can drive myself home and not get lost," she said softly. "What is it 'I'd need' to do?" he asked leaning back against the counter dividing the living area and kitchen. "Ah yes that nasty habit I have of feeding I'm sure that's what your talking about but no need to worry I've already taken care of that while you were sleeping," he said turning to grab her keys, walking past her to the door. "The garage attendant is a very handy man to have around for more things than valet parking should the need arise," he chuckled when she side stepped him while he held the door open for her. "I should've known now I'd be seen as a taker of the innocent, some one who pillages from those around me with little thought to them," he snapped bitterly when they stepped out of the elevator into the garage. Seeing Thomas he waved before taking her arm and leading her to her SUV. "As you can see Gypsy Thomas is none the worse for wear from my terrible inhuman habit," he glared at her, "in fact the man's in better shape than he's ever been, since a few times I've been able to alert him to a potential health issue. He and I also enjoy discussing stocks and bonds he's purchased, he and his wife have a rather comfortable nest egg once he decides to retire," he said closing the passenger door he'd been holding for her. She heard Caydn tell Thomas that he'd be leaving his car for a few weeks so not to be alarmed if he didn't see him. She felt the flush covering her cheeks when it hit her she was doing the same thing to Caydn people had done to her all her life, judging her for being different. She looked out the window when he got behind the wheel, her throat so dry she didn't know if she'd be able to speak even if she hadn't been embarrassed to. He reached over pulling the sleeve of her jacket until he could reach her hand. Threading her fingers through his he squeezed gently. "There's no need to be embarrassed Gypsy, I guess I don't like people assuming or making conclusions anymore than you do," he said quietly. Caydn stopped at the gate, phoning the house asking Sophie to open the garage door for him before they pulled in. Parking in the large garage where his sports car had previously been he smiled handing her the keys. He got out of the SUV, walking to a shelf. "Here's the remote I never had a chance to give you, put it in the car and you'll have it," he said turning walking toward the house. She walked into the kitchen a few minutes later having taken the remote, putting it above the sun visor of her SUV. She stopped quickly seeing the room full of people, one she'd never seen before a beautifully exotic looking woman Caydn was holding tightly laughing. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end when all of the strong thoughts bombarded her having forgotten that all but Sophie and Vince were different. Forcing a smile at Sophie she turned closing the door, taking a deep breath wishing she could think of an excuse to walk through the room ignoring everyone and escaping. The pit of her stomach twisted thinking of turning back around, seeing Caydn and the lovely woman still entwined. "Caydn I'd appreciate it if you'd get your hands off my wife," Micah said with a laugh meeting his brother's eyes quickly letting him know he'd sensed the change in Gypsy. "Gypsy when you're done hanging your coat please come and let me introduce you to Samantha," Micah said pulling the gorgeous petite woman to his side making her laugh when Caydn glared at him. Samantha heard the thoughts she knew Gypsy must've been trying to hide since they were just a whisper, earlier she'd been warned that Gypsy projected unknowingly most of the time. Stepping forward she took Gypsy's hand, "I'm very pleased to finally meet you after hearing so much about you from everyone here," she said motioning to Jazleen and Phillip sitting at the table, Sophie and Vince along the other side of the table. "These brother's are such a pain don't mind them," she said softly grinning at Gypsy seeing her blush slightly, "From what I hear from Jazleen I'm going to be spending much of my time at your new shop with her having you design some items for me also," she said pulling Gypsy to the table, toward the seat beside hers. Sophie squeezed Vince's hand seeing Samantha take over making Gypsy feel more comfortable. "Gypsy I was out running some errands and making some calls for Christian today, while I was at it I called and had the power scheduled to be turned on at the shop tomorrow," she said smiling at her niece, "I hope that's okay?" Smiling her thanks Gypsy looked quickly at Jaz, "how's Megan?" she asked her voice just above a whisper. Jazleen leaned back in her chair glancing at Phillip before laughing, "I went and stayed with her for a few hours earlier this evening, she seems to be doing fine other than a few wrinkles along the way," she assured her. Laughing Gypsy nodded, "I had a funny feeling once Vince told me about everything and it dawned on me what Christian had done, his life wasn't going to be as simple as he thought," she chuckled glancing at Caydn, "you think I'm stubborn Christian hasn't seen anything until Megan sets her mind to something," she explained. "You couldn't be more right," Jaz laughed, "Megan seems to be very taken with Christian, she just seems to think his going about the healing and transformation was 'barbaric' I think she called it, she's not happy he didn't ask her first," she grinned. Phillip leaned forward, "I don't envy you Caydn with Megan and Christian living in the estate next door. Something tells me until Christian gets her in hand things will be less that peaceful," he said his voice fading, realizing every woman had turned to glare at him. Shrugging his shoulders he pulled Jazleen against his side, "As if you'd have it any other way my dear," he brushed a kiss on her temple. "When can I see her?" Gypsy asked Jazleen. Jazleen glanced at Phillip, then Micah and Samantha, she laughed, "I think tomorrow night might be a better bet, I've a funny feeling the crash we heard when leaving was more than just that large empty house echoing but something solid meeting something else solid, the grunt we heard did sound like Christian," she rolled her eyes. "She did want me to ask you if you'd help her look over some estate sale items since the house is empty for the most part," she told Gypsy, "Momma's found a few that if you'd like you, Sam, momma and I can check out while the men and daddy go off to the study and do their manly things, talk business drink or what ever it is they do when we aren't around," she grinned. Gypsy looked at the clock and then at each of the women, "at this hour?" she asked. Samantha laughed, "One of the joys of living abroad is people don't think twice when an 'eccentric' Europeans call and asks to have their odd hours accommodated," she grinned, "Sophie acts as our translator if they get annoyed over our requests," she explained. Gypsy looked down realizing she was still wearing the same clothes she'd left in the night before, "if you think you can give me time to grab a shower and change then sure I'm in, I'll drive and Sophie can navigate," she laughed standing up, brushing past Caydn without a word. Micah leaned against the counter watching his brother stare at the empty doorway Gypsy had just walked through. "Well from the silence between the two of you and your brooding stare, am I correct in assuming last night or should I say today didn't go as well as it could've?" he asked laughing when Caydn spun toward him his eyes glowing with annoyance. "Micah I'd prefer it if you'd stop speaking about our niece as if she were some cheap woman one of you would've picked up for fun," Sophie said with a frown, pushing back from her chair before turning and walking out of the room. Micah looked at Vince his expression shocked, "Vince I wouldn't ever say anything like that I hope you know that," he said glancing toward Samantha, "I have the greatest respect for women, Samantha can attest to that. I'm just enjoying our boy Caydn here wallowing in the fact that he's hopelessly entangled with Gypsy but neither of them are willing to admit it," he grinned a sheepish smile at Vince. Vince couldn't help but laugh at Micah's smile and the murderous expression clouding Caydn's face. "The two of you'll never change will you?" he shook his head, "Don't mind Sophie right now Micah she's still having a hard time dealing with everything that happened, this talk of Megan possibly not being happy with the events and situation that's taken place makes her feel as if there should've been something done to prevent it," he explained. "I'll talk to her tonight while it's just us women daddy," Jazleen smiled at her father, "I think I might've been the one to cause some of that worry so I'll be the one to take it away," she leaned over wrapping her arm around his shoulder. "Phillip I expect you to help daddy to the study, if he should get tired I want you to make sure he lays down so momma doesn't have to lecture all of you when we get back," she said firmly toward her husband. "Who would've ever thought an ancient like Phillip would sit back, calmly as a tall gorgeous woman dictated to him," Christian said opening the kitchen door, stopping reaching behind him as he spoke gently. Stepping to the side he pulled Megan against him, his arm around her shoulders while she looked at everyone in the room some what shyly. Jazleen jumped up hurrying to the door, "Christian would you get out of the way so Megan can come in," she frowned at him taking Megan's hand squeezing it gently. "Megan Gypsy's going to either scream with happiness seeing you or faint," she laughed hugging Megan tightly for a second. Taking a deep breath she looked around the room meeting all of the silent nods of approval from everyone before letting it out. "Well where's she at?" she said with a grin. Christian closed the door behind them, "Since she's not in the room and Caydn keeps glaring at the door way I'd say she's either in the hallway or upstairs in her room," he chuckled brushing a kiss across her cheek. "If you'd excuse me I have to go visit Gypsy and make sure she's okay since I've learned I can only believe half of what this moron tells me, even then I have to weigh my options," she winked at Christian. She stepped beside Caydn. "Is she upstairs?" she asked softly, silently thanking him when he nodded. Jazleen sat down in Phillip's lap so Christian could take her chair at the table, "I didn't think she was going to be up to going with us tonight?" she asked concerned he'd pushed the issue. Christian glanced around the room before shrugging, "Well I'm sure that when you left this evening you heard some rather odd noises," he said frowning when she nodded fighting to hide her smile, "I think it would be safe to say that it was my being overly protective and Megan has been more than ready and willing to get out and escape being trapped with no one but me," he admitted glaring at Micah who laughed. "I certainly hope there's a damn good excuse for you to be here other than your bringing the lovely Sam for our attentions," he said reaching to lift Sam's hand bringing it to his lips brushing a kiss on her fingers while Micah growled bordering on savagely. Caydn shook his head, "Christian it would seem my home's become the meeting place of the mentally challenged so if you'd please keep from having your blood spilled on my floor and giving Sophie something else to stress over you'll behave," he snapped staring at his friend before turning to glare at his brother, "And you contain it or you'll find yourself staying in my apartment among the chaos while Sam's welcome to stay at the estate." "I see things are not going any better with Gypsy than they were before I removed myself and Megan from the house," Christian said with a subtle smile and chuckle, "you should try my methods," he laughed seeing Caydn's brows snap to his hair line. "Okay maybe not exactly the same but stop giving the girl so much room to turn you inside out." "Well hello Christian," Sophie said walking back into the kitchen, "I'm so glad you convinced Megan to join us tonight but I'm going to tell you the same thing I just told everyone else," she said stopping beside him, her hands on her slender hips. "Leave Gypsy and Caydn alone and stop trying to push the two of them together," she said firmly. "Jaz would you please go see what's keeping Gypsy and Megan so we can get this shopping trip started," Sophie said leaning down to kiss Vince's cheek, "You don't over do it dear," she said gently. Gypsy laughed her sides hurting as she ordered everyone a large coffee at the all night drive through. "Can you imagine the look on Christian's face when we tell him you've bought three houses full of furniture?" she giggled handing the girl at the window exact change, rolling up the window of the large SUV Caydn offered them for comfort. "Momma, Phillip told me they've helped daddy to bed, he's going to read until we get back," Jaz said leaning forward touching Sophie's arm. "As soon as all of us house guests leave you and daddy can get back to your normal schedule," she chuckled hugging her gently. "Don't be silly it's been nice having a house full of people even if all of you keep odd hours," Sophie said squeezing her daughters hand, glancing at Gypsy when she pulled into the long drive of the estate. "Megan I have to admit it's going to be nice having someone around to gossip with and to keep Gypsy company," she smiled glancing back at the young woman who was struggling to adapt to her new life style. "I'm hoping Gypsy's going to need an assistant or a partner soon so I'll have something to do other than argue with Christian all the time," Megan grinned. Gypsy looked in the rear view mirror meeting Megan's eyes, "You know with as much as I've already got scheduled, some time next week would be a great time to start if you're feeling up to it," she smiled, pulling into the garage. Closing the garage door she saw Phillip, Micah and Christian coming out of the house greeting their women, each of them acting as if their being apart had been almost traumatic. Shaking her head she walked into the house, smiling when she saw Caydn leaning against the counter watching her. "Sophie told me to tell you good night, she's gone in to check on Vince and to get some sleep," he said softly holding his hand out to her, pulling her against him when she took it. "She's exhausted but wasn't about to admit it," she said resting her head against his chest softly, "I have to admit I had a great time but I could sleep for two days myself," she admitted with a yawn, "I'm almost glad their all going back to their own places tonight." Leaning down he scooped her up into his arms, smiling when she gasped softly. Stopping near the doorway he waited for her to turn the light out in the large kitchen. Stopping in the foyer he looked down at her. "Care to have a drink together before you go up?" he asked locking his eyes with hers. She nodded, giggling when he walked into the dark study setting her down on the leather love seat before going to the small bar and pouring them each a brandy. Scooting over a bit she made room for him, sitting down beside her, he pulling her gently against him her head resting on his shoulder. Raising her glass she touched it to his before taking a small sip of the burning liquor. "I expect you're going to have things to talk about tomorrow night when Christian tells all of you about all the furniture Megan bought tonight," she chuckled. "I might make it a point of escaping to the city then," he laughed softly, "Vince was telling me about the business space you've rented tonight, you hadn't mentioned it," he said glancing at her. She nodded, "I thought it would be better for everyone involved if I had a place for customers and potential clients to go so I could get their measurements instead of strangers in and out of the house all the time," she explained. Caydn leaned his head back against the edge of the couch, feeling as if a weight had been lifted from him, "I appreciate it Gypsy, we could've worked it out though if you ever change you're mind and think about having it here." Gypsy Designs Ch. 05 She chuckled glancing up at him over her glass, "this way I can also make as big a mess as I want and not have to worry about stepping over it to go to bed," she sighed taking a drink, letting her head fall back against his arm. "You do have an amazing talent for making a mess from what I've seen," he laughed, "this might be good for Megan to get involved and get her out of the house so she can learn she'll have freedom also and not just the over protective shadow of Christian breathing down her neck," he shook his head. Squirming around until she had her back against the arm of the seat she met his eyes, "I was meaning to ask you about that. Why's he so over bearing, acting like he's afraid that the minute she leaves his sight she's going to vanish?" she asked quietly. Caydn ran his hand through his hair before dropping it to her legs pulling them around so they were stretched across his lap, randomly stroking her calf. "I can tell you this isn't the normal method well that isn't really the right word but the normal progression of offering this change to someone," he said quietly staring into his brandy. "What is normal is that it's something agreed upon by both parties, something they both look forward to, it's a joining of not only their bodies but their minds forever," he said his voice fading before he looked up at her. "It isn't something taken lightly because if it is and the intentions of either are not right then the results can be less than desired. History's shown us that if someone isn't clear in their reason for making the conversation then it brings out the evil in them at times repressing the good," he explained. A frown wrinkled her forehead while she thought for a minute looking away from him, "So you mean since Megan hadn't knowingly accepted this when all was said and done she could've become a serial killer instead of herself basically?" she asked meeting his eyes questioningly. He chuckled shaking his head, "I don't think I'd have gone as far as serial killer, but yes someone not like the women you've known for years. Gypsy Megan's senses are now more intense almost a hundred fold from what they were initially. Her sense of smell, hearing, sight even her emotions like love, hate, passion, desire, everything's increased, not only does she have to deal with learning how to control each but how to use them to protect herself. Had Megan not been the true friend and good person you knew she was, after the conversion Christian might've found himself with a woman similar to those Boris Karloff played with on TV," he rolled his eyes. Rubbing her forehead she glanced up at him, "Does she know any of this or did Christian just hope everything was okay and is going to allow her to learn on her own?" she asked quietly. Rubbing his hand over her knee squeezing gently, "I've known Christian all my life. We've been friends since we were boys. He's a good man and would've never done this had he not felt something for her from the minute he met her. I can honesty say he'd also never leave her to learn and deal with things on her own, he'll guide her as much as she allows along the way. Sam and Jaz have spoken with her in depth also helping her understand," he explained sincerely. She leaned her head back against the arm of the couch closing her eyes sighing while he massaged her legs. "I really wasn't to sure what to think when Megan first got here tonight," she frowned slightly, opening her eyes and meeting his. "She seemed furious with Christian when she came up stairs but the more we shopped and talked tonight the more she laughed and the more comfortable she seemed when mentioning him," she explained. "From what little Christian said they'd had a slight argument before they came over this evening," he laughed, "He and Phillip have both asked me if Megan looked familiar to me, since they both said there is something about her and neither of them can put their finger on it. What all do you know about her?" he asked slipping her shoes off tossing them to the floor. "Be careful I'm ticklish," she grinned when he ran his hand over the top of her foot. "All I really know is she grew up in Italy, her mother's cousin raised her I think. She's never mentioned her parents but I'm not sure if she ever even knew them from the way she talks, she called the woman who raised her mom." Caydn smiled when she closed her eyes sighing, his hands moving along the calves of her legs, "I noticed the other night when Phillip said something to Jazleen in french Megan laughed do you know if she speaks or understands French?" he asked. "She speaks French, Spanish, German and a few other languages I think. Her uncle was a professor so she was taught various languages as she was growing up," she said nodding her head a smile on her face, his hands massaging away the stress and strain of the day. Caydn took the glass from her setting it on the coffee table laughing when she groaned her protest at the end of the massage. "Gypsy you need to get to bed, you're exhausted trying to keep both schedules," he said softly leaning over, brushing a kiss on her forehead before her eyes opened slowly. "I slept most of the day if you forget," she protested when he scooped her up, standing, he walked out of the den and up the stairs. He laughed when he walked into her room, her head resting on his shoulder her arms wrapped loosely around his neck. "I remember most of the sleeping you did was because you'd drank to much, the other part of the time you only napped making sure you didn't roll over and wrap your arms around me in your sleep," he chuckled when she huffed turning her face against him as if to say he'd imagined it all. "I have to meet one of the women from the party, tomorrow morning around ten to discuss a dress she'd like for me to make for her and also a friend she wants to bring to meet me, to see some drawings," she smiled when he knelt down laying her on the bed and covering her with the thick comforter. "You seem to be making it an odd habit of sleeping in your clothes recently, would you like me to help you with these?" he asked grinning when her eyes snapped open meeting his. "How about you set the alarm for me, eight will be fine and I'll go change," she said rolling toward the other side of the bed escaping him, walking into the bathroom. Walking back out of the bathroom the tiny tee shirt and boy shorts she wore to sleep in leaving little to the imagination. Blushing she refused to meet his eyes, climbing under the covers he'd pulled back for her after setting the alarm clock. Leaning down he brushed her hair back from her face smiling when all she did was sigh. Her thoughts had slowed, she fell asleep almost instantly. Turning off the light he stood at the door looking at her. His eyes traveling over the out line of her body beneath the comforter. Smiling he saw her wiggle as his eyes moved over her full breasts, hearing her gasp he felt the rush of blood filling her nipples making them tingle at his thought. Turning he left her door open before going down stairs to his study to make a few calls before dawn. Gypsy Designs Ch. 06 Gypsy stood at the door of what would soon be her new shop waving at Karen and Rebecca when they pulled out of the small parking area. Closing the door she looked around the large open space mentally making notes of what she was going to need to be able to get the business up and running. Grabbing her note book and sketch pad she walked into the back room, looking around making some sketches of the racks she wanted to build to hold bolts of fabric she'd need. Satisfied with her list and the drawings she made sure the door was locked behind her before walking to her SUV. She flipped open her phone and frowned realizing it was only three in the afternoon, she wasn't going to be able to call Megan and tell her about her first clients and their orders until late that evening. Pulling into the turning lane she waited for the light to change so she could make a visit to the used office supply store for tables and a desk. Watching all of the cars moving around her she suddenly felt alone, even with all the random people going about their business and lives. Shaking her head she laughed, in fifteen minutes she could call Sophie but she knew now she'd be in with the therapist who visited Vince daily. Absently she wandered through the renovated warehouse space making note of the items she thought would work in the shop. Two large tables and a few chairs that she figured had come from a waiting room area of an office, finally she found a large wooden desk that would fit perfectly in the shop. Paying for everything, setting up a time the following day for delivery, she walked back out to her car, heading home the feeling of wanting to sneak in and curl up in the darkness beside Caydn almost overwhelming. Sophie and Vince were sitting at the kitchen table with she got home. "Well how did the meeting go?" Vince asked seeing the frown on her face. Gypsy smiled slightly, "It was great," she forced a laugh, "I've now got to find some place I can buy fabric other than just the local stores," she shook her head sitting down across the table from them with a sigh. Sophie looked at her a frown on her face, "Well for someone who's officially just launched her own business you look anything but pleased," she said quietly, "What's the matter dear?" Leaning forward she propped her elbows on table her face in her hands. "Nothing really, I guess everything from the past week's finally hitting me, today as soon as I was alone I started to call Megan and tell her about it, only to remember now I can't," she said her voice slightly bitter, the sadness apparent in her eyes, "I knew you were in with the therapist, when I got done buying the tables and things I'll need for the shop I figured I'd save my news for when I got home," she smiled, the smile still not reaching her eyes. Sophie patted her hand, "It's an adjustment dear, I know because I remember feeling the same way when I couldn't pick up the phone and call Jazleen any time of the day or night I wanted to," she said gently, "You feel alone," she said meeting Gypsy's eyes when she looked up at her. Vince nodded, "I kept trying to make Sophie feel better, I think all I did was annoy her," he laughed, "Even though I was here she wanted to tell Jaz something and couldn't until later by then the excitement was gone." "I had this sudden urge to come home and go to sleep, hoping when I woke up everyone would be awake, and things would feel more normal again," she groaned, "As if being awake all night was normal," she chuckled. "Why don't you go upstairs, lie down and relax and then when you do wake up things will feel as normal as they ever do around here," Sophie laughed. Nodding she got up and hugged each of them before walking out of the kitchen toward the stairs. Hesitating at the bottom of the stairs she turned, walking quietly to the door of Caydn's study. Opening the door she sighed, stepping into the darkness doing her best to block herself so that if he hadn't already awoken he'd continue to sleep. Closing the door, she walked over to the large love seat, sitting down reaching for the soft woven throw lying across the back of it. Curling into a ball she closed her eyes feeling peaceful as she drifted to sleep. Caydn woke slowly, listening to her heartbeat knowing she was calm and peaceful, more than likely directly above him in her room napping since she'd been spending as much time awake at night as she had during the day. Stretching he climbed from bed hesitating before walking to the bathroom to shower and get dressed. Glancing toward the door leading to his study he frowned. Gypsy's thoughts seemed to be traveling, she was having a nightmare, and he could sense the increase of her heart rate as well as the tensing of her muscles while she fought the urge to flee from what ever was haunting her. His senses jolted him when he felt the same rush of darkness he'd read in her memories, the same forbidding danger that had surrounded Roland. Stepping to the door he opened it silently knowing as soon as he did he'd find her. Her thoughts and her emotions were not coming from her room but from directly outside his door. He felt something inside him tighten seeing her sleeping on the loveseat in his study. Moving across the room without a sound he knelt beside her seeing the frown creasing her brow when the nightmare tried to take deeper root in her mind. Gypsy felt herself sinking, being pulled further and further away from the safety and calmness she'd felt since she'd moved into the estate. She refused to look at who ever it was that had such a tight grip on her, the chill danced over her skin making it feel as if her hands and arms were covered with crystals of frost and ice. Instead she kept her eyes locked on the house, searching each window looking for someone who would help her since her screams had gone unanswered. She was about to give in facing her abductor to begin formulating a new plan to escape when a movement caught her eye. Caydn had stepped to the window calling her name, but no matter how hard she struggled she couldn't make a sound to call out to him, her throat raw and hoarse from screaming earlier. Feeling the hand tighten around her wrist she fought back scratching at her attacker as she tried to get away, to run back to the house where she knew Caydn would do his best to protect her. Kneeling beside the couch he reached for her hand, she struggled to pull it from beneath the blanket covering her. When his hand encircled her wrist she immediately tensed, her other hand coming out quickly to grab him, her nails digging deeply into the back of his hand and wrist while she tried to pull away from him. The accelerated rate of her heart let him know she was slipping further into the dream and away from him. Grabbing her shoulders he called her name sharply, no longer worried about startling her, just wanting to wake her so he could reassure her it'd all been a bad dream. "Gypsy wake up!" he said firmly, his hands now holding both wrists trying to stop her from fighting him. "Gypsy come on you can wake up its okay, nothings going to hurt you it's just a bad dream," he felt his throat tightening when he experienced the darkness entwining itself around her. Flashes of her nightmare thrust themselves in his mind, she was looking toward the house, seeing him in the window calling her name but not moving to help her. Struggling to pull her hand free she finally looked back at who was holding her only to freeze suddenly. The mans face seemed to be a vision that danced and faded coming into focus from time to time, when it did it was first the face of her mother then that of her grandfather. Caydn slipped his arm under her lifting her when he stood, turning sitting back down her held tightly in his lap, her hands held tightly in his when she continued to try and fight him. "Gypsy wake up, everything's okay just wake up and you'll see for yourself," he said holding her against him, her body turning toward him as if trying to reach for him. "Come on wake up," he whispered brushing a kiss over her temple feeling the throbbing beat of her pulse. She could suddenly not only see him but she could hear him calling her name, turning toward him she fought harder to reach for him, one hand coming free as she felt as though she could feel him touching her. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye tracing a slow path along her cheek bone before coming to rest against his chest where she was resting against him. His heart tightened feeling the wetness, seeing the trust she'd placed in him when she felt she was in danger. "Gypsy wake up, just open your eyes," he said his mouth brushing her cheek capturing the next tear that escaped. The grip on her wrist faltered for just a second, that was enough for her to be able to pull away, reaching her hand toward him she felt the strength and heat radiating from him, slipping her hand over his shoulder wanting to bury her face in his neck and hide from who ever was trying to take her away. A bitter coldness flashed through the room when Gypsy succeeded in escaping its grasp. Caydn wondered if its presence was felt by the others, making a note of speaking to them all later when Gypsy went to bed, he dropped his face to her hair inhaling deeply bringing her scent into him. The sob threatened to choke her when she felt his fingers intertwine with hers, pulling her to safety, his voice soothing as the sobbing escaped her. He knew when she'd finally broken free of the nightmare. He'd experienced all of it through her thoughts while he'd held her. When she'd wrapped her arm around his shoulder turning her face toward him he felt the shaking begin just as the terrified sobbing sound erupted followed instantly by a cascade of tears. Gypsy hid her face against his chest, feeling his arms tightening around her. She shifted slightly so she could slip her arm behind him holding on to him for safety and security. She tried to stop the tears but for some reason they refused to stop, with a shaky sigh she accepted them, crying until all tears were shed. Caydn shifted cradling her in his lap while he continued holding her even after the tears had stopped her breathing calming. Running his hand up her back he slid his hand into her hair caressing her neck and scalp, brushing his cheek against her hair. His body tightened when her sigh brushed across the bare skin of his chest. "Thank you," she whispered more in her mind than out loud, feeling his gentle squeeze she knew he'd heard her. "Gypsy why were you sleeping in the study?" he asked brushing his lips over her hair when she leaned back brushing the tears from her face. Ducking her head to not meet his eyes she shrugged her shoulders, allowing her thoughts to tell him why without having to voice her thoughts out loud. "Why didn't you wake me?" he asked with a low growl, "All you had to do was open the door and walk in, I would've known it was you," he said shaking his head, slipped his hand under her chin making her lift her face to his. "You didn't keep me awake yesterday I chose to be awake in case you needed me," he laughed hearing her thoughts bombarding him rapidly. "I can understand what it's like to feel alone I've felt that way much of my life, but when there's no reason for it it's up to you to prevent it," he said locking his gaze with hers. "I hate feeling like a baby who suddenly can't seem to do things on her own," she frowned leaning back pulling away from him a bit more. "I've been independent all my life, it's something I've always prided myself on and then today I felt like I was the only person in the world, all these other people couldn't see me or hear me even if I'd tried," she muttered twisting off his lap before standing, walking across the room. Caydn leaned his head back with a heavy sigh knowing this wasn't going to be the easiest argument to make her understand. "Has it ever dawned on you the only reason you've lived like a nomad was you had very few other choices?" he asked sitting up on the edge of the couch watching her while she paced the dark room. "There's nothing wrong with feeling like you might need someone or other people around you at some time, I think from what I can understand about you 'living' beings solitary is only for those less than stable minded," he chuckled having heard her thoughts how she now found herself feeling normal only when she was surrounded by those who'd be considered 'dead'. Turning around to face him she straightened her back, glaring at him, "Would you stay out of my head and stop eavesdropping on things that aren't any of your business?" she snapped. He stood up walking across the room, grinning when he saw her back up slightly knowing he was moving much as a predator would after its prey. "I fail to see where your constantly thinking of me and the rest of us as 'dead' is not my business when I can assure you, and if given the chance I'd be very willing to prove to you exactly how misguided your thoughts are," he said stopping in front of her, his body pressing gently against her pinning her against the front of his desk. She could feel the heat that seemed to blast from his skin, the sound of his breathing even the pounding of his pulse seeming to vibrate through out her body the closer he moved toward her, stopping with just a breath of space separating them from being fully pressed against one another. "What's wrong with me? I feel as if I'm alone in the world when all of you aren't around me, I've never felt this way before? Who's put some sort of spell on me making me need you, I need all of you to even feel like there's a reason for me to be here?" she demanded glancing around for a means of escape. Caydn laughed stepping back from the desk, but reaching he grabbed her hips, pulling her tightly against him, his head bending to her when she looked up at him. Everything around them seemed to fade when his eyes met hers before dropping to her mouth. Feeling her holding her breath he lowered his mouth tasting her, feeling her, needing her as desire raged through his mind and body the instant their tongues met in a seductive duel of power. Pulling back he smiled down at her stunned expression, "Could it be that you've found yourself enjoying being in my arms a small percentage as much as I enjoy you being here?" he asked winking at her, turning and walking into his room to shower while she stood staring after him, her eyes traveling along the muscled planes of his back, caressing him with the low steady burn of desire he'd ignited. **************************** Gypsy was pouring coffee into mugs while Sophie sliced Vince a slice of the pound cake she'd made earlier in the day. With a silent sigh she realized she felt content with the non stop chatter from Samantha, Jaz and the occasional comment from Micah or Phillip as the women looked over the large stack of sketches she'd given them to view. Caydn had excused himself to deal with a few business calls after everyone had descended upon his home and kitchen one more time. Walking back into the kitchen he met Phillip's eyes with a slight nod before glancing at his brother whose expression was one of concern. Setting the mugs on the table she laughed when Megan burst through the back door. "Good lord someone other than this ass to deal with," she laughed rolling her eyes not even glancing back at Christian when he followed her into the house, his face stormy. "Would someone please tell me what the hell that was earlier?" he demanded after he closed the door easily, despite his desire to slam it until he saw the frown Sophie flashed him. "Imagining earth quakes again Christian?" Caydn forced a laugh meeting his eyes quickly letting him know it was not open for discussion at the moment. "Why do you try to do that?" she asked quietly turning to look at Caydn where he leaned against the counter, "I've known what he was thinking since they pulled into the drive, along with everyone else's questions before they even entered the house," she said with a sigh looking around the room at the now silent gathering. Phillip leaned forward watching her closely, "If you can read that so clearly then maybe you can tell me where the usual bombardment of your random thoughts are this evening since I for one have yet to hear or feel anything from you, which is highly unusual," he said gently sensing Jaz's frown. "It's okay Jaz, it's a fair question and not insulting," she chuckled smiling at her cousin who was sitting beside the brooding man she called a husband. "I knew immediately most if not all of you sensed what happened earlier this evening and to make sure no one else feels it if it happens again I've just closed it off, or blocked it as you'd call it," she explained sipping her coffee stopping near Caydn at the counter. "How often has this happened Gypsy?" Christian asked taking a seat at the long table, "also how long has it been happening?" She glanced at Sophie who sat beside Vince squeezing his hand showing her concern silently. "Its happened on and off most of my life but I guess you could say it got worse after my parents were killed," she said softly before clearing her throat, "but I'd rather not talk about it if that's okay. I'd rather just relax and enjoy myself so it'll go away." Vince looked back at Caydn, "I think you should call Victor and see if he might be able to tell you anything," he said ignoring the stare Gypsy sent his way. "I haven't had a chance to talk to him since I've been in the hospital but there might be something he's heard that could be of a help." Caydn pushed away from the counter, walking around to set his coffee mug near the sink. "I called him a few minutes ago and he's going to get back to me as soon as he can," he said avoiding the glare he felt burning into him from her. "Victor? You mean you called my grandfather about this?" she asked her voice rising angrily, "why would you bother a man of his age with something like this?" she groaned shaking her head. "Does everyone around here automatically think something's cryptic and has a hidden meaning when they have a nightmare or something out of the ordinary happens?" she glared at everyone sitting at the table. "If you'll excuse me I think I'll go get some work done and leave you to your ghost hunt and evaluation of my dream," she said slamming her mug on the counter, spinning on her heel she stomped out of the room. "That went well don't you think Jaz?" Megan said sarcastically cutting her eyes at Christian who shrugged as if to ask what he'd done. "While you Neanderthal men sit and try and analyze every odd meteorological weather change that hits, I'm going to see if Gypsy would like to take me to the new shop and show me what she's got planned," she said smiling when Jaz and Samantha pushed back from the table to follow her. Christian let out a deep sigh while his head fell back, his eyes closed. "Please tell me they get easier to deal with," he groaned when Micah laughed at his discomfort, "it seems like I'm always saying the wrong thing and she's quick to point it out to me," he shook his head meeting the eyes of the men around him. "I told Caydn Samantha and I might extend our visit just so I could watch him wallow in his own mistakes with Gypsy," he laughed ducking when his brother reached for him. "Caydn any idea what or who that was?" Phillip asked getting up to pour himself more coffee. "I haven't felt anything like that in centuries, and didn't like it then anymore than I do now," he said with a frown meeting Caydn's eyes. Brushing his hand through his hair he shook his head, "I do know that near the end of the nightmare when she was pulling away from who ever had her, two faces flashed one I think was Evelyn and due to the resembles I'd say the other was Barton Currington, her paternal grandfather." Gypsy Designs Ch. 06 "I've met the man once and I think if I remember right Christian you've met him on more than one occasion?" Phillip said looking at Christian for confirmation. "The man's odd I know that but where or how he would have come across power as strong and destructive as what we felt?" his voice faded looking to the doorway where the women appeared moments later. "Momma would you like to take the grand tour with us?" Jazleen asked when she stopped beside Phillip leaning down to kiss him. Sophie laughed shaking her head, "I think I've had enough adventure this week, so I'm going to stay here with your father and work on my needle point, then I'm going to get some sleep," she smiled at Gypsy. "We won't be gone long," Gypsy said looking in her purse for her keys avoiding making eye contact with any of the men who watched her intently. Caydn held his hand out to Phillip, taking the keys to the larger SUV, walking to stand beside her he waited until she looked up. He saw the worry and frustration swirling in the amber colored eyes, his body knotted with the urge to pull her against him and protect her, but with everything that had been happening since he'd woke there had been no time for him to feed and the gnawing hunger was twisting itself around his growing lust for her. "Take mine," he said quietly handing her the keys and taking hers, "it would be easier and more comfortable, go ahead and use it for any trips you need to make at any time." Micah stood up draping his arm around his brother's shoulders sensing as they all did the tight rein Caydn held upon himself. "You ladies go and we men are going to make a trip into town so Phillip can make some selections for Caydn's wine cellar since it seems to be sadly lacking," he laughed when Caydn turned his black eyes to him sharply. **************************** "My wine cellar's lacking? Where in the hell did that come from? Especially since Gypsy verbally confronted me about my 'needs' I think was the phrase she used when she was in the city," he sighed as he drove Gypsy's smaller SUV toward one of the larger clubs he frequented. Christian and Phillip laughed when Micah just shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't know what to say since she wouldn't look at any of us and she seemed so uncomfortable," he grinned getting out after Caydn parked. "You know if we go back home smelling as though we've been 'sipping cologne' we're going to be in deep shit trouble," he laughed loudly before stepping through the door of the club vanishing into the crowd and the loud blaring music. "It would be interesting to call the women and have them stop by don't you think?" Christian said reaching for the tall pilsner glass of beer the bartender handed him. "Samantha would threaten to stake him in the yard just so she could sit inside and watch as he burned," he chuckled nodding his head to indicate Micah on the dance floor with the short haired blonde. "Sad when my own brother has to find a short woman to feel as if he can dominate her," Caydn chuckled tossing back the whiskey getting lost in the crowd within seconds. Phillip tasted the brandy, pleased that it was of decent quality considering the establishment. "I don't think I've ever seen Caydn neglecting what he knows he needs to survive as he is now," he said quietly meeting Christian's glance, "I'd love to stay longer to see how things turn out but with the events today I think Jazleen and I will make a trip to see Victor before returning to Paris." Christian laughed, "I'll keep the two of you updated and I have a feeling the whelp Micah and Samantha will be staying so it should be twice as interesting to see Caydn restrain himself from killing his own brother," he toasted the thought. "I hope when we get back Vince has spoken to Victor and can tell us something. I wasn't pleased at all knowing how close Megan and Gypsy are and that something that evil is lurking in the shadows around her." "Caydn told us he thought the male she saw was Barton, but he never said what her emotions were when it happened," he said quietly turning away from the crowd. "She was terrified," Caydn said stepping behind the two of them, "I've seen her reflect many emotions but nothing as intense as what she was feeling in this nightmare," he explained, "the sensation of the cold and darkness was so strong I felt as if I touched her she would shatter like ice." Christian stared into his drink for a minute, "Did she happen to say what she was doing when she was grabbed?" he asked turning his glass up. Frowning Caydn shook his head, "She was already well into the dream when I became aware of the turn it had taken. I do know that she was outside of the house in the garden area, along side the study and my room. Until the very end when she felt she had no other choice she refused to look at who was holding her, something about resisting the urge to allow them the power to scare her." Phillip tossed his brandy back seeing Micah joining them, "I'd prefer we sit and discuss this in your study with something a little better than a 'house brandy'," he chuckled, standing and heading to the door knowing the three other men followed. *********************************** "I think the place is perfect," Megan giggled sitting on the floor beside Gypsy, "just think once you get everything in here you're going to be opening your own business, exactly what you always wanted," she reached over squeezing her hand. "I intend to be one of your first customers so I guess you better grab your tape measure and Megan your paper and pen cause I'm not leaving until I've been measured and have told Gypsy just what it is I want her to design for me," Jaz laughed turning around in a circle in the middle of the large room. Samantha slid down the wall to watch Gypsy begin measuring the tall willowy woman. "Micah mentioned that we might be staying a few extra days so I can wait until your done Jaz and then I can sit down and discuss a gown I'm going to need when I finally get back home," she said leafing through a note book of rough sketches Gypsy had made over the past few weeks. "You know you should take some of these drawings and have them framed for the shop," she looked up from the book smiling, "they're fantastic!" She was finishing Jazleen's measurements when she smiled feeling Caydn's appreciation of the location and the building that she'd chosen to open the shop, she almost laughed when his thoughts went to the size and positioning of the parking lot. "I'm sure you all know we are about to be invaded," she said sitting back on her heels chuckling, "and if I heard right I got a passing grade on the size of my parking lot," she laughed, smiling when Caydn opened the door walking in. He met her eyes while she knelt in the middle of the floor folding her measuring tape. Seeing her smile and the sparkle in her eyes he wondered what she was thinking since she'd closed herself off to him. "I should be happy that you find my parking more than adequate and the lighting to your requirements," she giggled when one brow rose as he watched her. Micah laughed reaching down to pull Samantha up and into his arms. "He's always business like, never has much fun just focused on nothing but business," he tried to look stern but failed when Caydn glared at him. "You might want to remember if it wasn't for the business advice I gave you and bailed you out of a few things. You and Sam would still be living in that rental flat in London and not in the country estate you were finally able to buy," Caydn said slowly for effect glancing at his younger brother, "but your right the parking is perfect," he chuckled turning back to Gypsy. "I hope they didn't take you for too much, even though this is a prime location with all of the reconstruction and revamping of the smaller more personable townships," he said walking over offering her his hand to stand up. She threaded her fingers through his and allowed him to pull her against his side before they walked toward the back and the office area she'd planned. Laughing when they both bumped into the door frame trying to walk through it side by side, she stopped suddenly. Closing her eyes for a second she felt a rush of cold down her spine, she squeezed his hand tighter not even aware she had. Opening her eyes she looked at the window to see if some how she'd left it open from earlier in the day or if someone else might have opened it, but it was closed. Fighting the urge to rub her hands along her arms to make the chill go away she stepped back feeling as if the large black windows allowed someone to look into her mind to closely. Caydn felt the chill touch them both immediately and feeling her hand tighten around his he glanced quickly at Phillip and Christian seeing they'd also sensed it. "Is this where you mentioned to Sophie you wanted to build shelves for your fabric?" he asked sounding casual while visually and mentally scanning the area attempting to find the source of the invasion. She looked up at him quickly, feeling the hair on the back of her neck starting to stand on end. "Yes it is," she said quickly, "I think we've seen enough tonight, so why don't we all head back to the house before we have the local police stopping by to see why all the lights are on in an empty building," she said stepping toward the door, trying to pull him with her. He almost shook his head. She was trying to protect him. Standing still he pulled her back toward him despite of the stubborn almost panicked expression on her face. Pulling her around in front of him he reached up brushing her hair back from her face his eyes locking with hers. "Gypsy there's no need to protect me," he said softly pulling her even closer, her hand coming to rest on his chest when he lower his lips to brush a kiss across her forehead. "There's very little that can out wit me or be a danger to me, so don't worry about me," his voice dropped to the teasing smooth honeyed tones hoping to make her smile. Shaking her head feeling the tickling sensation in her mind while she leaned against him, accepting the warmth and protection he offered. She gasped silently when as she touched him the chill seemed to intensify almost burning as it moved along her back and arms up towards her neck. Phillip and Christian both stepped to the center of the smaller room directly behind Gypsy, each placing a hand on her shoulder while Micah stood at the doorway in front of Jazleen, Megan and Samantha. "Please don't," she whispered feeling the warmth of their hands and the swirling cold almost freezing her skin creating a painful contrast. "Gypsy we're not going to let what ever this or who ever this is continue to do this to you," Phillip said his voice bold and deep in the silence of the building, creating almost an echo as she felt her head start to spin. "Look at me," Caydn said lifting her chin forcing her eyes to meet his, "talk to me without words, listen to me and follow my lead," he said just above a whisper, the silken tones seeming to wrap themselves around her as he lowered his face to hers. "Focus on me and nothing else," he said as his lips brushed hers, hearing her sigh he saw Christian step beside them place his other hand on her arm, the contrast in his deeply tanned skin and the stark paleness of hers alarming. She wanted nothing more then to give in to the urge to faint feeling the darkness beginning to swirl around her building force with what felt like anger. A small gasp escaped her when Caydn tugged at her lips reminding her he was kissing her gently, pulling her to him mentally as well as physically. Feeling his tongue dancing along her lips she sighed, tilting her head and exhaling she gave herself to the kiss blocking out the dangerous cold and fury that swept through the room like a hurricane. "What ever this is, it doesn't like your touching her one bit," Christian laughed feeling the intensity increase, "now might be the time to let it know whose going to be on the winning end," he chuckled hearing Gypsy's sigh feeling her mind turn to nothing but the feeling of Caydn's mouth on hers. Threading his fingers through her hair, deepening the kiss all but forgetting they stood surrounded by friends who watched and feeling as if something evil was trying to invade her life and mind. His body tightened feeling and hearing her heart beat quicken, feeling her lips and body responding to his with a slowly building hunger. "More, let's see just how enraged it'll become," Caydn heard Christian say in his mind. Pulling his mouth from hers he kissed along her jaw before lowering his mouth to her throat. Tightening his hands in her hair as he felt her nails raking against his chest and side, the bounding of her pulse drew his lips, his tongue tracing the path of the sweet fluid beneath the skin of her throat. She bit her lip to keep from groaning out loud when she felt the scrape of his teeth against her throat gently teasing the skin with their sharpness, making the nerve endings through out her body dance with the electricity of his touch, all while the darkness threatened to engulf her with its rage. Moving her hand from his side to his hair she leaned her head back even further, not caring, offering herself to him if he chose to take what they both knew he desired. Phillip moved to their other side his hands on her back and arm mirroring Christian, standing opposite him filled her with the feeling of protection and acceptance. The sound of howling wind filled the room the instant she sighed, her body melting against the hardness of Caydn while he gently assaulted her body, mind and senses. The sound of shattering glass startled her, just as quickly as the chill and danger had come in it left. Christian and Phillip stepped away from the pair looking around the room and at the shattered window. "Caydn I think it's safe to say the dangers past so you can let Gypsy breath now," Micah said with a laugh. Megan rolled her eyes at Micah making Samantha laugh before she pinched him. "Christian I think now would be a good time for all of us to leave now that she's safe," Megan said meeting Christian's eyes, nodding her head toward the door. She heard the mental chuckle when Christian walked past them toward Megan, gasping she stepped back from Caydn her face flushing bright red instantly. Caydn ran his hands over his hair coming to rest along the back of his neck, closing his eyes feeling the rush of embarrassment that flooded through her. Gritting his teeth he wished all of them had left silently allowing her to calm down slowly and not react as if splashed in the face with ice water to cool her off. "Its okay, Megan I'll drive," she said her voice shaking as were her hands when she fumbled for the keys in her pocket. "Damn it I have to do something about that window before I can leave," she groaned not able to make an escape as quickly as she would've liked to. "Stop," Caydn snapped grabbing her arm firmly, "the window can be cleaned up tomorrow once its day light and someone can replace it," he said with a sigh, reaching for the keys from her hand tossing them to Phillip. "Go ahead and head back and we'll be along behind you," he said nodding to the door, his voice leaving no room for argument. He watched the SUV pull out of the parking lot, turning he found she wasn't in the room but had gone back in and was standing staring at the glass shattered all over the floor. "Come here," he said quietly when she looked up meeting his eyes as he stepped in the room. Taking her hand he pulled her against his side leaning his head against her hair breathing in the warm citrus scent that filled his mind and his mouth earlier. "What happened?" she said in almost a sigh, "this has never happened before, why now and why me?" she asked looking up meeting the boiling blackness of his eyes. "I don't really know Gypsy but I do think Christian was right, what ever this is or was doesn't like you anywhere near me and especially not touching me,' he smiled at her squeezing her shoulder. "Let's go back to the house and see if Vince was able to find anything out, and you also need to get some rest your pale as hell right now." ***************************** "Christian and Megan have gone home," he said quietly when they turned the corner heading toward the house, "everyone else has gone also. Vince left a note saying he'd fill us all in tomorrow night when he had a chance to make a few more calls," he explained squeezing her hand that rested on her leg. She got out when he stopped under the archway, waiting for her to go inside before he drove into the garage parking. Walking into the kitchen he smiled seeing her standing near the counter waiting for him. Taking her hand he walked toward the study, passing it he chuckled seeing her glance up at him questioningly. "I thought tonight we'd see how well the large fireplace in the upstairs library worked," he said walking up the stairs and around the railing, stopping at two huge double doors across the large upstairs area from her room. Stepping into the room she looked around, even in the dark the room was amazing. Large windows allowed the moon light to pour in reflecting off the polished wood of a piano that sat in an octagon shaped area. Walking over to stand beside the piano she heard him close the doors and then move across the room to light the fire place as he did in the study. Hearing the cork being removed from a bottle of wine she took a deep breath knowing he'd join her any minute. "There's nothing to be nervous about," he said gently handing her the glass, "I thought you'd enjoy the peace and quiet of this room as much as I do when I need to get away and escape." "Earlier," she started until he held his hand up. Looking at her in the light of the fireplace and the moon, he brushed his hand along her cheek. "We don't have to discuss that now or ever if you'd rather not," he said raising his glass to meet hers. She nodded slowly before looking down studying her hands cradling the thin stemmed wine glass, "but how do you do that?" she asked looking up at him seeing his questioning look, "never mind," she said quickly looking toward the fireplace. He felt the rush of heat when she blushed. Seeing her fidget with the glass he almost laughed realizing what she was talking about. Leaning against the piano he watched her while she did everything to act as if he wasn't inches away from her. "If it makes it any easier, I've found I can't ignore you or stop thinking about it anymore than you can me," he said softly, seeing her catch her breath at his words. "How did you make me forget that there were six other people standing in the room with us let alone what ever the hell that cold nastiness was?" she said turning to look at him over her shoulder. "I've never been the type to forget what's around me and have never kissed anyone publicly let alone like that," she said her voice fading, a frown on her forehead. He fought the urge to pull her back against him and ravage her mouth again to wipe the frown off of her face. "Was it that bad?' he chuckled, "It felt as if you enjoyed it as much as I did once we both stepped away from what was physically happening around us." "That's just it though," she said turning around to face him, "how did you make me step away from everything around me? Hell one minute I was so cold I thought I was going to be sick, and all I wanted was for you to get out of there and the next thing I know all I can think about or feel is you," she admitted meeting his eyes. "I asked you to come to me, to talk to me without words, and you did," he said quietly. Setting his glass down on the piano he reached for hers setting it beside his before his fingers threaded between hers tugging her forward until she leaned against his body. Gypsy Designs Ch. 06 She took a deep breath feeling the warmth of him, one arm coming to wrap around her waist holding her safely and securely. Resting her head on his chest she closed her eyes not only hearing his thoughts but almost feeling them. "This is wrong," she whispered brushing her hand over his chest before she brushed her hair back from her face, "but how could something feel this good and be wrong? Damn it, I'm confused," she laughed shaking her head against his chest feeling the laughter erupt from him also. Caydn picked her up and moving to the end of the piano, pushing the bench back he sat her on top of the piano. Pulling her shoes off, tossing them to the side he placed her feet on the cover over the keys, stepping forward between her legs, his fingers moving along her sides when she tried to wiggle away from him laughing. "Caydn, stop it," she laughed trying to grab his hands, eventually pinning them to her sides trying to catch her breath. "You can go from brooding and dark and moody to impulsive so quickly," she shook her head taking a deep breath. His eyes moved over her, from her face down her body until sensing her pulse becoming more rapid and erratic, meeting her eyes he smiled at her. "Are you complaining?" he chuckled, "would you rather me be serious all the time?" the tone of his voice dropping to just above the honeyed tones that tickled her mind. Reaching up he brushed her hair back over her shoulders, leaving her body exposed even though she was fully dressed. Leaning forward he brushed a gentle kiss along the opening of her shirt near the upper swell of her breast. She watched him, seeing the darkening of his eyes once again as they moved over her their look as strong as if he was physically touching her with his hands and mouth. His thoughts shattering in her mind as he openly told her what he'd like to do to her, how he'd mold her body to his if she were beneath him. Closing her eyes she heard his questioning thoughts, would she accept him, would she allow him even knowing about him as she did. Lifting her hand she reached around pulling the leather tie from his hair, letting it fall lose down his back and over his shoulders. She opened her eyes meeting his, seeing the fierce burning banked carefully behind them. He felt her breath before even hearing it when she moved her legs tighter around him, one lifting to wrap gently around his hip. Turning his head slightly he brushed a kiss over the inside of her wrist when her fingers thread themselves in his hair. "Me?" she answered aloud to his thoughts, "You want me to take the lead and see if we can forget everything?" Caydn chuckled, "You don't think you can do you?" he grinned at her reaching down to squeeze her leg she hadn't even realized she'd pulled him toward her with. "Try letting go of that rigid control you fight so hard to keep intact and see where it takes you," he said with a grin. Leaning forward she met his eyes before her eyes dropped to his lips when she lifted her hands to each side of his face, touching cautiously, taking a deep breath she brushed her lips against his, her eyes never leaving his. Feeling her breath catch in her throat she sighed against his mouth when he responded gently to her kiss. Closing her eyes she traced her tongue along his lower lip before nipping at it gently, turning her head slightly she opened her mouth against his, her tongue caressing his as they each deepened the kiss rapidly. His hands moved from the piano to her hips pulling her closer to him, her hips resting just at the edge. Moving his hands up along her sides, he brushed the sides of her breasts in a passing caress before slipping them beneath her hair and around to the back of her neck. His thumbs traced her jaw line while his mouth devoured hers, taking what she offered and teasing her boldness. Her gasp was captured by his mouth when she felt his hand slip from her throat to the zipper along the front of her sweater. Taking a deep breath she pushed her breasts against the back of his fingers, feeling the tingling that rushed through her body setting her skin on fire. Leaning back slightly she refused to meet his eyes while she grasped the soft sweater he wore, tugging at it. Looking up she saw his smile when he stepped back a step, reaching down pulling the sweater off and dropping it to the bench behind him. Her eyes moved over the firm muscles that covered his chest, the glow of the moon creating shadows beneath each rippled band of muscle. He stood as still as a statue when her hands gently moved down his throat and over his chest. His breath caught as she traced her fingers downward, her nails just scratching softly over his chest and stomach. Gypsy smiled seeing his body contract at her touch, the muscles moving involuntarily. Looking up, she met his eyes. Caydn slowly lowered the zipper along the front of her sweater, his eyes never leaving hers, his mind touching hers. Opening it completely he leaned forward placing a soft kiss on the swell of her breast above her the silvery lace bra she wore. His hands moving to her rib cage before sliding up beneath each breast, his thumbs moving over the soft lace to circle each hardened nipple. "Gypsy are you sure?" he said in a whisper lowering his mouth to one nipple nipping it through the lace, tugging at it gently. Hearing her soft moan he moved to the other breast doing the same while her fingers threaded through his hair, holding his mouth to her breast. Moving his hand from beneath her breast he slipped his fingers under the lace tugging it down sharply, his mouth surrounding the bare hardened peak. His tongue circling it, teasing before sucking it deeply into his mouth, his teeth raking over the sensitive nipple making her groan out loud. She found her nails sinking into the back of his neck, her head falling back, enjoying the rapid sensations racing through her body while his mouth devoured her breasts. Gasping she felt his hand behind her unclasping her bra, allowing it to fall from her. His other hand pulled the strap and lace from her shoulder, exposing both breasts to his hands and mouth. Her pulse pounded in her ears as he lifted both breasts moving his mouth from one to the other torturing each nipple while they tightened almost painfully under his caress. He reached for her hands, taking them from his hair, placing her hands on the piano behind her forcing her to arch her back while his mouth continued tugging at each nipple. He heard her gasping breath, feeling her legs tightened along his sides trying to pull him against her. Dropping his head he placed soft gentle kisses along her rib cage directly beneath each full breast, his hands coming to circle her lower back pulling her forward arching her under his mouth. Her skin burned under his mouth, each kiss set another piece of her on fire, and the nerve ends through her entire body danced rapidly taking her breath as she closed her eyes and gave her self to the sensations. Her stomach tightened, a tingle building deep inside her that made her want to twist and bring him fully against her. A craving for his touch and contact of his body against hers made her groan in frustration when she felt this overwhelming need not met. Taking a breath, sucking cooling air against her skin he fought for control when her thoughts bombarded him, her need, and the tingling burn that settled between her thighs crying out to be touched. Moving one hand from her waist he slid his hand along her hip and down her thigh almost growling when he felt her body shift to follow his touch. Dropping his head to her stomach he placed a gentle kiss at her belly button, his hand moving to trace the seam of her jeans up along her inner thigh, moving higher toward the burning heat he felt radiating from her. A deep shuttering gasp escaped her when she felt the back of his hand brush along the junction between her open thighs, the touch gentle and fleeting, lifting her hips absently she searched for the contact again. Leaning back she lay back on the piano, her hands moving to thread with the fingers of his hand that moved to caress her stomach. Lifting his head he leaned over her, his eyes locking with hers as his knuckles brushed over her again. Seeing her body tremble he lowered his mouth to her nipples, his palm turning to cup the heated denim between her legs. Biting her nipple sharply he felt her hips sifting, lifting to grind her body against his hand, hearing her breath quicken, hearing her pulse racing he pressed harder allowing her to move against his hand while he suckled one breast then the other almost savagely. She couldn't catch her breath feeling her body wanting desperately to spiral out of control. The pressure of his hand between her thighs nestled against the throbbing burning drove her to the edge of her control. Lifting her hips she moved against him, the pace increasing when her mind felt as if it would shatter along with her body if it continued. Her hands moved to his shoulders, her nails sinking deeply into his flesh, she groaned feeling tiny spasms starting at the very core of her body radiating out to surround her sucking her into its explosion. "Caydn," she gasped when the sensations swept over her, the burning of his mouth surrounding her nipple increasing when his teeth raked over the tingling flesh of her breast, the scorching heat between her thighs seeming to turn into liquid fire while her body trembled all over making her gasp for breath. He battled himself when he felt the wetness seeping through the denim to burn his hand, knowing all he wanted to do was shred the fabric and open her body and plunge himself deep within the throbbing wetness as her orgasm swept over her. The need to push his teeth sharply through the trembling flesh beneath his mouth, tasting her, drinking from her was almost enough to shatter his mind, but he resisted. The knowledge of her innocence helped him keep the firm control she always said he had. Her reaction and shock at her own body told him this was the first orgasm she'd ever experienced, the last thing she needed was a crazed man taking that from her until she was ready. She closed eyes trying to gain control of her breathing, rubbing her hand along his shoulder she gasped feeling the raised welts from her nails, the dampness told her without looking he was bleeding. "I'm sorry," she whispered running her fingers gently over the marks as if to sooth them. He rested his forehead between her breasts, fighting to keep the animal inside him at bay before looking up to meet his eyes. "Gypsy don't worry about it, I heal quickly," he said through clenched teeth, his hands moving up over her body to her waist before he leaned back finally meeting her eyes. She laughed when he pulled her upright suddenly, smiling at him seeing the moon light reflecting in his eyes. Lifting her hand she gasped again seeing the stain of red covering her fingers. "My god what've I done," she said quickly. Taking her hand he pulled her fingers to his mouth, watching her he slid his tongue along her hand cleaning the wetness from them, leaving them wet with saliva. "Rub your fingers over them now Gypsy," he said quietly releasing her hand. Reaching over his shoulder she rubbed her fingers over the welts mixing the saliva with the blood that still trickled from the nail marks. Pulling her hand back she saw the small amount of blood covering them. She watched him as he took her hand again running his tongue along her fingers stopping for a second to caress the palm of her hand in small circles before he sucked her fingers into his mouth. He felt his incisors lengthen when she wiggled her fingers against his tongue. His eyes locked with hers as her eyes grew feeling the sharp teeth brushing along the side of her finger. Gypsy couldn't take her eyes from his when she felt him start to pull his mouth from her hand, hesitating she moved her finger over catching the pad of her finger on the dangerously sharp point of one fang, pricking her finger slightly. He pulled his mouth back quickly when he heard her gasp. On the pad of her finger a drop of blood welled up, a crimson tear shimmering in the moon light. Meeting her eyes he watched her hold her finger up looking at the drop of blood surrounded by the wetness of his saliva. He took a shaky breath when she placed her finger against his lips, offering the tiniest taste of herself to him. Her eyes closed when she felt him suck her finger into his mouth, his tongue swirled around it to capture the droplet offered, sealing the tiny prick as it did. She heard the growl that built in his throat even thought it was never released. His thoughts and silent thanks flooded her before she looked back up at him. Pulling her fingers from his mouth she rubbed over the welts again feeling that the first had already disappeared. When she pulled her hand back only a thin streak remained, instead of letting him take her hand she raised her hand to her lips tracing the faint streak with her tongue while he watched her, the fire held at bay in his eyes raging as he watched her actions. "Gypsy you need to go to bed," he said his voice strained, "go while you can and while I can let you," he said dropping his head closing his eyes. "Why?" she asked watching him closely. He snapped his head up meeting her eyes, not even attempting to keep the lengthened incisors from her, "if you don't I can't be responsible for my actions," he said grinding his teeth together, "all I can think about is tearing the rest of your clothes for your body and burying myself so deep in you and taking your gasps of pain then pleasure with my mouth," he said honestly waiting for her reaction. She smiled at him seeing the strain in his face and feeling the energy vibrating from his entire body while he waged the battle for control. "I'm tired after everything that's happened tonight," she grinned at him, reaching to gather her sweater and bra from behind her. Slipping from the piano to stand in front of his, her sweater held absently in front of her breasts, "Good night Caydn," she said softly leaning up to brush a kiss against his lips before turning and walking toward the door and then on to her room where she closed the door gently behind her. Propping his elbows on the piano he dropped his head to his hands fighting the growl of frustration and pain that threatened to erupt. His body throbbed with the burning need centered in the swollen length of his cock, taking deep breaths he thought of anything but the feel of her beneath his hands and mouth or the taste of the sweetness from the tiny drop of herself she'd given him. Raking his hands through his hair violently he went down to his private study, opening the small refrigerator grabbing one of the many bags of blood he kept on hand for emergencies. He needed the extra food to help him fight the urge to go upstairs and into her room. Finished he walked into his room, knowing that rest was not going to come easy but knowing he needed to try as the sun began hovering just beneath the horizon. Gypsy Designs Ch. 07 All previous chapters are in the process of being edited by Archangel_M and will be re-posted as soon as possible. Thank you for the continued support with the story. All of the feedback has been appreciated and needed. ~Shadow~ * Gypsy stretched as she woke up seeing the sun shining brightly through the windows. Glancing at the clock she noticed it was well past noon. Laughing she got out of bed, blushing when she saw her sweater and bra tossed in the chair beside the door, remembering that morning with Caydn. After showering she went down stairs finding the note on the counter Sophie had left, Vince had a doctor's appointment and they'd be back some time before dinner. After making a sandwich she ran upstairs gathering her things then picking the sandwich up on her way out. She hesitated when she walked to the larger SUV but remembering what Caydn said about using it when she needed. Getting behind the wheel she headed toward her new business. Pulling into the parking lot she smiled seeing the glass company already there and waiting. Caydn told her he'd called, making an appointment with their answering service before they'd headed home last night. She was unlocking the front door when the delivery truck from the furniture warehouse pulled in. Showing the men the window that needed replacing she went back to the front to show the men where she wanted the furniture. "Hi Sophie," she laughed answering her cell phone, "Yes they just delivered what I'd bought the other day. It might be used but it's mine," she giggled. "The phone company said they'd send someone by to install my phone tomorrow afternoon. As soon as I get the glass cleaned up I'll be home in time for dinner," she assured her. "Tell Vince I'll be okay and I'll keep the doors locked," she said before hanging up. After everyone had left she walked back to the storage room. Glancing at the window seeing the sun setting she moved boxes in front of the shelf, grabbing the broom and dust pan wanting to get the glass swept up before she left. Looking around she made sure the doors and windows were closed, feeling a draft of cold air making the hair on her arms stand on end. Kneeling to scoop the glass into the dust pan she froze. Taking a deep breath she wasn't sure if she wanted to close her eyes and wish herself some where else, or turn and face who ever she sensed standing in the door way behind her. "The least you can do Gabrielle is pretend you're excited to see your own grandfather," Barton Currington said watching the slender young woman cleaning the floor. Taking a deep breath she looked back at the tall well tailored man standing there, "Why would I be excited?" she asked casually even though she'd always felt anything but casual when ever she was around him. "As I said young lady, the least you can do is pretend," he said sharply forcing a smile. "It's been some time since we've seen one another. I was hoping time would've made you more inclined to be accepting of me." Gypsy laughed even though she tried not to, "Well I can say this is a shock if nothing else," she said looking back to the pile of shattered glass in front of her, sweeping it into the dust pan. "What's it been five years? Or possibly six since we've seen one another," she commented. Walking to the large trash can near the back door. "I can see you still take after your father and the rest of that damned Chordane group," he snapped at her casual dismissal. "I was hoping that you would've grown out of it and developed some of your own independence. I'd forgotten you've situated yourself in that house with Sophie and Vince and among those ungodly people they work for," he snarled in disgust. "Barton I can assure you I've had more than enough time to develop my own independence," she said hanging the dust pan up and placing the broom in the closet, closing the door to turn and face him. "Also how do you know where I live and with who?" she glared at him. His face flushed as he stared at her, "Barton? Did you just call me Barton?" he asked shocked. Walking to the door way she stopped and stared at him until he stepped to the side allowing her to walk into the front of the building. "Excuse me, should I've said 'Mr. Currington'? I'm sorry but I'm no longer able to call a man who decided he was to busy with his own life and pursuit of wealth to worry about something as insignificant as the grand daughter who'd just lost both parents. So I've no desire to neither call nor think of you as my grandfather," she said firmly picking up her bag finding her cell phone to check the time. Glancing up she held her breath seeing the rage on his face and feeling an overwhelming rush of cold touch her as it had the night before. "You," she said suddenly. "You're the person behind what happened here last night," she accused him her mouth falling open in shock. Barton looked around the room ignoring her as if he didn't have any idea what she was talking about. "I think you're still living in that same fantasy world you did when you were a child. I wasn't here last night so you'd know I had nothing to do with what looks like vandals smashing a window," he laughed sarcastically. "I can see I've neglected you for far to long hoping that you'd come to your senses and come to me," he said harshly. "I really hate to tell you this but whatever you seem to be waiting for isn't there. You had little to do with me when I was a child and you turned your back on me at the one time in my life when I could've used the support. I'd say that what ever long lost reunion you thought there'd be you're sadly mistaken," she said flipping her cell phone open dialing 911. "Yes can you please send an officer to the Dayton properties on Main Street? I have someone who's broken in and I'd like them removed," she told the dispatcher. "Gabrielle!" he said shouted his face turning red with anger, "I can see you've been influenced, but the question is have you allowed those unclean ungodly heathens to touch you? Have you been ignorant enough to let them take you, becoming their whore?" He snarled at her, his hands tightening into fists repeatedly while pacing. "You see Gabrielle I know all about what the 'great Chordane's' have done through out their lives. I intend to put a stop to all of you and to them," he stopped pacing to glare at her. The rush of bitter cold she felt would've knocked her backwards had she not been standing near the door. She not only heard the anger and bitterness but felt every bit of it bombarding her. The roaring in her head was almost overwhelming, as she fought the urge to put her hands over her ears to block out the rage and the pain. "I'll not let them have you. To taint you and make you into one of them when you could focus your talents on helping me," he snapped, looking toward the window seeing a patrol car pulling into the lot. Pointing at her he stared, "I'll kill you myself before I allow them to have their way with you. Rest assured you'll be getting another visit from me," he said flinging his arm to the side, before spinning on his heel disappearing to the back. Gypsy felt her body moving before she had a chance to grab onto anything. The world seemed to be spinning around her before slamming into the large built in shelves, across the room near the door. Shaking her head she heard someone knocking loudly on the door. Looking up she saw two officers standing there staring in at her. Looking around she saw her bag had spilled, her things scattered on the floor around her. Reaching for her keys she crawled toward the door unlocking it, sitting back as the officers rushed in. She felt the large knot on her forehead when she brushed her hair back out of her face. Pointing to the back when one officer asked quickly where the intruder had gone. The other knelt down making sure she was okay. She was finishing her report to the officers and thanking the ambulance attendants when Caydn and Christian walked through the front door. Gypsy met his eyes quickly, asking him to not make a big deal out of it until she had a chance to talk to him, knowing he'd hear what she was thinking. Taking her bag from the younger officer who'd picked it all up for her she smiled at him in thanks. "Officer have you arrested anyone for this?" Caydn asked stopping beside Gypsy his hand coming to rest on her shoulder, letting her know he'd heard her. "Mr. Vaughn I'm sorry to say we haven't. Since we do have a name and description it shouldn't be too difficult for us to bring Mr. Currington in and press charges," the officer said closing his report book. Christian spun around staring at the officer, "Did you said Currington, as in Barton Currington?" he asked. "Yes sir that would be the name Ms. Chordane reported as who entered, threatened and eventually assaulted her," the officer said his tone bristly addressing the tall European gentleman. Caydn saw the officer's reaction, "Officer let me introduce one of our town's newest residents. Christian Vinleague, he's just purchased the large estate that borders mine. We've been friends for many years. I can personally vouch for him and his character," he said making the introduction seeing the stiffness leave the officer. "He and his companion Megan Martiya are very good friends of both myself and of Ms. Chordane." The officer took Christians hand, shaking it warmly, "Nice to have you as part of our community Mr. Vinleague. I'm sorry we had to meet under such circumstances but let me assure you this isn't the norm for us," he added. "Gypsy you ready to go home?" Caydn asked slipping his arm around her waist when he saw one of the other officers looking at her with interest. "I assume you're finished here now officer?" he asked pulling her against his side. His protection and obvious interest in her announced without words to all the men in the building. "Yes sir we're finished. I was just about to ask if Ms. Chordane needed me to call someone to help her home or if she thought she could drive safely," he said with a smile. "I'm fine Caydn, it's just a bump on the head," she said trying to step away from him. "I can drive home if you and Christian have other things you need to do,' she said quietly looking at both he and Christian who laughed. "I have to say Caydn she's very worried about not disturbing any of our odd European habits isn't she," he winked at her chuckling. "Christian you take the car. I'll drive Gypsy home," he said firmly. They followed the officers out of the building and she locked the door behind them. "You're not disturbing anything I need to do Gypsy. My concern is making sure your safe and taken care of. Sophie would have my head if I didn't bring you home to her," he grinned squeezing her hand. Neither spoke on the drive home, she leaned back in the seat eyes closed. She fought hard to keep her blocks up until she had a chance to talk to Vince and find out what the hell Barton meant by what he'd said. Sophie was standing outside the door when Caydn parked, walking around to open her door. Instead of waiting for her to get out he reached in scooping her into his arms carrying her into the house while Sophie held the door. Gypsy saw everyone gathered in the kitchen, the worried expressions obvious on their faces. Dropping her head to his shoulder she silently asked if they could go to the study, knowing the inquisition would begin immediately. "Megan can you bring a mug of soup into the study? I think Gypsy would be more comfortable in there than under that damn bright light over the table as if she were being interviewed by the Gestapo," he said before walking from the room to the study. He set her down in a huge over sized chair. Reaching for a throw from the love seat her draped it over her lap, meeting her eyes quietly. Megan brought her a mug of the thick hot beef and barley soup Sophie had made. Sophie walked in with some aspirin and a large glass of water. "Thank you," she said taking the aspirin washing them down quickly then taking the mug of soup. "I know all of you have questions but can we do it slowly? And can I eat first?" she asked looking around as everyone was taking a seat. Jazleen wheeled Vince into the room. After finishing the soup she told them everything that happened from the minute she noticed Barton standing there until Caydn and Christian had walked in. "I can't figure out how he got in. I know I checked all the doors and windows so when I finished sweeping I'd be done and ready to just leave," she said with a sigh. "Victor told me over the past fifteen or so years Barton had been spending time with a wizard or sorcerer or what ever name you want to put to the man," Vince said glancing around the room for reactions. "Either way the man was known to be dangerous and powerful to both races. The man vanished about eight years ago. No one has a clue where he went, but I have an idea Barton had something to do with it," he shook his head. Phillip leaned forward, "Are you talking about Damone?" he asked quietly. At Vince's nod he shook his head. "Damone's had a grudge against the world for centuries due to his only daughter falling in love with one of us. Turning her back on him and her mother while her mother lay dying from cancer," he explained. "I had the displeasure of meeting the man once. I can tell you his use and knowledge of the black arts far surpasses any simple human I've ever encountered. I still bear the scars of that meeting on my chest where he tried to electrocute me," he said reaching for Jazleen's hand when she put it on his shoulder knowing full well the scars he mentioned. Micah stood, walking to the bar to pour them all a drink, "Did the two of you have some sort of confrontation that he knew who you were?" he asked. Phillip shook his head, "That's what always made me wonder. I wasn't doing anything other than stopping in a small shop to purchase something when Damone called to me. He was speaking so softly even I had to step closer to him to hear him. The next thing I knew I was between the buildings in an alley, feeling as if the sky had split open and I was spiked on every shaft of lightening there ever was." "So Victor thinks Barton had something to do with this sorcerer disappearing?" Caydn asked moving to Gypsy's chair, taking the mug he scooped her up before sitting down, her in his lap. Vince nodded, "The last time Damone was seen he and Barton were making a trek into the mountains. Some of the villagers figured he'd moved or he'd gone to the mountain to become a hermit. He wasn't very welcome anymore due to some of his less than friendly activities causing disharmony among peace loving people." Micah glanced at Samantha, before turning to Caydn. "Samantha and I had a few more places we were going to visit in the states. If you'd like we could make one of those stops Texas, and see if we can learn anything of Barton's activities," he said looking at each of the men. Caydn shook his head, "I don't want you putting yourself or Sam in any unnecessary danger, especially when it seems all to willing to come to us." "I think he might've a very good idea Caydn," Phillip said standing refill his brandy. "Jazleen and I could travel with them. The women can do some shopping. He and I could visit a few business interests I have in that area. Between the two of us we might be able to ferret out some information and not be as vulnerable as if alone," he explained. "Christian will be here to help should anything else happen until we can figure out how Barton's doing this. I got a call from Lucien early this morning, he mentioned possibly coming by if we're all going to be here," he laughed at the pained expression that flashed across Caydn's face. Gypsy saw the expression also, "Caydn is there something about this Lucien person you don't like?" she asked curiously. Jazleen laughed, "Gypsy, Lucien and Caydn have been friends almost as long as he and Christian. As a matter of fact if the stories Phillip's told me are true between the three of them they've broken more hearts and crushed the hopes of more men through out Europe over the past century than could've been written about in a dozen novels," she chuckled seeing Megan glare at Christian. Gypsy covered her mouth to keep from laughing when she glanced at Caydn. "Lucien's a drop dead gorgeous hunk of muscled finely tuned man, ever created in any race," she said almost in a purr making Phillip raise one brow. "He and Caydn in particular have always seemed to end up in a rivalry over a woman. I think Caydn might be afraid Lucien will turn his charm and interest toward you. Leaving Caydn out in the cold," she laughed when Caydn growled at her. Standing he dropped Gypsy in the chair before pouring himself a stiff drink at the bar tossing it back quickly. Turning around he glared at Jazleen and Samantha who were fighting hard not to laugh despite the glare turned their way. "Phillip why don't you and Micah take your lovely 'other halves' and leave immediately and see what you can find out, Christian you and Megan have the rest of the night to yourselves. I'm sure Sophie and Vince need some rest after all this excitement. I'll make sure Gypsy's protected for the night," he said curtly giving directions like a drill sargent. Megan grinned glancing at Gypsy then the others, "I'm not sure if it's a good thing, but at least we were only ordered next door and not across the country," she laughed, the other women joining her. Caydn made sure the security alarm was set. All doors and windows locked and secured. Not that any of those minor things seemed to be stopping Barton if he'd managed to get into the shop and it locked. Gypsy stared into the fire still curled in the chair where Caydn had put her. With everyone gone the house was quiet other than the random thoughts she managed to catch from Caydn while he secured the house. "I'm sorry I've brought all this confusion and disruption into your life," she said just above a whisper sensing him in the doorway, "If I'd known any of this I would've gone some where very far away and just gotten lost," she said her voice fading. Caydn knelt beside her chair taking her face in his hands, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead beside the bandage covering the bruise and cut. "Don't ever think that Gypsy. All this is because of someone with a sick mind spends his life using others for his own purpose. Not because of you," he said gently. "Let me take you upstairs. You need to get some rest," he said sliding his arms beneath her. "No, please," she said shaking her head, putting her hand to the bandage forgetting sudden movements made the swelling throb. "I don't want to go to sleep right now Caydn, can't I just sit here? You can go do any work that you need to. I can relax by the fire if that's okay," she said softly, her eyes refusing to meet his. He looked at her for a minute reaching up touching the bandage gently, "can I heal that for you?" he asked gently. "It won't hurt I promise," he smiled when she finally looked at him. Reaching up he gently pulled the bandage from the angry bruise surrounding the cut where she'd struck the sharp edge of the shelf. Brushing his lips over the effected area, his breathing creating a rush of warmth that flooded her senses, she sighed when his tongue carefully traced the area, sealing it as he went. "The bruise will fade more over the next day or so, but the cut's healed so no worry of infection or scarring," he said brushing a kiss over her cheek before sitting back. "He asked me if I'd become your whore yet," she whispered her eyes moving from the fire to meet his. "He asked me if I'd allowed you to taint me. Making me unclean and allowing you to use me as your whore," her voice broke. Closing her eyes a single tear slipping beneath her lashes unnoticed. Gypsy Designs Ch. 07 "You're afraid to go to sleep in case he comes after you in your dreams again aren't you?" he asked. Knowing the answer but needing her to admit she had fear, so she could face it and not hide from it. "Gypsy you could never be my whore. A whore's someone used with no thought to her, only ones self. There's no way I'd ever treat you like that," he said lifting her chin so she had to meet his eyes. "There's no way I'd take anything from you, you didn't give freely. I couldn't live with myself if I did," he admitted, his thumb stroking gently along her cheek bone. "You need to get some sleep so you can heal," he said with a smile. "I'll hold you while you sleep. Gypsy I'd protect you with my own life if that's what it took," he said scooping her into his arms, turning he walked toward the stairs. "Caydn can I sleep in your room?" she whispered against his throat. "I won't disturb you tomorrow I promise." Turning he walked into his private study pushing the door closed behind them. "Why don't you go in and change. You can grab my pajama top like you've done one time before," he chuckled slowly letting her body slide down his until she was standing in front of him. "I'm going to leave Sophie and Vince a note that you're with me so they don't panic when they can't find you in the morning." Nodding she turned toward his room, stopping a few steps from the door. "Caydn when you woke earlier did you and Christian have a chance to go out?" she asked him turning around to meet his gaze. He knew it was impossible to lie to her, if he did she'd read it immediately, "No I didn't. Christian had Megan but I have something here in case of emergencies like this so don't worry about me. You get changed, I'll take care of myself," he said, turning her pushing her gently into his room. He knew she was being slow intentionally. Wanting to make sure he had time to feed before comforting her while she slept. "Gypsy, are you going to come out or would you rather we sleep in the bathtub?" he laughed outside the bathroom door. "I'll be out in a minute," she said through the door, opening it slowly, "is this the same type of shirt I slept in at your apartment?" she asked trying to stretch the burgundy satin further down her legs. Caydn laughed, "It is I can assure you. These are the only kind I buy," he winked at her. "Personally I think it looks much better on you then on me," he grinned at her, taking her hand spinning her around as if modeling the newest couture fashion. "Get in bed, I'll turn out the lights," he said softly when she glanced at him shyly, looking as if she wanted to change her mind or run like a frightened animal. "Gypsy, are you sure this is where you want to sleep?" he asked quietly. She nodded, pulling the feather comforter back. Climbing into the bed she looked at him raising one brow sitting in the middle of the bed, "are you going to sleep in your clothes?" she asked with a chuckle. "What ever makes you comfortable, clothes or not," he grinned evilly at her before turning toward the bathroom. "I'll change since it's almost dawn. You get settled." Laying back she pulled the covers to her chin lost in the large bed, the puffy feather light comforter warm and inviting. Caydn stood facing the closed door, trying to wipe images of last night out of his mind that she was projecting. This was obviously his punishment for being slightly masochistic most of his life. He'd denied himself pleasure and companionship for centuries. Taking only what was offered when it was needed. This misery helped to keep him from slipping beyond sanities reach. Life for him was little more than the focus of being successful in business. This allowed him contact with others but in a rigidly controlled atmosphere, this with Gypsy was new unchartered territory for him. Stepping from the bathroom he moved across the room without even glancing at her. "Gypsy, please think of something else," he said through clenched teeth. "Fabric needles and thread, anything else for my sanity," he almost groaned turning the lights out, walking to the bed. Even in the thick darkness he could see clearly. Her hair was spread out over the cream colored satin, her eyes meeting his, reminding him she also saw clearly in the dark. Climbing in bed he stretched out with a sigh, feeling as if every muscle and nerve in his body was stretched taunt, ready to snap. "Would you feel better if we made a wall using pillows so you don't have to worry about me touching you?' she whispered in the darkness the giggle obviously restrained. "I have a better idea," he laughed rolling, pulling her toward him quickly hearing her gasp. Rolling onto his back pulling her on top of him "Personally I like this much better than any sort of wall," he chuckled, groaning slightly when she wiggled then laid her head on his chest. Her hand moving up to circle his neck, "This way I don't have to wonder when you're going to touch me," he growled. He swore in every language he knew which was quite a few, feeling her breasts burning their imprint not only in his body but his mind as she settled herself with a sigh. Reaching down he placed his hand on her lower back trying to hold her still, and trying his best to think of anything repulsive to stop the painful rush from his groin. She pushed herself up propping her elbow on his chest looking down at him shaking her head. "That's disgusting," she said with a frown having heard his thoughts. "Thanks for the new nightmare material," she said with a huff dropping back down onto him. Caydn slid his hand down over the rounded curve of her ass intending on pinning her body so she'd stop moving. The obvious smoothness of the satin over her ass caused a deeper, menacing growl to escape. "Gypsy you're commando again aren't you?" he snapped accusingly, "Damn it woman," he said through clenched teeth. "You never seem to ask these things when they're important," she chuckled burying her face in his chest, the blush covered her cheeks even in the darkness. "For you own sake hold still Gypsy. Lie still and go to sleep," he said his voice strained. "Sleep Gypsy sleep," the honeyed tones clearly obvious as he almost demanded she sleep. "Ouch," she muttered feeling the pressure teasing her mind. "That hurts instead of tickles. Damn Caydn I've almost had my brain bashed don't add to it please," she sighed heavily. Wiggling again trying to get comfortable, secretly enjoying the frustration she felt building in him. It gave her a rush of power knowing she pushed his control to the limit. "The next thing you're going to do is poke me, and try to fold me like a pillow to your pleasure I bet," he said sarcastically, gritting his teeth together. Throwing his arm over his head, trying to will himself to not think about touching her. She laughed at the image and idea of smacking and punching him like a feather pillow until it formed the shape she needed. Pushing herself up to straddled his thighs, her hands moving to his sides poking him. Grabbing her hands he laughed, stopping short when he met her eyes as she sat above him. Her hands now held out at her sides captured by his. "Gypsy do you know what you're doing?" he asked quietly feeling as if every bit of steel he was using to control himself was melting under her gaze. She nodded at his question. Dropping her head she closed her eyes. Fighting back tears that threatened to fall because of her confusion. Letting go of her hands, he reached up slipping his hand under her hair, pulling her forward until she braced her elbows on his chest. "Don't feel so lost, because you're not," he said firmly, "but also don't think this'll wipe out everything that's happened or might Gypsy," he said seriously. "I'll not take what's offered out of fear, pity or desperation." "I'm not afraid when I'm with you," she said softly. "I also don't think there's any reason to pity you. I try not to seem desperate even though I fail miserably most of the time," she grinned. "Caydn kiss me," she whispered leaning toward him. The growl escaped him sounding savage when he pulled her down, their mouths meeting in the darkness, his tongue sliding deep dueling with hers as she matched his movements. Her hands slipped up his chest to rest along his neck, her fingers sliding along the tendons while she alternated tugging at his lips and her tongue dancing erotically with his. Caydn knew he was lost. He only had minutes if not seconds of control left at this pace. Bending his knees he slid her down from straddling his thighs to having the burning length of his cock buried against the double layers of satin that separated them. "Gypsy be sure, no doubts no hesitations because this time I wouldn't be able to stop and walk away," he said against her mouth. Giving her the opportunity to stop before they both lost all semblance of control. She gasped feeling the hardness pressed intimately against her. The satin of the shirt between her open thighs and the satin covering him, the only thing between their flesh. Deep inside she felt a spasm, a mindless urge to shift her hips feeling the length of his brushing against her. Placing her hands on his chest her eyes locked with his, she traced circles over the rigid muscles feeling them dance under her fingers. Moving her hand down the center of his chest to his stomach she felt the throbbing hardness twitch against her as if seeking what she offered. Reaching for his hands she placed them on her breasts, moving her hand down over her stomach she daringly brushed her finger tips over the swollen crown of his cock. He groaned at her touch knowing that shattered any hope he'd had of resisting her. Grabbing the fabric of the shirt he tugged sharply popping the buttons, shredding the fabric that covered her. His mind was filled with her need, the rush of feelings she'd never experienced before. Pulling her forward he lifted his head sucking one hardened nipple deep into his mouth making her gasp loudly. Grabbing her hips he pulled her forward until she was almost kneeling over him. His mouth moving from one breast to the other while he held her still, preventing her from sitting back torturing his mind or his body with the burning heat he knew was exposed between her thighs. Leaning back against his knees, she shrugged the torn satin from her shoulders feeling as though the fabric was rubbing her body raw where ever it touched. Her mind created the blush that covered her cheeks and across her chest at her boldness. Her body wanted more, needed more, the confusion was she didn't know for certain what it needed. Caydn held his breath watching her, the satin tossed to the edge of the bed where it hung for a minute before slipping off onto the floor. Reaching to the table beside the bed he flipped the small lamp on. "Don't hide from me Gypsy," he said seeing her trying to cover her self with her hands, "I can see as well in the dark as in the light you know this. I want you to experience this without anything hiding either of us. Not something to be hidden in the darkness but to be enjoyed openly," he said taking her hands pulling them out to her side his eyes moving over her body. He sighed seeing the firm fullness of her breasts thrusting forward with each breath she took. The hardened nipples tightly curled. The surrounding areola puckered with her excitement. Looking down her body he wondered how he could've ever thought she was unhealthy, the chiseled muscles defined like a world class athlete. Her hip bones framed the slender stomach before rounding over her hips. Dropping his eyes he chuckled seeing nothing but a thin stripe of closely trimmed hair above the completely slick mound between her thighs. Closing her eyes she blushed deeper, "that was Megan's idea a few years ago and I've done it ever since,' she admitted softly wishing she could vanish and spare her embarrassment. "Remember to thank Megan for me," he winked at her when she finally opened her eyes meeting his again. Letting go of her hands, he cupped each breast stroking the full rounded curves. His thumb tracing circles around each nipple. Moving his hands to her rib cage, his fingers tracing each bone and muscle his thumbs meeting and moving down the center of her body. Circling the swell of her hips he ran his hands along the outside of her thighs until reaching her knees, stroking her with his hands as though she were the most precious of pets. Locking his eyes with hers he moved his hands to the insides of her legs brushing the backs of his fingers along the firmly muscled thighs. He heard her sigh when his fingers brushed the slick crease between her body and thigh. His eyes dropped to her mouth when she bit her bottom lip. "What is it Gypsy?" he asked his voice smooth and seductive. His eyes moving to follow his hands, "tell me, don't just think it," he said already knowing her thoughts flashing through her mind. "Say it out loud for both of us to hear," he encouraged her while he continued tracing the crease at the top of her thighs, barely brushing the back of his fingers between her wide spread legs, teasing her. "I don't know what it is Caydn," she gasped when he barely brushed against her. "All I know is I want you to touch me. I need you to touch me," she said meeting his eyes as they lifted to hers. "You need this?" he said brushing the back of his hand directly over the wet heat between her thighs. "Or like this?" he said turning his hand over spreading his fingers to surround the delicate folds of skin, continuing the gentle petting movement. All she could do was nod, her voice lost, her breath caught in the back of her throat. Trembling capturing her body, taking control feeling his gentle strokes, each pass he pressed harder until finally his fingers slipped between the folds, wetness slipping from her in a rush. He felt like he'd lose his mind when his finger slid through the silken wetness. Spreading her open gently, lubricating his fingers he continued moving back and forth, stroking over the swollen nub of her clit then back over the slick opening. His thumb rested over her clit beginning a slow circular dance, his finger pushing deeper into her with each movement. The trembling of her body increased as he pushed into her, using only his little finger initially, teasing the tight banded opening. A low deep growl escaped him when she lifted her hands to her hair threading them deep into the chaotic strands. He watched her close her eyes, her head falling back trying to lower herself onto his seeking fingers as he added a second. "Gypsy you know this will hurt the first time," he said gently. "I'm sorry but relax and just feel, feel my hand, feel the wetness covering my fingers coming from you," he said soothingly, as her body began to take control of her mind totally. "Caydn please," she gasped feeling like her world was about to shatter, her body no longer hers. Her mind lost in the building tidal wave she'd only experienced once her life but never like this. Placing his other hand above the slick mound he spread his fingers, opening her fully to not only his touch but his gaze. His thumb increased the pressure, circled her clit faster forcing her to groan loudly. Feeling the spasms beginning deep inside the fiery slickness of her body, he waited until they took over her body and mind before pushing deeper, tearing the barrier of her hymen while the waves of her orgasm crashed over her. She bit her lip feeling the sharp sting that lasted only a second before the feeling of his thrusting fingers broke through, filling her with pleasure as she cried out, gasping when the throbbing deep in her lower body shook her completely. He held his fingers buried deep within in her until the spasms slowed, the wetness rushing to cover his hand flooding from her. His eyes moved to the thrusting of her breasts as she gasped for breath, her nipples diamond hard from her pleasure. Gypsy groaned softly when he pulled his fingers gently from her body, her mind and body mourning losing the feeling of him inside her. Opening her eyes she met his, seeing the fierce burning need on his face as he strained to keep himself under control while offering her pleasure freely. "I want you Caydn," she whispered, "I want to touch you, make you feel the way you make me feel," she said honestly her eyes never leaving his. He closed his eyes a growl of pain escaping his lips, his hands shaking where they rested against her. He moved her off of him, setting her beside him before he sat up, turning his back. Sitting on the edge of the bed breathing deeply, he fought to tighten his control over his body. Her mind filling his with images of her hands caressing him as his had her. She moved, leaning against his back wrapping her arms around him savoring the warmth he radiated against her flushed skin. Placing kisses on the wide expanse of his back she chuckled when he flinched at each contact. Leaning toward him she brushed his hair from his neck placing small kisses before biting him gently, making him jump off the bed quickly. Turning he glared at her, "for someone as innocent as you are, you're a natural born menace to someone's mind and control Gypsy," he said taking a deep breath. "I'm not sure where this new boldness came from. But it's pushing my control beyond its limits." She smiled at him sitting back on her feet, "then show me what a menace I am Caydn. Show me what I do to your mind as well as your body," she said moving her eyes from his face down his body boldly until they reached his swollen cock pushing against the front of the satin pants. "You allow me to be bold," she whispered. "Feeling your thoughts makes me want to explore these unknown feelings and sensations," she admitted with a sly smile, eyes sparkling. He loved her daring but wondered how long it would last when she saw all of him. Would it be fear that replaced it? Disgust possibly? Reaching the tie he tugged it lose, allowing the fabric to slide unheeded from his hips to rest on the floor at his feet. Her eyes grew when she saw the size and thickness of him. She never imagined anything like that. Not that she'd ever seen a naked man other than in paintings and sculptures, but they hadn't prepared her for anything like this. He chuckled seeing her gasp when his shaft twitched, her eyes moved slowly over him. "One last time are you sure?" he asked, the laughter at her expression rumbling in his chest. "Are they supposed to be that big?" she asked moving her eyes up to meet his quickly. "I mean I've seen painting and statues and none of them where like that," she said quickly looking back down his body. He couldn't help but laugh, "Gypsy let's just say paintings and statues are never done using men that are 'well endowed'. Other wise society would say instead of art it was perversion," he winked at her enjoying the blush that flushed her cheeks. "Do they all work the same?" she asked looking up at him before reaching out, her hand hesitating before tracing her fingers along his stomach, avoiding touching the pulsing hardness. "Physically yes, but again we can say some perform their task better than others," his voice became a groan when she circled the swollen head with her fingertips. "If you're sure then I'll gladly show you," he growled when her hand gently grasped his cock directly below the sensitive head. He reached down pushing her back on the bed until she lay flat staring up at him. Kneeling beside the bed he pushed her knees open grinning at her. "I need to make sure you heal so you're not sore or you won't enjoy this as much as I intend for you to," he said lowering his mouth between her thighs before she had a chance to protest. She gasped feeling his tongue sliding intimately between the same folds his fingers had earlier. Embarrassment made her push back trying to slide further across the bed. Feeling him gripping her hips she groaned when he sucked her sensitive clit into his mouth, his tongue dancing over it quickly, forcing any other thought from her mind other than his touch. Gypsy Designs Ch. 07 Feeling her relax he moved his hands from her hips to between her thighs, opening her to his probing tongue, tasting the sweetness that met his mouth. Licking her deeply, wanting to heal the pain and tightness of losing the protective barrier deep inside. He chuckled against her when she wiggled, again moving across the bed. The vibration made her gasp loudly, her fingers threading themselves into his hair holding him against her. Her hips lifted involuntarily, seeking the touch of his mouth. She arched her back feeling the spasms spreading through her body again. Now knowing waves of intense pleasure would follow. Her breath caught in her throat feeling him suck the hardened nub of her clit into his mouth nibbling at it with his teeth gently pushing her rapidly over the edge. Her orgasm ripped through her as if crested waves. He lapped the wetness from her while she withered beneath his mouth. Lifting his head he met her eyes before moving to kneel on the bed between her thighs. Sliding his hands under her he lifted her hips until she was resting on his knees. Shifting forward slightly he nestled the swollen head of his cock against the slick swollen wetness of her. Watching her he pushed forward gently, just the crown of his cock easing into her body, waiting for her to adjust, stretching her tightness. Pulling back slightly her pushed in further, moving inch by inch into the hot slickness that was enveloping him. "Caydn my god, don't wait, now please now," she begged him, her eyes locking with his, her hands reaching for his arms her nails digging in, her back arching trying to take more of him inside her. His eyes never left her face when he thrust forward sharply, burying himself completely. His cock coming to rest against the spongy softness of her womb, the tight banded muscles rippled along his length. He saw the flash of pain mixed with pleasure as it passed over her face, holding himself still he waited until she opened her eyes to meet his before moving again. She opened her eyes feeling his body trembling deep inside her, his cock and his body touching her body and mind. "Kiss me," she whispered reaching for him. Leaning forward he let go of every hold he'd had on himself. His mouth met hers savagely, capturing the deep gasp when he pulled back before stroking deeply into her again and again. Holding her face in his hands he thrust deeper, grinding the length of his cock against her clit making her gasp with each stroke. He'd denied himself for so long, not allowing himself to need or touch anyone other than the occasional release until now. She'd embedded her self not only in his mind but was now surrounded his body. His shaft burned as if embedded in molten lava, she was burning her way deep inside him. Emotion ripped through him knowing he'd never he able to touch her again without wanting the tight wetness of her body surrounding him or her taste on his lips from where he'd licked her body and mind to pleasure. Feeling the rippling spasms starting in her womb he growled slamming into her harder, deeper pushing himself to her womb knowing he'd empty himself into her branding her as his forever. She turned her head, meeting his eyes, hearing his thoughts while they teased across her mind, his body pushing hers toward the peak of pleasure. She knew the intensity of his feelings frightened him. She'd felt his incisors length as his need to consume all of her built. Arching her back and turning her head, she offered him her throat, stroking his mind with her need for him to take all of her not just physically and mentally, but internally as well. He roared opening his mouth, his tongue dancing along the throbbing pulse she offered. His body shook violently feeling the burning seed threatening to erupt. Lowering his mouth he kissing her neck, refusing to take what her offering, knowing she was so totally innocent. She screamed with the release of her pleasure, the pulsing rush of his seed exploding into her. He continued thrusting into her, burying the throbbing head at the entrance to her womb filling her with everything he had to offer. He dropped his head to her chest suddenly shocked at what he'd done. Flashes of how savagely he'd taken her filling his mind, making him ashamed of his actions, of his need and desire for her. The sight of her bruised lips making his heart wrench, the tinge of pink from the split on her lip from his teeth deepened the feeling of failure. Closing his eyes he tried to block the anger he felt at himself. Gypsy threaded her hands into his hair pulling his face up to hers. Meeting his eyes she kissed him gently. Running her tongue along his lips tasting the tangy sweetness of her own blood mingled with the musky maleness that was him. "Don't do that," she said firmly. "You took no more than I offered, and not even all of that. No more than I begged from you. If there has to be blame then it's mine for demanding so much." He kissed her gently, pulling back to look at her, "if I'd taken all do you realize I'd will never allow anyone else to touch, ever," he told her seriously. "I couldn't, you'd be inside my body and my mind and there's nothing short of death that can make that go away." "Well I suggest we both be very careful because death doesn't sound like any fun at all," she said with a smile. Giggling when he turned onto his side pulling her with him, his body still buried deep within hers. "Gypsy sleep please, let me hold you. You sleep knowing you'll always be safe," he whispered against her hair when she sighed, nestling her face against his throat and slipping into an exhausted sleep. He listened to her whispered thoughts as she slept. His teeth ground together feeling the trembling spasms that still rippled along the tightly muscled sheath surrounding his cock. She sighed softly, trying to contain the giggle hearing his raging thoughts about tying her if she didn't hold still. Shifting her leg that rested over his, she bit her lip feeling his cock twitch deep inside her. Focusing her mind and body on his hands stroking her lower back she wiggled closer, going back to sleep hoping for a repeat performance when they both woke up. Caydn released his breath when he felt her drift back off. As much as he'd like nothing better than repeating their actions, he knew her body would be sore if they'd continued. Closing his eyes he felt her heart beat against his chest as he went to sleep content for the first time in centuries. Gypsy Designs Ch. 08 Waking up slowly she stretched, stopping when her hand came into contact with Caydn's chest. Sitting up quickly, she looked around, almost shaking her head to clear her mind. She met his sleepy eyes, blushing when memories of the night before her. "Good morning Gypsy, or should I say afternoon," he grinned, pulling her down brushing a kiss on her cheek. Sighing she rested her head against his chest alarmed at the lethargic sensations radiating from him. "Caydn what's wrong?" she asked propping on her elbow to look at him. He brushed her hair back from her face, "nothings wrong, but for me this would be the same as my waking you in the middle of the night when you need your sleep," he explained. "I still have some hours before this passes. You go ahead and do what you need to do and I'll sleep," he whispered against her mouth, kissing her again. "Now go before I forget I need sleep and not you again," he laughed when she blushed, crawling from the bed. She grabbed his robe from the chair beside the bed. Tiptoeing to the door, closing it gently behind her before she took a deep breath, leaning against the door she ran her hands through her hair. Her body tingled all over, muscles she didn't even know she had protested when she stretched. Memories of his hands, mouth and body rushed over her making her nipples harden just at the thought. She blushed remembering her boldness. "Gypsy go away woman," he said through the door making her laugh before she walked out of his study heading to her room. "Well good morning dear," Sophie said walking out of the larger study, "Or I guess I should say good afternoon, since it's four o'clock" she chuckled seeing Gypsy's expression, looking like a child who'd got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Gypsy glanced down at the robe she was wearing wishing she could vanish into thin air knowing what this had to look like to Sophie, "I was just going up to grab a shower and get dressed," she said quickly, "I didn't want to bother grabbing my clothes and keeping Caydn awake any longer then I had to,' she shuttered realizing she just admitted to being naked in his bed. "What I meant was I, oh never mind I'm going to take a shower," she said turning and running up the stairs hearing Sophie's laugh following her. Walking into the kitchen she glanced at Sophie who was sitting at the table making a list. She turned and stuck her head in the refrigerator looking for the orange juice hoping Sophie wouldn't comment on seeing her coming from Cadyn's room. "Did you have trouble with nightmares last night?" Sophie asked not looking up from her list. "No, I didn't thankfully," she answered walking over to sit at the table across from her. "Sophie I want you to know if I'd known any of this craziness would follow me. I would've never come and disrupted everyone's life," she said dropping her head to her hands. "Gypsy I'm sure you've heard the phrases, 'everything happens for a reason' or 'our fates and destiny, are mapped out at birth'. I absolutely get sick at my stomach thinking what could've happened had you not been here for Caydn and the others to protect," she said firmly reaching across the table taking her nieces hand. "If Barton's as sick and twisted as they think he's become, you wouldn't have been safe no matter where you'd gone. The man has a blood tie with you, that'd allow him to find you even if you didn't want to be found," she explained. "I know all of this has to be overwhelming. Thankfully when I was growing up I knew protectors through my parents. They were friends and acted as their aids when the need a rose. When I met Vince this was a natural thing for me to wrap my life around. For someone who had no clue or even a thought of it I can't even imagine," she said shaking her head. Gypsy shuttered at the thought of having to face Barton by herself, as much as she hated to admit it. "I wish my dad had been able to tell me, or at least Grandpa Victor had told me when I was growing up. For some reason I suddenly feel like I missed out on so many things," she said softly. Sophie stood up, walking around the table leaning down hugging Gypsy tightly. "You know I think fate was working over time when it gave me the suggestion for you to come live here," she grinned. "Otherwise something else would've come along if it hadn't been meant to be. The same thing goes for Caydn showing up after not having spent more than two consecutive nights in this house in over three years," she laughed, patting Gypsy's shoulder. "I've got to get dinner started so when Vince finishes his therapy he can rest and have dinner before everyone wakes up this evening," she said walking into the pantry. ******************************** She spent the rest of the afternoon helping Sophie make her mouth watering lasagna and a large watercress salad. Laughing she snatched a chunk of crusty bread, spinning around she stopped seeing Caydn standing in the door way. Glancing toward the window she realized it was dark outside. She waved at him since her mouth was full and talking wasn't an option. "Sophie's gone in to get Vince?" he asked. Walking over to stand in front of her, at her nod he slipped his hand under her hair pulling her against him before brushing a kiss on her forehead. Swallowing her stolen treasure, she reached for her glass on the counter taking a drink to wash the bread down before looking back up at him. "Good morning," she smiled, "Yes Sophie and I made lasagna. She let Vince nap after his therapy so he'd be up this evening when everyone got here," she explained. Caydn ran his hands down her arms to her wrists, pulling them up until they were wrapped around his neck. Settling his hands around her waist he pulled her against him, brushing his face against her hair, breathing her scent in. Leaning her head back she met his eyes for a second before dropping her gaze to his mouth, sighing she leaned into his kiss. "Well I'd say things have changed around here," Christian laughed, following Megan into the kitchen. Glancing at him over her shoulder, Gypsy smiled, "What makes you think this hasn't been happening?" she laughed at the stunned expression on Christian's face, laughter bubbling from Megan. "He seems to think he knows everything doesn't he?" she asked looking back at Caydn whose expression was smug. Stepping back when she heard Sophie and Vince coming into the kitchen, she blushed. Turning her back she busied herself getting plates and glasses for dinner. Caydn drank coffee enjoying the banter while Gypsy ate with her aunt and uncle. Megan told her she'd done some web searching, finding a company locally that sold fabric by the bolt. She also had some ideas for a few of the designs Gypsy had created, and they'd look at them later. "Gypsy I'm going out for a while with Christian. You and Megan can use the computer in my office," he said reaching for his leather jacket hanging near the door. Finishing her drink she looked at him then at Megan before turning back. "I want to go," she said glancing at Sophie who seemed to choke. Christian stopped as he was leaning down to kiss Megan, "You want to what?" he said staring at her. "I said I want to go," she repeated looking back at Caydn, "it isn't like I don't know what you're doing. So I don't see what the big deal would be. Unless of course you're planning on going to a strip club, and you and Christian would rather have your time with the ladies private. Megan and I'd only be in the way, if that's the case," she smiled hearing the gasp from Megan and the groan in Christian's throat. Caydn laughed knowing she'd planned her last statement well, the expression on Megan's face when she pushed Christian away from her priceless. "Gypsy I really don't see why you'd want to go. You also know very well I don't frequent 'strippers' as you so eloquently put that," he chuckled. "We won't be gone long so there really isn't any need in you and Megan getting out when it's cold and threatening freezing rain and snow tonight." Sophie glanced at Vince, squeezing his hand before glancing back at Caydn. "You took Jazleen when she was younger, long before she ever met Phillip and she wasn't any trouble, or should I say much," she said with a smile. "I really don't see where as Gypsy would be a problem unless of course you might have other plans while your out." Rolling his eyes Caydn sighed, "you know as well as I do madam the only reason I agreed to take that devil child of yours was the fact that she'd gotten into my emergency supply and replaced all of it with that god awful beet juice." He said shuttering at the thought, "it was take her or never know when she was going to do that again and leave me in a very bad situation," he finished with a huff. Christian laughed, "She was a minx even when she was young I can see," he shook his head. "I can vouch for Megan. She wouldn't be a problem if she went but it'd be your call if Gypsy were to go with us," he said seriously. "You two will stay in the car," he said pointing at she and Megan. "Not a sound, not a question nothing just sit there as though your statues, and just ride," he grumbled. "Get your jacket Gypsy, its damned cold outside," he snapped turning to storm out of the house toward the garage. She ran upstairs and grabbed her jacket and her scarf coming back into the kitchen putting them on with a smile. "Gypsy I want you to remember what you've asked to go along on. This isn't a trip to the store," Sophie said her tone serious, "What I'm saying is don't let this change your opinion of Caydn or anyone, do you hear me?" she said squeezing her nieces hand as Caydn stepped back into the kitchen. "I warmed the car up. Gypsy doesn't have the ability to adapt to extreme temperatures as we do," he explained for some insane reason he thought shaking his head. "Are you ready or have you changed your mind?" he asked seeing Sophie holding her hand. Gypsy met his eyes, "No Sophie was just reminding me I'd asked to go and making sure I understood," she said turning back to Sophie brushing a kiss over her cheek. "Thank you," she whispered in her ear. She followed Megan out, grinning when Christian opened the back door for Megan, allowing her to sit in the front with Caydn. She noticed they were driving the car Phillip and Jaz used while in town, the windows darkly tinted not allowing a view of the cars occupants. "Is there a particular reason we're using the car that looks like it's with the secret service?" she giggled when Caydn glanced at her one brow raised pulling out of the driveway. "Well my sports cars still in the garage in the city. It would also be rather uncomfortable to fit four in it," he said sarcastically. "The SUV is rather as inconspicuous as driving a tank I thought this would be a nice selection and I'd prefer not having anyone wandering the streets see you and Megan along," he said seriously. "Barton might have left town but since we aren't sure. We also don't know if he hired someone to watch your activities, all precautions are good ones," Christian said from the back seat. Gypsy felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end and her stomach knot when she remembered Barton, but that only lasted for a second before she was furious. "You mean I'm a prisoner in the house when ever one of you isn't with me don't you?" she snapped turning to look at Caydn and glance at Christian. "Let me tell you something, that old bastard isn't going to make me hide inside like a scared child." She said snapping her mouth shut, turning to stare out the windshield. "I did enough damn hiding when I was growing up from both he and my mother I'll be damned if I'm going to let him do it to me again." "What do you mean hiding from he and your mother?" Christian asked leaning forward. She shook her head, "Christian can we talk about it later I'd like to enjoy the drive right now," she said glancing back at him, her eyes asking silently that he agree. Megan pulled Christian back squeezing his arm slightly. "Caydn can you turn right at this stop sign?" she asked with a chuckle. Caydn looked in the rearview mirror at Christian and laughed, "A new navigation system this evening?" Nodding Christian wrapped his arm around Megan, "She's trying out her skills while she has the chance I thought this would be a good opportunity," he explained. "There on the left," he said he pointed. Caydn pulled into the parking lot near the phone booths. Three burly men stood arguing along side their cars across the parking lot from them. "Something doesn't feel right, but what's new?" Caydn said shrugging his shoulders. "Gypsy, you and Megan stay in the car, keep the doors locked," he said firmly meeting her eyes. "Not a word not a sound. I'd prefer you closed your eyes or looked the other way," he chuckled opening the door following Christian who'd already started across the parking lot. Megan reached between the seats tugging Gypsy's hand back to hers, "Are you sure you really want to be here?" she asked. "It's taken me awhile to get use to it all, and I really haven't had a choice in the matter," she chuckled, suddenly squeezing Gypsy's hand tightly snapping her head around to look out the window. "He's got a gun," Gypsy gasped. Her eyes locked on the large man standing off to the side, at the back of one of the cars. "We've got to tell them before someone gets hurt," she said reaching for the door handle. "No," Megan snapped, "Christian knew the minute you said it." Watching Christian and Caydn face the large man, his expression one of fury, waving the gun around at each of the four men standing in front of him. "I told you something didn't feel right," Caydn said sarcastically leaning toward Christian. "I'll take these two, you work on superman here. Obviously his fury isn't going to make him as cooperative as he should be," he said under his breath. The man turned his attention directly to Caydn having heard him say something, "Didn't I tell you to keep your damn mouth shut?" he snarled, "you two got no business butting in, this ain't your business," he spat on the ground raising his gun directly at Caydn. "If you think a couple extra bodies is gonna to keep me from sleeping you're wrong," he grinned flashing even white teeth, his eyes moved quickly over the other men before coming back to rest on Caydn. Caydn felt the newest addition to the group long before anyone else was aware he was there. Nodding silently he saw Christian make the same acknowledgement. Stepping to the side quickly he slammed Gypsy with the order to duck, hoping for once she listened to him without question. "I think this gentleman needs a lesson in what keep the conscience clear, what do you think?" Lucien said his voice almost a roar when he stepped from what appeared to be thin air to stand behind the gun welding man. Christian and Caydn moved rapidly to the two other men when the man jumped hearing someone behind him. Squeezing the trigger he fired three shoots, the sound of shattering glass and the unmistakable sound of female voices following. Caydn rendered his victim unconscious rapidly, glancing toward the car seeing Gypsy jumping from the car shaking fragments of glass from her hair. Looking at Christian who'd also disabled his man, chuckling when he heard Megan swearing. Lucien lifted his head from the throat of the gunman to stare at the women who'd jumped from Caydn's car. "You brought women?" he snarled moving his eyes to meet Caydn's, "whose fucking hair brained idea was that?" Christian dropped his head to finish what they'd originally set out to do. While feeding, he wiped the man's mind of the events, directing him to find a better path in life or suffer the consequences. Resting the man in a sitting position against the car, Caydn cleared the man's memory of what had taken place. Taking a deep breath, knowing the rest of the evening wasn't going to be as calm as this encounter. Turning toward the car he was thankful Megan was keeping Gypsy occupied, helping her remove the shattered glass from their clothes. Pocketing the gun, Lucien carried the larger man to the edge of the parking lot. Clearing most of his memory, altering what remained. Dropping him in the grass unceremoniously, administering a few well placed upper cuts that had the man been conscious would've knocked him out cold. Satisfied with the rapid swelling and discoloration spreading along the man's jaw he turned back to the others standing in the parking lot. "Caydn since I know you as well as I do I'd have to say this odd habit of bringing a few pieces of entertainment along for the ride, would've been Christian's idea," Lucien snorted wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. Stopping short he saw the slender long legged woman glaring at him, words and accusation ricocheting around his mind. "Who in the hell do you think you are, the avenging angel from hell maybe?" Gypsysnapped meeting his eyes for the first time. If it hadn't been for the adrenaline rushed through her body and her mind she would've taken a step back the instant she met the stark ice cold silver eyes. But after the excitement and fear for Caydn, common sense wasn't high on her list. Megan spun on her heel from Christian to face the larger man also, "Yeah who in the hell are you? And for your information Christian would've never done anything to place either of us in danger," she added her question and comment to Gypsy's. Lucien threw his head back and laughed while both women stared at him. Christian and Caydn both shook their heads knowing this was going to be a very long night. "This long legged beauty has got to be Victor Chordane's granddaughter," he said seeing Caydn's nod of confirmation. "But this young lady I don't think I was aware of," he said looking toward Christian. "This is Megan, my life mate," Christian said reaching out pulling Megan to his side, his arm coming to rest around her back protectively. Seeing the protective action Lucien chuckled, "Christian it seems like centuries since we've sparred over a woman's charms. Never would I think to pursue someone's mate, so rest easy my friend," he said smoothly. Gypsy stepped back from Caydn when he moved beside her, her rage still boiling. "How do you know who I am?" she snapped, "Are you someone else Barton's sent to do his dirty work? He wasn't able to do anything more then put a bruise on my forehead and break a few windows." She snorted spinning around to face Caydn. "It looks like the concept behind tinted windows has been shot to hell along with the windows of your car," she pointed to the sleek sedan surrounded by shattered glass. "I've had enough excitement for the week. I'm going to walk home," she said firmly spinning on her heel, starting toward the sidewalk and away from the group who stood staring at her. Caydn tossed the keys at Christian, shaking his head he glared at Lucien, "You riding or you walking?" he asked before he went after Gypsy. "I think you'd be better off walking," Christian said over his shoulder taking Megan's hand leading her to the car. "I'm not in the mood to put up with you and I think you'll learn more walking with them if you can catch up," he laughed seeing Caydn trying to calm Gypsy down. Lucien moved quickly, stopping when he was directly behind Caydn, causing Gypsy to gasp when he seemed to appear from no where again. She frowned, "What do you want again?" she said with a growl. "I know who you are but that doesn't mean I have to give a damn about your being here," she said rolling her eyes at Caydn. She turned, this time to walk across the street to avoid the two men. "You always did like to make an entrance didn't you?" Caydn said glaring at the large imposing man who was laughing. Gypsy Designs Ch. 08 "Phillip must have been mistaken when he told me how taken with you the girl was," he laughed. "Or could it have been the other way around and he just told me wrong?" he chuckled nodding to let Caydn know Gypsy was much further ahead of them than was good. "Damn it," Caydn muttered running across the street, moving quickly until he caught up with her. Settling into her pace he and Lucien flanked her while they finished walking back to his estate. "My god if I thought anything like this could've happened I would've never goaded Caydn into letting the two of you go along," Sophie was telling Megan when Gypsy stormed in the back door. Seeing her Sophie grabbed Gypsy spinning her around so she could look at her. "That's it you're not leaving the house or the grounds until Barton's been put in a box some damn where," she said her voice shaking, reaching up brushing her finger over a deep scratch on Gypsy's check from the broken glass. Gypsy sighed wrapping her arms around the woman, "Sophie I'm okay I promise. Caydn and Christian made sure we were safe,' she said hugging her aunt tightly. "Sophie if nothing else the shots hitting the car were my fault. I wasn't aware these morons had taken the women out with them," Lucien said stepping into the kitchen. Wiping the tears from her eyes Sophie looked up, "Lucien you of all people, how did you let that happen?" she asked quickly stepping toward him taking his out stretched hand. "Sophie you know if I'd known I would've made them my first priority, letting these two whelps to fend for them selves," he laughed hugging the trembling woman to him. "I'm glad you're here," Vince said from the table, "I'm just now becoming mobile. It's driving me crazy not being able to do anything to help protect them," he explained taking the large man's hand in a friendly hand shake. Caydn nodded to Christian who motioned for a drink, "What brings you here Lucien other than a call to Phillip?" Caydn asked leaning back against the counter his arms crossed over his muscled chest meeting the larger man's gaze. Taking the seat at the table Sophie pointed to, Lucien sat down before looking back at Caydn. "I actually received a call from Victor. I think the same night you spoke with him Vince. He told me what was happening or what he thought was happening. I called Phillip the following day confirming much of what Victor has said," he explained. "Victor asked if I'd come and see if I could be of some use since he's afraid Damone's still alive and some where in the states with Barton. He wanted to make sure his granddaughter was protected," he said glancing at Gypsy who still had her back turned, fussing over a tea kettle. "Why's everyone so sure that I can't take care of myself?" she said turning around slowly looking at each of them one by one. "Even if I need help, who's to say Caydn couldn't help me and that he'd need everyone's help?" she said shaking her head at Christian when he offered her a brandy. Lucien rubbed his brow frowning, "Is all that chatter you?" he asked Gypsy staring right at her. "Please tell me that bombardment of thoughts is intentional to drive me crazy and not simply an every day occurrence." He glanced at Caydn who'd started to laugh when he heard her huff of indignation. Gypsy immediately slammed her blocks up shutting herself off from everyone. Dropping her eyes to the tea she'd made she poured it in the sink. "Christian can I please have that drink?" she asked, "I can already see that living here with all these rude obnoxious people is going to drive me to drink," she snorted thanking him for the glass. Sophie looked around the room seeing all the different expressions. "Would now be a good time to tell you that Phillip and Jazleen should be landing right about now with Micah and Samantha? Or should I just let that be a surprise also?" she sighed. Vince patted her hand when Caydn snorted, turned and walked out of the room without a word. "I think we might want to move to the study so everyone can be comfortable. Then they can tell us what they found out," he said slowly rising from his chair reaching for the cane he was now walking with. Gypsy still stood against the sink while Vince and Sophie led everyone toward the study. Glancing up she saw Megan motion for Christian to follow, she'd be along in a minute. "Are you okay?" Megan said coming to stand beside her. Gypsy raised her glass to her before tossing back the remainder of the brandy. "I'll answer that only if you tell me if you could ever forgive me for getting you involved in all of this. If it hadn't been for visiting me you'd still have your normal life. Classes, work and all of the things you always loved to do," she said softly meeting her best friend's eyes. Megan set the brandy glass on the counter, taking Gypsy's hands. "There's nothing for me to forgive," she smiled when Gypsy looked up meeting her eyes. "I can't say or am even going to pretend I understand it all myself, but you know I'd mentioned before I always felt like I was searching for something," she said gently seeing Gypsy nod. "Well I don't feel like I'm searching anymore. If it hadn't been for you I wouldn't have met Christian. I'm not going to say that everything's been smooth," she laughed, "because they haven't been. I never liked restrictions in my life, now I just have different ones to get use to," she grinned. "I'm happy Gypsy, really happy," she said squeezing her hands. Gypsy wrapped her arms around Megan, "I'm glad you are," she giggled. "At least one of us can say this has put their life into perspective, mine seems to have a long way to go," they both laughed. The two women walked into the study arm and arm. Gypsy walked to Christian, leaning down she brushed a kiss on his cheek. "She's my best friend in the world, take care of her," she said just above a whisper, putting Megan's hand in his. Christian nodded, "You know I will," he smiled pulling Megan down to sit in his lap. Turning she walked over to stand in front of the fire passing Caydn's chair, not looking at anyone nor acknowledging they were even there. Rubbing her hands in front of the fire she glanced back over her shoulder at Lucien. "How's my grandfather?" she asked quietly, "it's been years since I've had a chance to visit him, I always did that with my father," she said her voice sounding sad as it faded. Lucien looked at Caydn who met his gaze then shrugged. "Victor's wonderful. He asked that I send his love and regards, if we had a chance to meet. He also told me a visit was long over due." He smiled when she nodded and turned back around to face the room. Caydn turned his hand over on the arm of the chair, without reaching his hand out, he waited for her to step toward him threading her fingers with his. Pulling her down into his lap he wrapped his arm casually around her after she settled herself. "Jaz called and they should be here in the next thirty minutes or so. She said they did have some things to tell us if you think you're up to staying awake to hear them." Caydn said gently meeting her eyes when she looked at him. She sighed, "Do I have much of a choice?" she asked. "It seems like all I've done since I've been here is disrupt the lives of everyone on not only this continent but all the others," she laughed bitterly. "What's some more bad news to add to the mix?" Sophie sat forward on the couch, "Gypsy that's enough right now," she said sharply. "I know all of this has to be overwhelming but that's also no reason to start feeling sorry for your self. I've seen you stand up tall and take on the burdens of the world when your parents were killed. You didn't once sit down and play the 'oh woe is me' act, it's less than appealing now," she said looking at her niece. Gypsy knew Sophie was speaking the truth but that didn't stop the feeling of embarrassment that flashed over her. Pushing up from Caydn's lap she shook her head, "If you'll excuse me," she said clearing her throat, "I have some work to get done. I'd like to apologize to each of you though, I'm sorry," she said before walking out of the study, going upstairs to her room, closing the door behind her. Vince held Sophie's hand, "Leave her be, she'll be fine and no you weren't wrong in what you said either," he assured her. "She's strong willed and as hard headed as any Chordane that's ever been born is all. She'll be down when she's ready," he said with a smile. Caydn leaned his head back on the chair closing his eyes. Gypsy had blocked herself completely as he knew she would. She needed some time to sort through everything that was going on around her. Hearing a chuckle he looked up meeting Lucien's stare, shaking his own head while he fought to not laugh. "I always knew that one day you'd find the perfect one to make you pay for everything you'd done in life," Lucien laughed when Caydn rolled his eyes. "I'm just thankful fate hasn't delivered to me the hellion that'll make me pay for my long list of sins yet," he silently toasted Caydn before tossing back his drink. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to try and talk to her and see if maybe she'll understand things a little clearer," Lucien said looking at Caydn to see if he'd allow it. At his nod he stood and took his leave. ************************** She kept stabbing the thread at the needle trying to thread it, her eyes blurred with tears. Sighing she wished she could climb out the window and escape into the woods. Taking a deep breath when she felt Lucien stop outside her door, she had to admit that wasn't an option. "I really don't want to talk about anything right now," she said softly knowing he'd be able to hear her. Lucien opened the door shaking his head with a grin, "I'd been told you were talented but I think even Victor underestimates your skills," he said closing the door behind him quietly. He knew without her looking up she was close to tears, her body language spoke volumes as she continued trying to thread the needle she held. Looking around the room he laughed softly. "Yes I was going to comment on the chaos your sitting in the middle of," he said when she lowered her blocks letting him hear what she was thinking. Wiping her eyes, tossing the thread to the table she looked at him as he leaned against the door. "Okay what do you want to talk to me about? Or if you'd prefer just let me hear it for myself and we can get this over with as quickly as possible. Then you can get back down stairs to the war planning room," she sighed. Lucien looked around, walking over lowering himself into one of the larger chairs, stretching his long legs out in front of him he met her eyes. "Is it true mental influencing does nothing but make your mind tickle?" he asked with a chuckle. "Has no one been able to push beyond those barriers to make it effective?" He said his voice dropping to a vibrating smoothness, deeper than Caydn's voice. Frowning she rubbed her forehead before she could stop herself. "Damn it I wish all of you would stop that. No it doesn't work and yes as you can see all it does is tickle and annoy the hell out of me." She looked at him, her amber eyes flaring when he threw his head back laughing. "Once again I'm so glad I can provide amusement. Now was there anything else or did you just have to come and try and test your skills along with everyone else who's tried it?" she said propping her elbows on her knees, putting her face in her hands. "What do you mean calling Christian and Caydn 'young whelps' and that they're no where near as skilled or powerful as you are? They can't be much younger than you. Hell you all look to be with in months of one another," she said sitting up seeing his eyes flash to her. "Yes I can hear things people don't want me to hear especially if they're close to me," she answered his thoughts. "Let me speed this along for you," she laughed, "Yes you already know about all of the testing and things that were done when I was a child by my mother and Barton. Grandpa Victor told you," she sighed. "You also know about what's taken place since I've been here. Both with Roland, then the other night with that dark coldness and the shattered windows at my new shop," she said rolling her eyes. "Of course Barton's coming into the shop and my being knocked across the room some how, so what else is there to tell you since you seem to know it all already?" she asked. Lucien leaned forward in the chair watching her closely, "Your father and I were good friends when he was growing up. Did you know that?" He asked quietly, "the scar Elliot had on his arm, from falling off a horse did he ever tell you I was with him when that happened and it was me who healed the wound for him?" He watched her face while she remembered flashes of her father and stories he'd told her. "Why did you leave out the fact you're the reason he fell from the horse?" she laughed. "Yes he told me, but he never mentioned your name or if he did I didn't remember it," she said quickly. "Your father and I had a connection that wasn't what ordinary friends would have or what most people think of as ordinary," he told her. "A blood connection?" she asked looking up quickly, hearing the words in his thoughts. "I'm not sure what you mean. You donated blood when he needed it at the hospital or something?" Lucien leaned back in the chair watching her closely, feeling her wandering through the memories he was opening for her. He and Elliot going into the mountains on horse back, camping near the river that came down from the top of the mountain. The water high and raging after the spring rains and winter snows had begun melting. "Do you know anything about what it means for someone of my race to exchange blood with someone from yours?" he asked gently. She shook her head slightly, "I know there was something of a blood exchange between Megan and Christian when she was hurt and dying. Because of that she was changed or converted or what ever the right phrase is," she said looking up at him. Her mind filed with the image of her father laying along the edge of the river his arm badly broken the bone through the skin and his blood soaking into the soft ground beneath him. "Did my father become like you when that happened?" she asked seeing the silver of his eyes flash when he smiled. "No Gypsy he didn't," he chuckled. "He would've allowed it but I knew it wasn't in his best interest to convert him. I gave him enough to make him stronger and also to heal rapidly since there was no way of getting him down the mountain and saving his life with as much blood as he'd lost," he explained. "But what that connection does, is it allows for a strong mental connection and bond to be between the two for as long as they're both alive." Seeing the confusion on her face he put his hands together closing his eyes for a second. "I was with your father when he died," he said slowly, "I heard his thoughts and felt his pain," he locked his eyes to hers. "He wanted me to make sure that you were safe and that Barton never had a chance to get his hands on you. The man was corrupt and evil and would do anything to increase his wealth and standings," he explained when her face turned white. "You couldn't stop it but you had to experience it," she said her eyes welling with tears. "The day I got the call telling me they'd been killed, I didn't want to get out of bed," she said with a deep ragged sigh. "I was getting up when this rush of not physical pain but something else came over me. Sadness and sorrow was the only way I could've described it if I'd had to put it in words," she said looking up at him again. "I'm glad you were there with him on the mountain but I'm sorry you had to feel it that day." "Did you know my mother and Barton?" she asked. Her cheeks flushed when images of her mother throwing herself at Lucien flashed into her mind. Barton sitting back toasting Evelyn and Lucien while he watched his own daughter propositioning what he thought would be a rich catch to add to the family tree. "That's disgusting," she snapped closing her eyes frowning. "You knew what the two of them were like but you stood back and let me father marry her anyway?" she accused. Lucien chuckled, "I can honestly say stubborn and being hard headed is a family trait well engrained with all of the Chordane's," he laughed at her expression. "Your father thought he'd found the woman of his dreams. Satan himself couldn't have told him otherwise even knowing what he did, he simply found it easier to blame me and accuse me of trying to take her for myself. I knew right then that nothing I'd say or do would change his mind. For years he and I had no contact with one another until one of the many trips that you made with him to visit Victor," he explained. "You met me when I was there?" she looked at him hoping he'd say no, but from his laughter she knew better. "I can honestly say it was one of the highlights of my life when you tip toed out Victor's study so as to not be 'as loud'," he laughed when she closed her eyes and hung her head. "Okay that's enough of that," she said shaking her head. "I could've gone the rest of my life without having to face someone who knew or was there when that happened," she grinned. "Now what do you know about Barton and what ever is happening with me?" she asked. "Elliot was a great investment to Barton he found a few months after your parents married. Elliot didn't have the same ability you have to hear what people around him was thinking, but he had a gut instinct when he was right about something and almost one hundred percent of the time he was correct. This was a huge advantage in the business world of buy outs, mergers and take overs," he explained. "Barton made a few trips with Elliot when he went home before you were born and found a few less than savory characters to do business with. Along the way on one of his trips alone he met Damone." "What would Barton need with visiting someone they refer to as a sorcerer?" she asked propping her chin in her hands again. "I just can't see how the two would even meet casually," she said shaking her head. Lucien laughed, "Damone wasn't the 'black robe long white beard stirring a cauldron' type sorcerer," he chuckled. "He was a business man first and foremost so they met at a board meeting I think it was. They both had not only a thirst for power but a feeling of being highly superior to all other races and ethnicities. I honestly believe that that was what originally started the bond between the two." "I remember Elliot telling Victor he was concerned when Evelyn sent you to all those different doctors and institutes to be tested. Some of the names he suspected had been given to Barton by Damone," he said with a frown. "See your skills would've been an oddity to most but to Damone it was a red flag that you'd either been converted or had some type of blood bond with our race," he said quietly waiting to see how much she understood. Gypsy looked up quickly locking her eyes with his, "the bond came through my father from you didn't it?" she whispered already knowing the answer. Lucien nodded, "It's never been unheard of for a bond to be made between us and those who've spent their lives as protectors or guardians. Some eventually go through the conversion for one reason or another. Only recently have we noticed many with the same talents and skills you possess have some form of bond way back along their lineage," he said solemnly. She shook her head, standing and beginning to pace the room. "It's not your fault," she said glancing at him. "You're not the one who sent me to those people and took me to others when the first didn't give them the answers they wanted," she said softly. Stopping to stand in front of him she waited until he looked up. Gypsy Designs Ch. 08 "You're the reason I'm here. If you hadn't saved my father then I'd never have been born so I should thank you, and you shouldn't feel bad that," she smiled at him. "Should I let Caydn in or just let him listen from the other side of the door?" she laughed when Lucien heaved a heavy sigh laughing. Caydn opened the door frowning at both of them. He'd known both were aware of his being there for quite some time. "I should've known or at least suspected when I witnessed her strength and skills that I'd be cursed that it would be from you," he said glaring at Lucien when he stood up. Gypsy was stunned seeing the two men standing side by side. Caydn was by no means a small man at six foot five, but Lucien was easily two inches taller and she guessed about fifty pounds heavier in what looked to be nothing but pure muscle. His eyes a shining silver where as Caydn's as black as obsidian that from time to time glow a deep dark mahogany. Each had long hair, Caydn's jet black and Lucien's a dark rich brown that would look black if they weren't under the bright lights of her room. Lucien chuckled, "Gypsy I suggest you find something else to think about. So I don't have to remind this one who it was that always bested the other when we went head to head," he said nodding toward Caydn whose eyes were glowing fiercely. "Phillip and Micah have arrived. Now would be as good a time as any for us all to go down. Then I can tell everyone what Victor told me about Damone and some bits about Barton," Lucien said stepping to the door hesitating for only a second laughing when he saw Caydn stepping beside her. She watched him walk out of the room before turning to meet Caydn's eyes. She gasped when he pulled her sharply against him, his mouth covering hers, kissing her deeply making her purr in the back of her throat. He stepped back enjoying the stunned expression on her face and the fact the only thoughts he heard flooding her mind was thoughts of him and the sensations rushing through her body at his touch. "It's nice to feel macho isn't it?" she giggled before she turned and moved quickly out of the room, leaving him to follow her downstairs. ***************************** Vince was shaking his head when she walked into the room. "Why didn't you or Elliot ever tell me about that?' he was asking Lucien who'd apparently given the news of the bond he and her father had. Lucien glanced at him as he poured himself a glass of brandy. "Why should we? Was it important? If so then why'd you never bother to tell him of your bond with Mikyl, Caydn's father?" he asked with a chuckle, tossing the deep amber liquor back. Vince dropped his eyes and head quickly not wishing to meet the questioning stare from Caydn. "Fair enough, now what other information do you have that might be of interest?" he asked squeezing Sophie's hand. "This is beginning to sound like one of the most intricate spider webs ever woven," Christian smiled and shrugged when everyone turned to look at him. "Hey don't look at me I'm the only one who managed to find a mate that wasn't predestined and already a tiny thread in this web," he grinned patting Megan's shoulder. Lucien sat down on the couch stretching his legs out in front of them, crossing them at the ankle before looking at Megan. "How's your aunt Sara?" he asked quietly. Megan snapped her head around to stare at Lucien who was looking at his nails as if he was in need of a manicure. "How in the hell did you know my aunt's name was Sara?" she asked her voice a whisper. "No one knew that was her real name. Everyone called her Elisabeth after I went to live with them," she said glancing at Christian wondering what this was all about. "Are you going to say that Megan is Rachel and Bacturn's daughter?" Christian said standing very still staring at Lucien. Lucien nodded, "When Bacturn died before Rachel's conversion was finished, then later after having given birth Rachel passed away, her family said that it was because she was cursed for falling in love with a devil," he said softly. "They went to a small convent and gave the baby to them, telling them that she was from the seed of the devil and that only the good sisters could convert her into a good god fearing Christian. Rachel's family never went back to see if the baby survived. They never knew Sara, Raquel's oldest sister, and her husband had sent someone to retrieve the baby from the convent," he explained. "You were raised by your aunt Sara who everyone then knew as Elisabeth in southern Italy," he said clearing his throat. "How you came to be in the United States and going to school with Gypsy I don't know. But of your birth and where you originally came from I do know," he smiled at Megan. Christian stared at her for a second before glancing at Caydn, "I told you she looked familiar," he said turning to Phillip who was nodding also. Phillip sat forward in his chair looking at Megan, "We all knew your father, but none of us managed to put two and two together even when you mentioned having been raised in Italy," he told her. "You only thought you'd been left out Christian," Caydn laughed at the stunned expression on his friends face. "That would also be why during the conversion everything went as smoothly as it did," he slapped Christian on the back. "Now where the temper came from that send vases crashing into your skull when Megan found out what you'd done without consulting her, I think I'd be safe in saying that's her father coming back to haunt you," he laughed walking over to sit on the arm of Gypsy's chair. After the shock of learning Megan's history, the men began talking and putting all the pieces that they knew about Damone together. Gypsy asked the women if they'd like coffee and lead the group into the kitchen. "I don't know about the rest of you but my head was not only spinning but hurting trying to keep up with everything and everyone," she said turning the coffee maker on. Megan stepped be side her wrapping her arm around her shoulder, "I told you I'd been looking for something," she laughed. "Now I definitely know why," she put her head on Gypsy's shoulder, the two friends hugged tightly, happy for the other finally have some answers to years of unanswered questions. Jaz looked up from the table, "Oh my I almost forgot Gypsy! While we were in Houston Samantha and I did some shopping and we brought you some things," she smiled looking at Samantha who was beaming also. "It'll be delivered tomorrow," Samantha said leaning back in her chair looking pleased with herself. Gypsy looked at the two women not sure which one to question first, "Okay but I'm going to tell you right now if this is a long lost family member, send it back right now," she laughed seeing the women shaking their heads laughing. Jaz glanced at Samantha who nodded, "Okay it's no where near as dramatic as what's been going on tonight but I think you'll love it," she said pulling some papers from her bag on the table. "Samantha and I went out to do some shopping while the men were doing their thing. We found this new boutique near the hotel we were staying at," she said handing the brochures to Gypsy and Megan. "The woman was closed but was still inside working so we knocked and asked if we could look around, since we were from out of town," she said rolling her eyes using her highly sophisticated voice. "Once we got inside, I noticed she had bolts of fabric lying on a table near the dressing rooms. I asked her where she'd gotten it. She said a friend who was creating some of his own dyed and designed textiles and had given them to her to use creating displays and window designs so people would begin seeing and becoming familiar with his stuff," she explained. "The dress I mentioned to you before we left, I found one of the fabric's that would be perfect for it. Before Jaz and I knew it the woman had called her friend to come over and meet us and we'd negotiated for five dozen bolts of fabric to be sent to you, and all he asked was we paying the shipping and handling," she laughed at the shocked expression on Gypsy's face. "Five dozen bolts?" Gypsy gasped trying to wrap her brain around how much fabric that would be, "How many different designs?" she asked speechlessly. Jaz handed her the paper she'd finally found in her purse. "Three bolts of each design, ten yards on each bolt. So that'll give you thirty yards of each fabric. In totally six hundred yards of fabric and twenty different designs," she said looking up from the numbers she'd written down. "He did ask that you let people know where the fabric came from, and when each item is completed send him some finished photographs so he can use them to promote not only himself but you as well," she said smiling. Gypsy sat down on a stool next to the counter staring at the brochure and papers Jaz had handed her, she was in shock. "Are they going to be shipped here or to the shop?" she asked quietly, glancing at Megan who laughed to Sophie who was wiping tears from her eyes, she was so proud of all of them. "I suggested that they have them shipped here since we didn't know what the status on the shop was after the encounter with Barton," Phillip said walking into the kitchen stopping beside his wife who was still beaming she was so glad she was able to help. "Oh hell, where can we put it?" Gypsy said looking at Sophie for some ideas. Caydn leaned against the doorway listening and watching as Gypsy tried to catch her breath. Jaz and Sam had told him while she was upstairs talking to Lucien about what they'd done for her. "You can have them put in the guest house," he said smiling when she spun around to stare at him. She shook her head, "I don't think Phillip, Jaz, Samantha and Micah would take kindly to me having a group of delivery men invading their sleep or piling bolts of fabric around them," she sighed. "It seems Christian's been busy with some work of his own," he said stepping over to lean against the counter. "Since neither he nor Megan have any family or 'extra people' wandering around during the day light hours. He's converted the bedrooms into safe sanctuaries Phillip and Jaz, Samantha and Micah will be staying in while they're in town," he explained. "He also suggested that for the time being you might want to set up the guest house for your business so if something happens you and Megan are not so far away." "Now I'm not only disrupting your life but I'm rearranging your home and your guests," she said softly with a frown. "That's why I rented the shop. So that I didn't have to have people visiting the estate and it would keep your privacy," she said meeting his eyes. "Gypsy I think it's not only a sensible idea, but a wonderful one so your aunt isn't going to be worrying herself into a fit every time you go off to work. It'll make me feel better as well knowing your close at hand," Vince said walking slowly into the kitchen leaning heavily on his cane. "I of course will leave the final decision to you but you've heard my thoughts on the matter. Now if all of you would excuse Sophie and I, I need to get some sleep, and I'm thinking my lovely wife could use some rest also," he said with a nod as Sophie walked beside him toward their apartment. "Daddy always had a way of wording that final decision speech so you already knew what it would be," Jaz laughed rolling her eyes. Christian looked at Lucien when he walked into the kitchen to join them. "I guess there's room for you to as long as you promise to behave and not have my own roof coming down on me," he laughed when Lucien sighed dramatically. "Thank you for the offer and of course I'll be taking you up on it. I seriously doubt Caydn wants me under foot here," he laughed before he stepped toward the door glancing back, seeing the scathing glare Caydn tossed his way. "Tomorrow it is then," he said with a nod stepping out the door to wait for the rest to follow. Gypsy hugged Jaz, Sam and Megan good bye before they filed out the door, to their cars, going to Christian and Megan's estate next door. ************************ Locking the door she turned, leaning back against the door meeting Caydn's eyes. "I keep causing all this chaos." She said softly turning out the kitchen light, "I never meant for all this to happen." "What am I going to have to do to convince you this isn't your fault?" he said walking across the kitchen to her. Reaching down he took her hands, pulling them up brushing a kiss over the back of each, before slowly stretching her arms up over her head, his hands pinning them to the top of the door. Leaning forward he smiled brushing his lips teasingly against hers, nipping at her bottom lip making her sigh. "We still have a few hours before dawn and everyone's gone. How would you feel about going out to soak in the hot tub and ease some of the tension from the evening?" he whispered against her mouth, "don't worry about not having a suit because I think skin's all that's required," he chuckled. She smiled up at him, enjoying his lips moving along her jaw line and down her throat, "where do you have a hot tub hidden?" She asked breathlessly. Dropping her hands he stepped back, "come here and I'll show you." He laughed opening the back door, pulling her outside behind him. "Wait don't we need towels or something?" she said in a whisper, so Sophie and Vince didn't hear them. Caydn walked around the side of the house past the pool. Opening a wrought iron gate along the brick wall, stepping in he held the gate for her, closing it when she was inside. "Wait right here," he said with a chuckle. Gypsy gasped when the lights flickered around the edge of what appeared to be a cover. "You have all kinds of hidden things around here don't you?" She laughed walking over, helping him move the cover aside, the steam boiling up to create a fog in the chilled night air. "Sometimes if I've had a long or stressful night and I don't feel like sitting in one of the local clubs. I come out here and relax, it seems to help," he said opening a cabinet pulling out two large towels, tossing them on the bench beside the sunken hot tub. She stepped into the shadows near the cabinet. Pulled her sweater off, tossing it on a chair situated near the wall. Kicking her shoes off, she glanced up just as Caydn stepped down in to the swirling waters, the soft glow of the lights reflecting off the hard muscled panes of his body. "That's not fair," she laughed, "you didn't wait for me." She wrapped the large towels around her dropping her jeans in the chair with her sweater, and then walked to stand at the edge of the tub. Reaching out he took her hand when she stepped into the water, tossing the towel aside just before it was in danger of getting wet. He laughed when she sat down quickly only allowing him a flash of her body before she sank into the water. "Shy?" he asked one brow rising, "I would've never guessed it," he winked at her seeing her cheeks flush with a deep blush. She splashed water at him settling back in the water sighing, "I'm sorry to disappoint you but I've never made it a habit of parading around naked," she said leaning her head back closing her eyes. Caydn moved beside her without a whisper of sound or a wave of movement in the water, "I think that might be a habit worth working on." He laughed when she snapped her eyes open and gasped. "Sorry but I thought it would be much nicer if I was sitting beside you, instead of all the way across on the other side," he said brushing his fingers along her arm with a wicked grin. Shaking her head she leaned over brushing a kiss on his cheek laughing. "You're going to be incorrigible tonight aren't you?" turning toward him, slipping her arms around his neck pulling his mouth to hers. "This is more of the acceptable habit I was thinking of," he said against her lips, before turning his head slightly, devouring her mouth. Moving back he pulled her from her seat until she was sitting across his lap, her head resting on his shoulder, his hand stroking lightly along her side from beneath her breast to her hip bone. She wiggled in his arms laughing, "That tickles," she said smiling up at him, resting her head on the edge of the hot tub. "You're as complex as hell," she said softly brushing her fingers over his lips, chuckling when he bit her finger tip. She gasped when she felt the sharp prick of her finger when she'd ran it over his lengthened incisors. Instead of pulling her finger back she allowed him to swirl his tongue over the wound, tasting the droplet of blood that escaped before healing it. Meeting his eyes she shivered feeling his eyes caressing her as his hands had done that morning. Moving toward him, she straddled his lap. Putting her hands on his shoulders she pushed him back against the seat. Rising to her knees she smiled when his eyes fastened on her breasts, she'd offered directly in front of his face. Caydn's fingers dig into her hips, fighting the urge to reach up cupping each breast before pulling one then the other to his mouth, suckling each nipple until she gasped from the pleasure of it. Instead he waited until she leaned forward, brushing her nipple against his lips, pausing long enough for him to circle the peak with his tongue before she twisted offering him the other hardened peak. Her head fell back enjoying the burning heat of his mouth surrounding her nipples. The rest of her exposed body shivered in the chill of the darkness. She gasped feeling him shift his hips slightly brushing against her body. The length of his cock sliding over her exposed clit, sending a bolt of lightening through her instantly. Wiggling her hips, she braced her elbows on his shoulders offering her breasts to him. She shifted her hips, rubbing herself along his cock, stroking him with the burning heat resting between her thighs waiting to be investigated. "Gypsy unless you want to drive me totally out of my mind. I'd suggest you lower yourself into the water some," he said gruffly, feeling her hips grinding in circles. The swollen head nestled at her slick hot center. Dropping his hands to her hips he growled when she lowered herself onto him. Slowly pausing, he slid into her inch by painfully delicious inch. He grabbed her hair floating in the swirling water, pulling her head back arching her breasts toward him. He buried his face between her breasts just as she took all of him deep inside her. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she moved slowly. Shifting her hips, grinding down onto him, making her groan when the swollen crown surged against her womb with each movement. Caydn bite each nipple sharply as she teased him. Not moving up along his shaft but grinding, embedding him deeper than ever, grinding her swollen clit against the base of him. Letting her hair lose he met her pleasure glazed eyes before her lips met his. Her teeth raked over his lips as she tugged them into her mouth, sucking and then stroking them with her tongue. Leaning forward she lifted her hips slightly taking his low deep groan into her mouth while kissing him. Her fingers found their way into his hair as she pulled her lips back from his before impaling herself yet again, her gasp rushing to meet his growl. She dropped her forehead to rest against his. She felt him grabbing her hips, holding her above him, shifting himself pushing deep into her, then pulling back, leaving her feeling the void her body cringing before him slamming home once again. Slowing his movements, he smiled at her before lifting her from his lap to stand in the center of the hot tub. His eyes locked with hers as he saw her watching him closely. Taking her hand he turned her around, her back toward him before pulling her back down into his lap. Pulling her head back to rest on his shoulder, his mouth brushed along the lines of her throat. While letting the warm water swirl around her heating the chilled flesh of her body, his hands traveling slowly over each curve. Gypsy Designs Ch. 08 Closing her eyes lost in the gently caresses, gasping when his hand moved down her stomach stroking directly across her swollen clit. Her back arched feeling him shift her in his lap, the length of his cock coming to rest directly against her. He continued sliding his fingers deeper and deeper into the crevices hidden between her thighs, teasing her. A low growl escaped him feeling the slickness from her coat his fingers. Lifting her ass higher in his lap, slipping his knees between hers he chuckled when she moaned. His fingers massaged the firm muscled flesh of her wide open thighs before moving back to resume their stroking against her fully exposed clit. Shifting her forward he drove upward, slamming into her fully in one stroke, burying the swollen crown at the mouth of her womb again. Letting his legs fall apart he opened her body to his exploring and stroking hands, while thrusting upward driving into her repeatedly until she was gasping for breath. Her first and then second orgasm ripped through her quickly at his pace. Her nails dug into his wrists. His one hand focusing on sending her over the edge again, the other holding her body pinned back against him allowing him to take her at his will. Reaching down she felt his hand rubbing intimate circles around her engorged flesh, further down she felt the surging pulsing shaft where their bodies met over and over again. Circling his cock with her hand she shuttered, hearing the savage growl that escaped him, feeling his cock swell until he was stretching her even further. He thrust upward savagely, so hard she came out of the water riding him, his seed erupting violently into her body as he felt her spasming around him, drawing it out with each clench and spasm of her inner muscles. Her head fell back, her throat bared for him as he fought for each breath, pouring himself into her as she accepted it, her hot slick muscles begging for it. Leaning down he buried his face in her throat, scraping his teeth over the tender flesh making her gasp at the erotic sting. His incisors scratched her, leaving thing red rivers of blood his tongue danced across tasting and sealing instantly. "Caydn, please," she said as another spasm hit her taking her breath away, "please." He fought the engrained need and drive to bury his teeth deep within the soft pale flesh that brushed against his mouth. His hunger and his passion having made his incisors grow dangerously long. Closing his eyes he took deep breaths to regain the control he needed when he touching her, her soft voice begging him to take more than he was afraid she knew she was offering. Turning her face away from him she gasped, feeling her emotions twisting when he'd pulled back from her mentally. 'Gypsy what's wrong?' he asked, his voice a whisper in her mind. She shook her head not trusting her voice, 'Nothing,' she let flash across her mind, a tear threatening to drop from her lashes. His heart twisted feeling her thoughts as well as hearing them. She thought he was rejecting her, felt she wasn't good enough for him was why he refused to take what she offered. Lifting her from his lap he stood behind her turning her into his arms. Lifting her face to his when she tried to bury it in his chest and sink down into the water. "Gypsy don't," he said quietly his eyes meeting hers, the large amber eyes swimming in the wetness of tears, reflected the swirling lights shining through the water they stood in. "You have no idea what your offer means to me," he said taking her face in both his hands, brushing a kiss over each eye capturing the tears before they fell. "But do you really know what it would mean?" he asked silently. "Do you know what you offer me?" "Myself," she said silently looking up meeting his eyes, before looking down at the dancing water again. Caydn groaned deep in his chest, the sound only reaching her ears as it tore him apart. Pushing her back to side of the tub he lifted her hips to the upper edge. Knelling between her feet and legs he locked his eyes with hers as he spread her open in front of him slowly. Dropping his head to her stomach he felt her lean back bracing herself on her elbows, her fingers tangling in his hair, tugging gently while he lowered his mouth to the sweet heated opening of her body coated with their combined juices. Lapping his tongue along the swollen folds of flesh, he felt her tremble against his mouth. Her body rocketed toward another orgasm, his tongue dancing over her clit, pushing her faster than ever before as he devoured her. She dug her fingers into his hair, gasping feeling the spasms deep in her body spiraling out of control. Meeting his eyes she saw his lengthened incisors. Leaning down he opened his mouth causing her to fight for breathe as they pierced the tender flesh of her upper thigh. Colors exploded in her mind, the pain lasted only an instant, replaced with an overwhelming surge of passion. Her body poured it's wetness out onto his waiting hand, his fingers pushing into her intensifying every sensation a thousand fold as he drank from her. He swirled his tongue over the puncture wounds, sealing them, healing them with his saliva after he'd taken what he dared from her. The sweetness of her sending a roar through his mind and body, she filled his every sense, her taste, her touch, her sound all mingling and combining with his own in his body and mind. "Don't ever think your not good enough Gypsy," he whispered against the skin of her inner thigh. "If anything it's me who isn't good enough," he said out loud for the world to hear. Gypsy slid down into the water from the edge, her arms going around his neck, their mouths met. The taste of their combined bodies a warm slickness on his lips. She closed her eyes hearing the roaring of her heart, feeling the racing in her chest. Feeling him lift her from the water, she rested her head against his chest gasping slightly when he bent down grabbing her towel, tossing it casually over her before he carried her into the house. Going directly into his room he laid her on the bed in front of him, his eyes traveling over her body, his hands and mouth following their path yet again. Gypsy Designs Ch. 09 I'm sorry for the delay. A house full of sick people has made writing and editing a chaotic experience to say the least. Lucien stood in the darkness a skilled sentential able to mask his existence so well, even someone as talented as Caydn wasn't able to sense his presence. He'd restrained himself from acting as a voyeur. The sounds and breathing he'd heard while sitting casually on the top of the rock wall surrounding Caydn's property had painted a visual image for him of what was happening so viewing wasn't needed. His heart tightened hearing the sharp gasp that had escaped Gypsy, knowing the purr that followed could've only been created by the pleasure of teeth sinking deep into soft yielding flesh. The erotic sensations that overwhelmed the senses, created that distinctive purr when someone gave themselves during such an exchange. He hoped Caydn knew what he was doing and more so that Gypsy understood what she'd offered and the consequences she'd experience in return. Protector and guardian was his place in this intricately woven web. One he took seriously and bound his life to its completion and success. Having heard them go inside he stepped through the gate, removing all traces of the lovers tryst, covering the hot tub, gathering forgotten clothing. Hesitating he felt the chill of evil lurking somewhere in the tree line, launching himself to the top of the wall he looked out prepared to meet anything, Damone or the mere mortal Barton sent to harm Gypsy or Caydn either one. Throwing his head back he released a silent roar, only heard by those of his kind and by those who dabbled in the evil arts. Those of his race would smile knowing a guardian was present. The evil ones would shutter in their skin, understanding he now stood in position ready to face them and remove them from this plane of life to another. Giving the walled in area one last look Lucien found himself shaking his head. Unlike Caydn, Phillip and Christian he'd chosen his path in life as that of a solitary being. He had the ability to live and walk among each race that lived but he'd not adapted himself to their life styles in order to remain among them. His time was spent high in the mountains of Romania when he was not doing what ever was possible to assure the safety of one of his own or someone connected to them. From time to time he would come down and join the local people or a gathering of those he'd known for centuries. For the most part he was a loner now. Being one of the elders allowed him this luxury. He thrived in his solitude. Leaping into the air he planned his surveillance of the surrounding area before retiring to Christian's for the coming day. Chuckling to himself he wondered how the sleek sports car he knew Cadyn kept would respond to his touch. It had been some time since he'd used his friends' adapted mode of travel as opposed to his own. *************************************** Gypsy sat back on the floor looking at the wild chaotic assortment of colors and textures surrounding her. Laughing she glanced at Sophie sitting in a chair frantically writing notes before tossing the paper and pen to the table beside her. "Can you believe all this?" Gypsy said shaking her head. "I've got to figure out where to put it," she closed her eyes. "It would be so much easier using the shop, but hell I hadn't even had time to have the shelves built there to hold fabric bolts," she fell back on the floor staring at the ceiling. Sophie glanced at her watch, "You were going to use that young man Vince gave you the number for weren't you?" she asked, smiling when Gypsy nodded yes. "Call him dear. Tell him there has been a change in plans. Have he and some of his crew come out today, and see what he says," she explained. "Who ever heard of a guest house having three bedrooms anyway," Sophie rolled her eyes, standing up walking to each door. "Have one room for fabric, I'm sure once they moved the furniture out, this room would work wonderfully with the racks you need lining the walls." She smiled, going to the next room, "this one a changing room for your clients." "Sophie what would Caydn say if I remodeled his guest house?" she asked sitting up. Watching her aunt with her paper and pen, making notes as she walked to each room, "I also have the shop I rented. And it comes with a years lease, leaning heavily on the option to purchase. What would I do with that space when I'm finally free to move around and not be locked behind the gates of the estate?" She made a face, giggling when Sophie frowned at her. "You know this is for your protection Gypsy. It's not meant to make you a prisoner or anything of those sorts. Surely you understand it's easier to maintain and contain one safe area than it would be two, especially with them so far apart," she explained. Gypsy stood up, walking over she squeezed Sophie's shoulder before walking to each door. Mentally visualizing what it would look like as she suggested. "I know, but I still can't help but feel that all this disruption is my fault," she sighed leaning against a door frame. "Do you really think Caydn wouldn't mind?" she smiled. "I can see this being where I'd do exclusive work. Maybe some time soon setting the shop up for everyday clothing, like a boutique of my own designs." "As I said, call the young man now and see if he can come out immediately. Tell him the work's for Vince. I'm sure you'll get a quick response since he's done many repair jobs over the past few years here for us," Sophie laughed when Gypsy pulled her cell phone out and dialed. "Well it'll be first thing in the morning before they can get here," Gypsy sighed. "But he said he'd bring three or four men with him and they'd be able to get started right then," she laughed. Stopping suddenly, noticing someone standing at the door of the guest house. Glancing at Sophie she nodded to the door, only to gasp when she looked back, the man was gone. She felt a chill move down her arms, the hair on her neck stood up when Sophie looked back at her questioningly. "I thought I saw someone's all," she said, casually running her hand up and down her arms trying to rub the chill away. "Lets go back to the house, take these lists you've made and see if Vince can help us with some designs for the shelves." She grinned, looping her arm in her aunt's walking toward the main house, her eyes surveying the grounds and tree line around them. *********************** Gypsy grabbed the car keys, assuring Vince she'd only go to Christian and Megan's coming back immediately with Jaz and Phillip in tow. Caydn laughed at her expression before nodding for Lucien to follow him, glancing at Vince and Sophie he noted their concerned expressions. Pulling up the drive of the massive estate she smiled when she saw the lights glowing in the darkness. She hadn't left Cadyn's since the last visit from Barton at the shop. Looking around slowly, she chuckled realizing she was acting as if Barton would jump out from behind each bush to confront her. Jaz met her at the door, "Come in," she smiled. "I have to see if Phillip is off the phone, then we'll be ready to leave," she said starting up the stone staircase. "Micah and Sam went to grab some pizza of all things," she laughed, "they said they'd meet us all there." "I think Christian and Megan are in the music room," Jaz said over her shoulder. "Just follow the sad classical music and I'm sure you'll find them. Megan should be about ready to strangle him again for trying to 'broaden her horizons' musically," she laughed, turning the corner toward the office Phillip was using. Gypsy followed the loud mellow music, stopping outside the open doors she decided to peek in first, making sure she wouldn't be in the line of fire if Megan was throwing things. Seeing Christian and Megan on the couch she opened her mouth to ask if it was safe to enter, but hesitated, stepping back quickly. Christian ran his hand down Megan's side, glancing toward the door, knowing Gypsy was right outside. His eyes closed briefly when Megan's mouth caressed his throat as she fed, sensing his distraction she was drawing him back to her mind and body. Pulling back slightly, Megan slid her tongue over the small wounds along Christian's neck, sealing them instantly. Sighing she leaned her body against his, feeling the rush of desire that went hand in hand with feeding from her mate. Turning suddenly toward the door, Megan's eyes locked with Gypsy's. Hearing Christian's chuckle she pushed back from him. "I decided that I might as well make use of the time he and I had, since he was going to make me listen to this boring music anyway," she laughed, motioning for Gypsy to come in. Gypsy looked at the back of the chair across from the small couch where they sat as she walked around it to take a seat. "I didn't want to disturb you, but Jaz is getting Phillip so we can go back to Caydn's. He and Lucien are meeting right now," she explained looking up quickly, meeting Christian's glance with a blush. Christian stood up, walking over turning the stereo off. "Why don't Phillip and Jaz ride with you, Megan and I will follow. I have a few things I need to do in town this evening," he said smoothly. "Not a problem," Gypsy stuttered as she stood quickly, avoiding meeting their questioning looks. "I should've called to see if you had plans, but I was in a hurry to escape even for a few minutes," she laughed nervously stopping at the door. "I'll just get Phillip and Jaz and we'll be gone," she almost whispered. Christian laughed quietly as they heard Gypsy telling Jaz she'd be in the car when they got ready, the door closing loudly as she went out. "What was that all about?" Megan said with a glance at Christian. "I've never seen her act like that. Wait!" she said turning to face him. "That's why I felt you pull back from me?" she asked, shaking her head. "Why in the hell didn't you tell me?" she demanded. Christian pulled Megan against him, brushing her hair back from her ear before nibbling seductively at the smooth skin directly beneath it. "How was I to know that living with Caydn and obviously more, she'd never seen someone feeding?" she asked innocently. Megan ground the toe of her boot onto the top of his foot, smiling in satisfaction when he groaned and jumped back. "You ass, you knew the other night was the first time she'd ever been around anything like that," she said accusingly. "I suggest you get your ass ready, let's get over to Caydn's so I can talk to her," she said turning, walking out of the room sharply. ******************************************* Closing the door to his private study, walking to the bar pouring himself a drink, silently offering one to the large man watching Caydn's every move. "Was there a reason for not telling me you'd been sent here as a guardian for Gypsy?" Caydn asked, turning to meet the silver eyes of his long time friend. "You knew I'd hear the call you sent out last night. The warning to any and all, that you'd taken your place, and were prepared for anything that comes," he said quietly, his voice deadly calm. Sitting behind his desk, he motioned toward a chair if Lucien should decide to take it. "Caydn we've known one another a long time. We've spent many years with one another. Did you think I wouldn't know your first reaction would be anger?" Lucien asked taking the offered seat. "I knew you'd feel as if someone, Victor mainly. Didn't think you capable of protecting her, but that isn't the case," he said firmly. Getting up he began pacing the room, "I've been in the area for a few days, feeling things out. Getting a lay of the land, also testing to see what does reside here, and what's foreign to the area," he explained. "I didn't want to walk in and simply announce why I'd been sent, and make you or anyone else feel you were thought beneath the skills needed to face and defeat this," he tossed back the drink he held. Caydn nodded, understanding what he was saying, appreciating the candor in which Lucien offered the truth to him. "What I don't understand is why all of the secrecy? Is there more of a threat then we've seen toward her? Is she in grave danger and we only think this is a game? Please explain it to me." Lucien sat down brushing his hair back from his face, since he'd not bound it back as was the practice of most, the lose flowing locks added to the menacing appearance, it was helpful in deterring the minions used as pawns by men who thought themselves above the rule and judgment of others. "It seems Barton found out Victor's taken the offered gift, that he'll now live on. From that day many have felt Barton's not above using the skills he learned from Damone to gain that gift for him self. His plan has been, or so the elders think, to use Gypsy. He thinks since she's had so many unexplained talents, that she'd been born as one of us." He explained meeting Caydn's eyes. "We know this is false, but the man's demented. There doesn't seem to be anything that will convince him other wise." Caydn looked into his glass thinking for a minute before looking back to Lucien. "My bond with you has grown stronger," he said quietly, knowing the man would understand his meaning. Nodding Lucien laughed, "Did you think I wouldn't hear her cries and not know? They were those of passion on a level only experienced with the sharing of blood," he chuckled. "I wasn't out there as a spy, but the situation just lended itself to more information being sent to me then either of us planned," he smiled at his friend who was rubbing his hand over his face shaking his head. "She's not taken from me, only I from her," Caydn said his tone grime. "It worries me how much more she'd know, and feel if we were to ever make the exchange mutual." "Would you deny her if she wanted more though?" Lucien asked. Already knowing Caydn was beyond being able to deny the long legged woman, nick named after the wild Romanians that roamed their country, anything. "She's strong willed, and equally strong minded. If she demands and you refuse, you know that doesn't bode well for peace in your life," he laughed at the pained expression on Caydn's face. "I've never been one to demand, I don't see myself starting now," Gypsy said stepping into the room, shocking both men. Neither had sensed her being there. "I seem to be a fast learner when I want to move undetected in a house full of security detection devices," she laughed walking over to stand at the edge of Caydn's desk. "When you told me last night about you and my father I decided to look inside and do some digging I guess you could call it. I found there's a slight path directly to you," she grinned at Lucien while Caydn growled slightly. Caydn noticed the look of concentration on her face, wondering also at the fact that her blocks were up more solidly than he'd experienced so far. "Is something wrong Gypsy?" He asked watching her closely, "Any problems on your trip next door to pick up the traveling circus participants?" She shook her head, not meeting his eyes, "Phillip and Jaz are in the kitchen visiting. Christian and Megan will be along in a bit. Christian said he had some business in town this evening," she explained. "Sam and Micah were pulling in as I walked down the hall." Lucien sat forward in the chair looking at Gypsy then Caydn, "I told you neither of us knew exactly how intelligent this woman was. But does she normally tip toe around without you even being aware she's there?" he laughed at Caydn's pained expression. Seeing his subtle nod, he knew he'd successfully changed the subject. "Normally it's done with the subtlety of a bull in a china shop," Caydn laughed when she huffed turning her back toward him. "It's been years since I've been around people who heard what was rattling around in my mind." She said looking at Lucien, "it took me a while to remember everything Grandpa Victor had taught me so I didn't have people ducking and grabbing their heads to block me out." She cut her eyes over her shoulder at Caydn while she intentionally slammed her blocks up against him to keep him out. "That doesn't work as well anymore," he grinned, making her realize he hadn't said a word out loud. Having pushed slightly he'd slipped in hearing soft whispers she'd been trying to keep back. The expression on her face kept him from searching out what was bothering her, preferring her to tell him on her own. Lucien leaned his head back laughing, seeing the shocked expression on her face and knowing what had taken place. "Before the two of you get into that discussion, tell me about the man you saw in the door of the guest house today Gypsy." He asked, seeing Caydn stiffen visibly, chuckling when Gypsy's mouth fell open. "I placed a few, lets just call them veils of protection and sentinels, around the places I knew you'd be today to help give me an idea of who or when things might be happening," he met Caydn's eyes. "Did you weave the names of those here into those? Or will we all have to wonder where the booby traps are?" Caydn laughed when Lucien rolled his eyes. "Would one of you explain what the hell you're talking about?" She snapped looking from one to the other, "I'd like to know what's going on especially since it's because of me its happening." "Why don't we take this discussion in and share it with the others, so I only have to go through it once?" Lucien said standing up walking to the door, "I'll meet the two of you in the kitchen since I can smell that wonderful coffee Sophie has made." He grinned, walking out closing the door behind him. "Gypsy, don't apologize to me again for 'disrupting my life' as you're so fond of saying," he chuckled. Getting up moving around the desk to stand in front of her, he looked down meeting her eyes, "if you haven't noticed, I'm enjoying this particular 'disruption' quite well." He said dropping his lips to hers, kissing her until he could feel her heart racing, her breathe coming in short pants. "Let's go in the kitchen and let Lucien fill us all in now that his position of guardian has been established and known to all here," he said taking her hand leading her into the kitchen. ******************************** Everyone was sitting in the kitchen as Lucien explained of the protection spells he'd placed around different areas of the estate. Not only there but also at Christian's mansion, to prevent anyone from trying to use Megan against Gypsy. Megan kept glancing at Gypsy, glaring at Christian when ever Gypsy refused to meet her eyes. Vince stood up, clearing his throat as he walked carefully to the sink. "I've requested Micah take Samantha, and return to England immediately," he said filling his glass before turning the meet scowl on Micah's face. "I told you, I was just as capable of protecting Samantha and the baby here as I was at home," Micah snapped, staring at Vince who didn't waver under the stare. Everyone's eyes snapped to Samantha while she shook her head. "Well so much for being able to make the announcement as a happy occurrence, but one where my husband and mate is foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog," she reached over pinching Micah making his yell. "Vince I agree, not as much for my own protection. The last thing anyone needs to be doing is adding me to the list of things to worry about," she said, taking Vince's hand when he came back to the table. "I know Micah would like to stay and help his brother and everyone protect Gypsy. I myself would love to be here, but I think we'd be an added burden. So with or without Micah I intend to leave tonight after I've had a chance to say my good byes," she said turning her eyes to Micah daring him to disagree. Gypsy smiled grabbing Samantha's hand, pulling her toward her room for a quick measuring session. Jaz and Megan followed her so they could talk before Samantha and Micah would be leaving. Gypsy Designs Ch. 09 Megan sat at the desk taking down the numbers as Gypsy welded her measuring tape with ease. "Would it be possible to make the gown allowing for alight alterations in case Sam needs them?" Megan asked with a sheepish grin when Sam frowned at her. Jaz laughed, "I can assure you Sam, you're going to need them before you know it. So I suggest you take the suggestion with a smile and just nod." She prodded her gorgeous blonde friend. "Gypsy you've been quieter than usual tonight, and the normal mind chatter is blocked. Is something wrong and you haven't told us?" Jaz asked looking concerned. Kneeling beside Sam she kept her head down, trying to concentrate on the numbers scattered along the tape measure. "I'm just busy is all Jaz," she forced a smile. Sam looked at Megan who frowned, then toward Jaz who also was looking confused. "Okay Gypsy something's wrong because you're broadcasting an energy that's as appealing as a wet woolen blanket in the summer," she said stepping back to sit on the arm of Jaz's chair. Gypsy looked down at the measuring tape in her hands, wishing she could be anywhere but there at the moment. "There's nothing wrong," she said with a sigh looking to Jaz and Sam. "It just seems as soon as I make a friend they leave," she made a face, relaxing when they all laughed. "Gypsy I know what you saw tonight. Do you want to talk about it?" Megan asked, propping her elbow on the table, waiting for Gypsy to look at her. Seeing the confused looks on Jaz and Sam's faces Megan started to explain. "When Gypsy came to pick us all up earlier, and she found," she said, stopping when Gypsy snapped her head up to glare at her, her face flushed. "I can tell it since I'm the ignorant one, maybe it won't make me sound as bad," Gypsy said with a deep sigh. "I walked to the music room, Jaz told me Mega and Christian were there," she said, her voice soft. "I hadn't meant to disturb anything, but it was obvious I did. That's it, all of it. No biggie, I'll just make sure I make lot's of noise next time I look for someone," she forced a laugh. Sam was looking confused, glancing from Megan to Jazleen. Seeing the knowing look on Jaz's face she knew she was the only one not fully aware of what Gypsy was talking about. Jaz slid out of the chair, sitting on the floor beside Gypsy. "I think we all forget our life style isn't something you've known very long, let alone had a chance to get use to," she said quietly, taking Gypsy's hand. "Next time you decide to remove Christian's clothes Megan, you might want to do it in your room and not the rest of the house," Sam chuckled, stopping when Gypsy made a choking sound, her cheeks flushing bright red. Megan couldn't help but laugh seeing Gypsy's discomfort at the situation increase. "I was feeding Sam. I assure you his clothes were safe at the time, just not himself." "I'm sorry Gypsy," Sam said sincerely, slipping down to sit beside she and Jaz on the floor, Megan joining the circle of women. "I remember not long after Jaz went through the change she asked me if it was normal to feel an overwhelming hunger. I can only imagine that's what was happening with Megan," she said smiling when she saw Megan's nod. "The other night was the first time you've personally witnessed the exchange isn't it?" Jaz asked, wondering at the silent gasp that escaped Gypsy before she dropped her head and nodded. Gypsy wished she could crawl under the carpet they were sitting on to avoid this conversation all together. How in the hell did Jaz know that she'd almost begged Caydn to bite her while they were having sex, she wondered. "When Micah told me that you'd gone with Caydn, Christian and Megan I think we all assumed that you'd seen this before," Sam said looking at the other women for their agreement. "Having been born to this life I can only imagine that the draw especially to a sexual creature such as Christian would have Megan stuck to him like a fly to paper," she laughed seeing Megan rolling her eyes, glancing toward the door. "I can assure you Sam I'd like nothing better, but it seems the woman has a strong will and only seeks me out willingly when the hunger reaches epidemic proportions," Christian said from the doorway, were her was casually leaning taking in the conversation. Pushing away from the door he walked over taking the chair Jaz had vacated. "Gypsy did you not find it unusual the other night that Megan stayed in the car with you and wasn't out with Caydn and I?" he asked winking at her when she met his eyes. She thought about it for a minute, remembering Megan was who had set their direction, but she had remained with her. "I don't guess I thought about it then but now it would be my question," she told him, taking a deep breath calming her self, glad the conversation was moving away from she and Caydn. "Partners, couples, mates, what ever phrase you'd use to describe us," he said taking Megan's hand pulling her gently toward him. "We males typically feed and our mates in turn feed from us," he explained. "I guess you could call it a jealousy issue," he laughed. "I can honestly say if I were to see Megan feed from another male unless a dire emergency I wouldn't be responsible for my actions." Jaz nodded chuckling, "Phillip is also someone who becomes consumed with jealousy," she added, squeezing Gypsy's hand gently. "I've done it a few times just to push his buttons, but it didn't take me long to realize I was cutting my own nose off to spite my face," she rolled her eyes as the group around her laughed loudly. "It's a very erotic and personal thing Gypsy when a mate feeds from the other," Sam said with a wink. "I've seen women get so involved they forget the world around them until someone clears their throat letting them know they're disrobing in public," she laughed looking directly at Jaz. Gypsy looked at each face, breathing a silent sigh of relief when she saw they weren't making fun of her and didn't think she was ignorant for not knowing all this. "I guess next time I walk in on something out of the ordinary I'll just suck it up and ask questions, pardon the pun," she laughed. "Now Christian I suggest you head back down stairs and let us finish Sam's measurements before she leaves or you can deal with Micah's jealousy when he finds out you were her when his wife stripped down to her panties and bra," she said with a chuckle seeing the shocked expression flash on his face before being replaced with a wolfish grin. ************************************************* Caydn draped his arm around his brothers shoulders, "I appreciate you wanting to stay but you now have something other than yourself and Sam to focus on," he laughed, "I suggest you spend as much time with her as you can now because once the baby arrives you're going to have to learn to share, something you've never been very good at," he grunted with Micah's fist connected with his stomach. Christian walked back in the room, shaking his head. "I think the women will be down as soon as they remove and the replace Sam's clothing," he grinned at Micah flashing him shining fangs, taunting the younger man. "Sam has never been one to fall victim to your charms Christian," Micah chuckled. "One of the few things I've never had to worry about since being mated with her," he said raising his glass in a silent toast to the European playboy who now found his wings clipped since finding Megan. The next few hours were filled with casual conversation and well wishes among the group. Phillip shocked everyone when he informed Jazleen he'd prefer her to leave with Micah and Samantha, she could fly home the following night to be with Angelique. He'd be staying possibly another week but then he'd also be flying home to check on some business matters and see his daughter, he informed them. "I don't intend to stay gone, but before I leave I'm sure we'll have an idea exactly what it is we're up against so I can make the call then," he said firmly leaving no room for argument from his lovely wife. Sophie and Vince retired after Micah, Samantha and Jazleen left for the airport, the private jet awaited them. Sophie was exhausted with all the rapid turn of events and Vince was still on the mend even though he was improving dramatically every day. Gypsy walked into the study with two mugs of hot chocolate for her and Megan. Handing her best friend hers she sat down on the floor in front of the fire listening while the men talked about Lucien's thoughts on everything. "Projection was one of Damone's greatest feats. I'm thinking that's how Barton was able to appear in the shop that day, and from Gypsy's description of the man today. I'd almost bet Damone himself made an appearance to test things since I've come into the picture," he explained. "He's always claimed himself to be the master at undoing spells and causing protective spells to disintegrate at his command," he chuckled. "Let me see if I've got all of this," Gypsy said quietly, "I was only seeing him like a reflection in a mirror? He wasn't really there?" she said looking at Lucien. He nodded, "He can project his image making it look like he's physically there. But when Barton was in the shop he was able to slap you without being there. This means they've learned to not only project their image, but also their power which can be dangerous," he said solemnly. "I've only experienced that skill a few times but I'm sure it wouldn't take much to figure out." Gypsy shook her head before dropping it to her hands. "This is all too much to take in, it makes my head hurt," she said frowning. "If it would be okay with everyone I think I'm going to go up and work on some sewing. Maybe for a little while it won't seem like I'm living in a strange dream I can't wake up from," she said standing up glancing at Caydn. Megan stood up looking back at Christian, "I'm going to go with her and see if I can use my brains for something useful," she chuckled when Christian rolled his eyes before following Gypsy out of the room and upstairs. "What did the material look like?" Megan asked sitting down on the floor leaning back against the book cases while Gypsy sat in front of the sewing machine. "Oh Meg I wish we'd thought about going out there earlier before everything got so spooky sounding," she frowned, "It's fantastic," she laughed. "All the different colors and designs, I was a little worried that all of it was gonna be patterned but there's a whole selection of solids in different colors and hues," she laughed when Megan rubbed her hands together. "I can't wait to see it," Megan laughed, "I've been picturing some of the designs you've drawn and I want to see what you think of some of my ideas for fabrics," she smiled at Gypsy. "I doubt I'll ever get the idea of designing but putting something together and marketing it now that's my focus." "I'm so glad that you like that stuff cause if I even think about it all I want to do is run away," Gypsy said sliding out of her chair onto the floor beside Megan. "Are you almost done with the coat?" Megan said reaching for the multi- colored textured piece Gypsy had pulled into her lap. "I was just going to leave it single layer and add a lining but with as cold as it's gotten I added a thin layer of micro insulation. Now I just have to finish the final stitching the lining then either make a belt or add buttons not sure yet," she said turning the coat inside out showing Megan what she was talking about. Megan rubbed her hand over a large section of velvet puzzled into the piece. "Gypsy that's amazing," Megan exclaimed when Gypsy slipped the coat on, turning pirouettes showing off her finished design. "You don't think it's to much being ankle length?" she said leaning down to look at the front of the coat, "I started to make it just knee length and when I was piecing the fabric it got longer and longer," she laughed, "I also thought this way it would work for either a dress or slacks so multipurpose." "That will be perfect for some of the holiday parties Christian mentioned we'll all be attending with Caydn," Megan giggled, gathering all the pieces she wanted to carry home with her later. "What do you mean parties?" Gypsy said brushing her hand over the coat, hanging it on a hanger putting it in the closet. Megan was sitting on the floor looking worried, "Caydn hasn't mentioned it to you?" she asked frowning. "I'm sure he hasn't had much of a chance with everything that's been going on," she said grabbing Gypsy's hand pulling her down on the floor beside her. "Well Meg if he doesn't, don't mention it okay?" she asked softly, "I don't want him to feel as though he's put on the spot having to take me if that's not his intention," she explained while Megan shook her head grinning. "You've got to be kidding me that you'd think he'd actually not take you Gypsy," she said firmly. "The man's crazy about you even if you can't see it, the rest of us can," she winked at her. Standing up, she pulled Gypsy up behind her, "Christian's ready to go home," she said with a seductive smile, grabbing the bags she looked over her shoulder at Gypsy. "You're coming down aren't you? Yes you are," she laughed making Gypsy laugh while she followed Megan down to the study. ************************************* The week seemed to pass in a whirl wind. Things had calmed since Lucien had been in town, standing guard over everything and everyone as life began to fall into a pattern. Gypsy and Sophie supervised the remodeling of the guest house into an exclusive feeling boutique. Vince was able to get back to some of his own work around the estate with the help of four additional staff that had been hand picked by Victor. Standing at the door of her new shop Gypsy waved as Rebecca and Karen pulled out, both pleased and well satisfied with their wardrobe. "All this time you were afraid moving here was going to slow things down," Sophie laughed walking to stand beside her niece. "I think by moving here people think you're a undiscovered talent only they know about," she chuckled handing Gypsy a handful of messages she'd taken while Gypsy had been busy. Gypsy shook her head glancing at the messages, "I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't handled the beading of that gown," she sighed flopping down in an arm chair. "I didn't see that one coming," she chuckled. "I bet things are going to become much more extravagant in the next week with Thanksgiving and then Christmas coming up," Sophie said patting Gypsy's shoulder, walking over to look at the beautiful white gown draped over dress form she'd been making for Jazleen. "I hope your taking time to create some things for yourself," she said turning to flash Gypsy a firm look. "I've seen you rush to finish something for yourself at the last minute when you put it off. So make plans ahead of time because from what I've over heard from Caydn and Christian the introduction of Christian and Megan into the business world is going to be a large event." Gypsy groaned closing her eyes slumping further in the chair, "please don't remind me," she said opening one eye to see Sophie shaking her head at her. "I'd like nothing more than to just stay here in my little piece of the world, and cut and sew letting everyone else go out and do what they think is exciting," she frowned. "But yes I have a few pieces with Megan now she should be bringing me tonight," she laughed. "She just doesn't know they're for me." She sat up glancing out the window smiling when she saw Vince riding across the grounds on the golf cart Caydn had bought so he wouldn't tax himself. "Why can't thing stay this quiet and peaceful Sophie?" she asked quietly. "Every since Lucien's been here things have gone so well. It makes me feel like what ever happens next is going to be twice as chaotic," she frowned. "I hate to say it but you're probably right my dear," Sophie said sitting across from her. "I've never known anyone as twisted as Damone, to sit back and take defeat so easily without making at least one more attempt and then it's a spectacular one at that," she admitted with a sigh. "Things have been calm here for many years. I can almost see Vince smiling with the anticipation, which can be nerve wracking," she laughed when Gypsy giggled. "There've been a few times he's mentioned us possibly taking over the care of one of Caydn's European estates. But this has been our home since Jazleen was a baby. He knows that I'd miss it if we left, so we've stayed," she smiled gently. "If I'd known excitement was what he needed I could've moved in years ago," Gypsy laughed glancing at her watch. "I'm going to have a busy afternoon, care to give me a hand while I'm taking some measurements and then doing the final fittings for three others?" she grinned walking to the door to the kitchen, "I'm putting on more coffee because I'm going to need it." Later Sophie waved to Vince while he drove off in his cart, turning she saw Gypsy leaning against the door frame. "You need to get some sleep young lady," Sophie said sternly, "You're trying to keep both day and night hours and it's catching up with you. Vince just came by and said since we'd been busy he was sending one of the young men to bring Chinese for dinner," she said walking over to take Gypsy's hand. "Let's go to the house. You can lie down until dinner gets here and then if you're still as pale, I'm going to demand Caydn send you to bed for the night," she said leaving no room for objections. The two women walked to the main house after locking the door to the guest house. ************************************************ Lucien followed Christian and Megan into the kitchen closing the door behind him. Turning quickly he looked at Sophie, "Where is she?" he asked sharply, "Is Caydn with her?" "She's upstairs in her room," Sophie said her expression concerned, "Caydn's been there since he woke. He's trying to reason with her but I seriously doubt he's doing any better now than he was thirty minutes ago," she frowned. Lucien nodded walking toward the front of the house, the sound of his foot steps moving quickly up the stairs to Gypsy's room. "Megan's been trying to tell her that she can't keep this pace up. She needed to try dividing her time and sleeping in between," Christian said squeezing Megan's shoulder. "I'm going to see if I can help in some way," he said quietly, walking out of the room. Christian walked into the dimly lit bedroom not knowing if he wanted to laugh or roar after he'd stood there a few seconds. Gypsy was trying to get out of bed while Caydn kept pushing her back into bed. Lucien was standing on the other side of the bed looking as if he was about to release the wrath of hell on who ever was in the room. "I said I want some ice cream," Gypsy said her voice weak and shaky. "I've been in the house like a good girl for weeks, only going out with an escort. Now I just want Caydn to take me for ice cream," she said glaring at both of the men before looking up seeing Christian in the door way. "Christian will you and Megan take me for ice cream please?" she asked with a sigh. "Butter pecan is all I want," she said closing her eyes seeing him look at Caydn. Caydn looked down at her, brushing his hand over her hair gently, "Gypsy you haven't," he started to say but stopped when she snapped her head up to glare at him. "Don't even say it," she snarled, "I know 'you haven't had dinner yet', do I need to remind everyone I'm not twelve anymore? Finishing everything on my plate isn't required if I want some damn ice cream," she almost yelled, ending in a cough, trying to catch her breath. Stepping toward the bed Christian glared at them. "Both of you get the hell out of here," he almost roared. "Caydn for the love of god go to the ice cream shop and get her a gallon of butter pecan is that's what she wants," he ordered, pointing toward the door. "And you get your damn over grown ass out of here so she'll calm down and I can see exactly what's wrong with her," he said spinning around to confront Lucien. Gypsy Designs Ch. 09 He took her hand, helping her crawl back in bed, pulling the covers up around her while she shivered. Glancing over his shoulder he sighed silently as the door closed quietly. "Thank you Christian," she said weakly, "All I wanted was ice cream," her voice faded. Feeling her hands and head he felt the fever that raged at the edge of erupting, infection was running through her body weakening her system. Walking across the room to lock the door, he spoke silently to Megan letting her know to keep everyone occupied while he did his best to make Gypsy better. Turning back to the bed he sat down, pulling her into his lap, her back against his chest supporting her. "Gypsy I need to you to stay calm, just relax and I'll help you feel better," he said his voice just above the methodic honeyed tones he knew didn't work but annoyed her. Sliding his hand along her side he knew immediately what the problem was. Closing his eyes his lips moving in a silent chant, his hand moved to rest flat on her chest, the other moved to her forehead stroking softly. Her mind was a haze, but she could hear Christians voice the tone soothing even though the words were foreign, a language she'd never heard or if she had she didn't recognize. The coolness of his hands quickly became warmer as the shivering increased until she felt her teeth had to be chattering she was so cold. The pounding in her temples eased as did the pressure she'd felt in her chest when she'd woke up earlier. Keeping her eyes closed she sighed feeling as if something was moving over all the aches and pains that she'd been feeling, but hadn't mentioned to anyone even Caydn. Taking a deep breath she felt herself slipping, feeling Christian holding her she knew she was safe so she didn't struggle against sleep as it washed over her. Christian was sitting in the study when Caydn stormed in, followed closely by Lucien. "We almost went to jail when this idiot screamed at the young man in the ice cream shop," Caydn snarled turning to glare at Lucien who'd thrown himself down in a chair. "How is she?" he asked quickly. Having seen Vince in the kitchen who'd told him Megan and Sophie were upstairs with her while she rested, Christian was waiting in the study. "How often have the two of you exchanged blood?" Christian asked taking a drink of his brandy almost laughing when Caydn froze in mid stride on his way to the bar, before turning around to meet his stare slowly. "We've never 'exchanged' blood," Caydn said slowly, "What would that have to do with anything?" he asked seeing Lucien sit forward out of the corner of his eye. "Well this one sided 'taking' compounded with the fact that she's been less than healthy long before she came to live here, has left her seriously anemic," he said gently, knowing Caydn's first reaction would be rage with himself. "That's not and wasn't the most serious issue though," he said quickly. "She'd developed bacterial double pneumonia, the infection was spreading quickly through out her body," he said tossing his drink back. Caydn sat down heavily in the chair beside him, dropping his head to his hands. Lucien stood and began pacing. "I take it by your saying 'had', you took care of the infection and repaired everything?" Lucien asked his voice carrying an edge to it. "But did you do anything about the anemia?" Christian sat forward in his chair, "Of course I took care of the infection and I repaired all of the recent damage. But I can tell you this isn't the first or the second time she's had this. There are numerous scars that have been left behind by raging lung infections throughout her life," he said shaking his head. "Her kidneys were weak from dehydration but Sophie and Megan were able to get her to drink some juice and something Sophie had that contained electrolytes, so that should be balancing out as we speak," he explained. "I didn't do anything about the anemia. I didn't know if there was a reason for there have never been an exchange between the two. It's not life threatening, nor something she'll not build back up in about a month maybe a little longer if she begins taking care of herself." Lucien turned to stare at Caydn who was rubbing his hands over his face, "Is there a reason why you haven't exchanged blood with her? Or did it just not dawn on you taking from someone that's as fragile as she is wouldn't lean to complications?" he said, his voice filled with anger while he stared at his life long friend. Caydn jumped out of his chair, his fists clenched at his sides meeting Lucien's stare full on, his own eyes blazing, the anger directed at him self. "Yes Lucien, this is my fault," he said his voice low and dangerous. "We've never made an exchange because for as well as she tries to block me and keep me out, I can hear and almost taste her doubt and fears," he explained. "She offers herself to me selflessly everyday, but I've only taken from her twice in over two weeks and each time never enough to weaken or endanger her," he snapped before turning to look at Christian. "Would it help her heal if she did take from me?" he asked quietly already knowing the answer. Christian nodded, but held his hand up, "Yes it would, but only if you'd taken the time to feed yourself while you were out," he reprimanded him. "I understand you were concerned about her, but you've got to start taking the time to fill your own needs or you're going to find yourself weak at a time when she needs you to be strong," he said firmly. "Either I can go out and come to you when I get back or you can go out with me," he said turning toward the doorway, "the choice is yours." Lucien stepped forward, "I'm offering if you're accepting," he said meeting Caydn's eyes. "Christian needs to be here with her right now until she wakes up, and he knows that he's gotten all the infection. I know you don't wish to leave her either. You can take from me and I can then go out and feed again and make sure things will remain calm for tonight at least," he said stepping forward at Caydn's nod of acceptance. Running his nail over his wrist swiftly, he offered the quickly welling wetness to Caydn. Christian had gone upstairs while Caydn fed from Lucien. Sealing the wound when he finished, nodding his thanks feeling the powerful blood of his friend rushing through his body. Lucien walked to the bar pouring himself a double shot of scotch, lifting the glass to Caydn in a toast he laughed. "I can only thank the powers above I've never found myself in your situation. So lost in the mind and body of a mortal woman I forget who and what I am," he smiled before tossing back the drink. Sitting down shaking his head Caydn looked up at the large man, "Until just now I hadn't a clue that was what was happening to me," he said with a chuckle. "But it is, and Lucien I do wish the same on you so one day I can glare and rage at you for making the same stupid mistakes I've been making all along," he grinned wickedly at his friend. "What kind of thanks is that for my allowing you to feed when I should've left you to sweat and pant it out for your own stupidity," he laughed draping his arm over Caydn's shoulders when he stood. "I'm going out for a bit but if you need me you now can alert me immediately," he said before walking off toward the kitchen, the sound of the door closing only minutes later. Stepping to the double doors leading into her bedroom Caydn was relieved to see even though she was still pale, the dark circles beneath her eyes had already begun to fade and the rhythm of her breathing was much less strained as she appeared to be sleeping soundly. Glancing at Megan who sat on the bed beside Gypsy he was shocked to see the fierce stare she gave him, almost pinning him to the wall with its violence. He dropped his eyes from the raw emotion he saw reflected there while Christian stepped beside the bed placing his hand on her shoulder to calm her. "It's okay Meg, it isn't like he wanted this to happen anymore than I did," Gypsy whispered reaching for Megan's hand lying beside her on the bed. "I didn't mean to wake you," Megan said softly, brushing her hair back. Opening her eyes Gypsy smiled weakly, "I know you didn't mean to but you forget how everyone's thoughts rattle around in my head and those you were having were rather a shout," she chuckled when Megan gasped embarrassed at having forgotten. Turning her head her eyes met Caydn's. Taking a deep breath she lifted her hand from the comforter waiting for him to move the few steps to the side of the bed. "I already know what's wrong even if Christian wasn't going to tell me. He also forgot I hear things I'm some times not supposed to," she said gently when he sat on the side of the bed next to her. "I mean it though, none of this was your fault it just happened is all," she smiled up at him weakly. "What I want to know is did you bring me my ice cream?" she asked making everyone in the room laugh. "I still don't see what's so funny about someone wanting ice cream when they don't feel good," she said closing her eyes with a huff. Sophie stood up and patted her hand, "Since Caydn's back I'm sure there's ice cream down stairs I'll get you some dear," she said squeezing Caydn's shoulder before walking out of the room. Turning her head to look at Christian she smiled. "I guess I owe you more than an apology for thinking you were a player as well as a playboy when you first got here," she grinned when he pretended to be shocked. "Now it seems I owe you my life," she said softly, "thank you." Christian shook his head, "First of all there's no need for an apology since I knew within seconds what your opinion was, and I thought it was adorable because you'd no idea you'd broadcast it to everyone with any hearing talents in a hundred mile radius that night," he laughed deeply. "Secondly it was my pleasure to save your life as you call it. Without you around I wouldn't have the pleasure of watching my friend here make such a moronic fool out of himself," he chuckled looking at Cadyn, who lifted her hand to his mouth to hide his smile. "How long before I can be up and around?" she asked trying to sit up in bed. "Wait a minute young lady," Christian said firmly. "This has taken quite a bit out of you. It's possible it'll be a month or longer before your back to full strength," he nodded his head when she began shaking hers. "I don't have time to be in bed," she said desperately looking at Megan and Caydn. "I just took measurements for five dresses today, and then did the final fitting on three more, those have to be finished by next week," she said closing her eyes her voice shaking. She took a deep breath before opening her eyes, "You mean that's all it would take and I'd be back to my old self?" she asked, turning her head toward the door meeting Lucien's eyes when he'd walked in silently blocking his presence from everyone but her. Caydn turned around quickly, "you never seem to know when to keep your mouth shut do you?" he asked glaring at him. Lucien shrugged pushing away from the door frame, walking to stand at the end of the bed. "Well all of you were telling her everything, except for 'everything' so I thought someone needed to," he said casually, winking at her when she chuckled. "Caydn you knew this and weren't going to tell me?" she looked at him, "Why?" He took a deep breath blowing it out quickly, "Well I've always known you had doubts about it, fears even if you wouldn't admit that was what they were," he said quickly. "I wasn't about to push anything on you that you weren't ready for or wanted," he said simply. She looked from him to Christian and then at Lucien who laughed. "No you don't have to be awake and ware of it if that's how you'd prefer it be done," he said flashing her a bright smile despite Cadyn's black and evil glare. "What can I say she asked me because she knew I'd tell her the truth," he said throwing his hands in the air. "It takes more than once for a conversion right?" she asked looking at Caydn. He shook his head, "It takes three times at the very least for that, this would just be giving you back stronger healthy blood, think of it as a transfusion," he smiled at her. Looking at Christian, she held out her hand. "Will you make me go to sleep again?" she asked before looking at Caydn, "then will you?" her voice faded at his nod. Gypsy Designs Ch. 10 Sorry it has taken me so long on the rewrite of this chapter... time is no longer my friend! This is much more what I had intended for this chapter to be like.... I did intend for there to be an interaction between Gypsy and Lucien even though some might not understand why.... it is foreshadowing to their relationship. I hope you enjoy. ~Shadow~ * "Why didn't anyone tell me how annoying this would be?" she said stomping her foot, she was furious. "Do you realize I almost stabbed Mrs. Shipley in the ass with a pin, when you decided to play your games?" She said, spinning around to glare at Caydn walking into the kitchen. She and Megan had just returned to the house after finishing a late evening fitting with one of her newest clients. "Someone should write a damn manual that has to be read and signed before you're allowed near some one else." She said raising her voice so there was no doubt he'd hear her when he'd walked out of the room, having poured himself a cup of coffee, going back to the study where the other men waited. Megan laughed when Gypsy stalked to the counter, staring at the large steak on the sizzling plate. "Beets again?" She groaned looking at Sophie, who shrugged innocently. "I was told to feed you food high in iron. Your choice tonight was beets or liver, so you tell me," she laughed sitting next to Vince, who smartly kept his head down, his expression blank. "Beets and a whole side of near raw cow," she muttered, walking around the counter flopping onto the tall stool. The men walked into the kitchen, laughing when they saw her stabbing her dinner as if she were killing it herself. "Would it make you feel any better if I tell you, if you eat like a good girl tonight and tomorrow, Friday evening you'll be allowed to go out?" Caydn asked meeting her eyes when she looked up quickly, smiling. She thought for a minute before looking back at her plate, "That depends where I get to go and why," she grumbled taking a bite, chewing viciously. "Gypsy you should be ashamed of your self," Sophie heaved a heavy sigh. "All you've done for the past week since you've been out of bed is whine and complain. You haven't gone anywhere, and now Caydn offers you an evening out all you can do is ask doing what," she huffed turning back to Vince who couldn't help but laugh. "Gypsy I think for my sanity you better go. You and Sophie have spent so much time together; you're both becoming a pain in the ass quickly." Vince said raising his coffee cup to her in a toast when she turned around to look at him. She blushed dropping her head, "I'm sorry, Sophie you're right," she said snapping her head up to meet Caydn's eyes. "Would you stop that?" she growled at him, before he stalked around the counter, grabbing her around the waist. "If you'd excuse us," he said before unceremoniously tossing her over his shoulder. "She needs some rest and I intend to see she stays in bed until she gets it," he laughed, swatting her ass sharply when she bit him in the back. Christian laughed, glancing at Megan. "I'm glad you weren't quite that hard to tame," he chuckled when she crossed her arms, leaning back staring at him. "You might want to rethink that," she said rolling her eyes, turning back to Sophie to finish their conversation about the beading on a gown. ******************** "Okay would you please tell me if that was to intentionally embarrass me, or do you have another motive for that little scene?" She snarled when he stood her up in his bedroom, leaning back against the door watching her stomp around the room. "You use your hands when you talk, especially when you're mad," he observed quietly, making her stop in her tracks. "I realize this," she said, throwing herself on the foot of the bed refusing to meet his eyes. Twisting her hands in her lap she fought the urge to cover her ears, as if that would stop the constant seductive suggestions and images he flashed across her mind. "You don't play fair," she sighed, throwing herself back on the bed covering her eyes with her arm. Caydn walked over, looking down at her, "And you've got entirely too many clothes on, for what I intend to spent the rest of the night doing with you," he chuckled. His voice dropped almost to the seductive honeyed tones that seemed to drive her crazy, his eyes moved over her body as she lay there pretending to ignore him. He smiled seeing the tiny flash of amber from the delicate beaded jewelry at her navel, the color almost an exact match to the golden amber of her eyes. The flat planes of her stomach looked so inviting he found his hands clenching, fighting the urge to touch her already. "Gypsy I've waited, given you time to get stronger, and what've you done?" he asked, waiting for her cheeks to blush a rosy red again. "Oh yes you've done everything you could while you knew I was sleeping to wake me. My body raging, almost begging for your touch, knowing I'd explode with just one caress. Then you step away from me when I'm awake," he chuckled when she peeked out from under her arm to look at him. "Do you have any idea how delicious and inviting you look right now?" he asked, chuckling when he saw the blush rush to her cheeks. "I'd like nothing better than to slide that thick creamy sweater up over your body and watch your nipples harden. Then watch your eyes as I suck each marble hard peak into my mouth," he said softly, the suggestion creating a erotic scene in both of their minds. "You're still not playing fair," she laughed. "I was just playing the same game you've been playing. I just plan my timing a little different," she stuck her tongue out at him, squealing when he wrapped his hands around her waist lifting her to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist when he threatened to drop her. His hands slid under her shirt, disposing of the clasp of her bra before pushing the sweater over her head. Shaking her hair out of her face, she groaned when he lifted her slightly, lowering his head capturing her nipple between his teeth. "Where are we going Friday?" she growled when he swirled his tongue around her engorged nipple, her fingers threading themselves deep into his hair holding him against her breasts. He buried his face between her breasts. "There's a dinner party being given by some business associates. I thought it'd be a good ice breaker before the whirlwind of holiday parties," he whispered against the flushed skin of her tempting breasts, his hands burying themselves in the thick waves of hair cascading down her back. "How is it that your hair is so rich, almost alive with color when Elliot and Vince have such dark hair and coloring?" he asked as he lifted the thick shimmering strands of auburn and blonde. Gypsy wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning back slightly to watch his hand playing with her hair. "The auburn is all mine, but I have to admit during the winter not all the blonde is," she laughed when he rolled his eyes. "When I was little my hair was as dark as dad's and Uncle Vince's is, but as I got older it lightened to this auburn. When ever I had the chance to run and play outside the sun would create the blonde streaks," she explained. She closed her eyes taking a deep breath, her mind flashing some unpleasant memories before she had a chance to stop it. Meeting his eyes she leaned her forehead against his with a silent sigh. "My mother and grandfather seemed to enjoy themselves by telling me how I always looked as though I was 'dirty' when I was a child. My olive skin tanned quickly, and I hated shoes then more than I do now," she giggled. "They use to call me, 'the waif child', or 'the orphan we felt sorry for and brought home to raise'. After I got older and left home for school I started letting one of the girls from school practice her highlights for cosmetology class on me," she admitted with a smirk. "It made me feel like a little kid who'd been allowed to run and play again like my dad had allowed," she told him. "Gypsy let me assure you there's nothing 'orphan' like or even 'waif like about you that I can see," he laughed, squeezing her to him. "My question now is, have you taken any time to create some of your own designs for yourself or are you spending all your time working for everyone else again?" Her head fell back, her eyes closed when she laughed, "Is this your way of making sure I'm not going to embarrass you in public by wearing sweet pants or jeans?" she giggled, stopping suddenly, feeling a chill brush over her exposed skin. Caydn froze, his senses scanning the house and surrounding area for the source, having also felt the chill rush over her body. "Gypsy I want you to join Sophie and Vince in the kitchen," he said, standing her up reaching for her sweater, handing it to her just as the bedroom door opened. "Christian and Megan were on their way home but they should be back any second," Lucien said walking in the room, stopping behind Gypsy, who was struggling to pull her sweater over her head. Phillip leaned against the door frame smiling. "Have you ever thought of knocking," she said with a huff, brushing her hair from her face, turning to glare at Lucien. He flashed her a wicked smile before looking at Caydn, "It was subtle, but it was coming from more than one direction this time," he said quietly. "I think we're about to be visited by both this time." Caydn nodded, dropping his arm around Gypsy's waist, turning her toward the door. Christian and Megan both walked into his private office as they stepped from the bedroom. She looked at all of them, shaking her head, "Would someone tell me what the hell's going on?" she demanded, "One small little breeze and everyone seems to think we're being invaded by the creeps again." Taking a step toward the door she brushed against Lucien. She gasped loudly feeling the swirling cold creeping over her skin suddenly. Lifting her hands to her cheeks it felt as if she'd been brushed by a glacial blast, she shivered. "Why didn't I feel it this time, I have every other time?" She asked, her voice shaking. "It's never snuck up on me before," she turned to look at Caydn whose expression was furious. He saw the blue tinted paleness beginning to crystallize, covering the soft skin of her face. "They're attacking her again," he growled, pulling her against his side, his hand coming up to cover hers over her stinging cheek. "Frostbite," Lucien laughed. "Is that all the two of you can come up with without physically being present?" He said, his voice ringing loudly in the large room. "Even I could do better than that when I was only a few hundred years old," he said, nodding his head for Caydn to remove their hands from her face. "This might sting, but only for a minute," he said lifting his hands, placing them on either side of her face. The warmth that rushed through her frozen skin brought tears to her eyes. Meeting Lucien's eyes, holding them, she refused to make a sound admitting it hurt as he brought her skin back to a safe temperature, erasing the frostbitten effect completely. "At least now we know for certain we're dealing with cowards," Christian said, stepping to Gypsy's side observing her to make sure there'd be no lingering damage. He reached for Megan when she stepped up, trying to put her arm around Gypsy. Silently he explained the danger of alerting their foes to the deep bond she and Gypsy had with one another. "Caydn I think you'll want to see this," Sophie said, her voice strained when she stopped at the door. Gypsy walked beside Caydn since he refused to release her hand, even when she pinched him in an effort to break free. Looking around the formidable frame of Lucien once they reached the kitchen and he'd thrown his head back laughing. She felt an uncontrollable surge of rage shoot through her. All of them looked out the large bay window into the pool area. It looked as though a holograph image was being projected directly over the swirling waters of the pool. Another ghostly figure off to the side, both figures staring at them. "I've had enough of this bullshit," she snapped, yanking her hand from Caydn's, pushing Lucien out of the way. Caydn reached for her but she shrugged her shoulder from his grasp and stormed to the back door throwing it open, stepping outside. "Okay I think I finally got the clue that it's me the two of you've developed some insane fetish about," she snapped meeting the eyes of both ghostly figures, who smiled, seeing she was coming to them, as opposed to their having to ferret her out and away from her squadron of protectors. "Gabrielle all we want to do is save you. Rescue you from the less than savory situation your young innocent mind has found itself entrenched it," the projection of Barton said, Damone nodded in agreement, stepping forward toward the pool silently. Stopping to lean casually against the brick wall surrounding the sitting area, Caydn watched both the projections and Gypsy closely. Knowing instinctively she'd be enraged if he stepped in to fight what she felt was her battle. The annoyance he felt, he hid beneath the slight smile on his face. Gypsy snapped her head around to look at everyone who'd followed her from the house. Sophie and Vince stood near the door while Christian consciously kept himself in front of Megan and the older couple. Caydn was leaning off to her left, while Lucien stood firmly planted along her right, Phillip a few feet behind her, in the shadows. "So you seem to think," she said waving her arms around her, "this is the 'unsavory situation'?" She laughed bitterly. "What in the hell would make you think this is any more detrimental to my 'innocent mind' than my life was growing up with Evelyn and you, both doing your best to pull me apart?" "Since I wasn't the male heir you wanted, neither one of you gave me a second thought except when you thought you could use me to put the thumb screws to my father," she sneered. "Have you forgotten how you and Evelyn use to make it a joke to tell people I was an orphan child you found on one of your many trips abroad, and that you'd brought me back to try and give me a chance at a life I would've never known?" she said through clenched teeth, the pain and embarrassment she'd felt boiling to the surface. Caydn's eyes locked on to the shadowy figure of Damone while she was talking, he'd felt the waves of suggestive thought being poured toward her, she was too furious to even notice. He pushed away from the wall when the sorcerer walked his projection closer. "Child what your grandfather's trying to tell you, you don't have any idea how dangerous it is for you to be here, in the very den of the devil himself," Damone said his voice very melodic, glancing toward Caydn and Lucien briefly. "I know what these devils are like. I can still smell the burning flesh of that one," he laughed, pointing toward Phillip, who'd stepped forward hearing the black thoughts flooding from the mind of the ghostly shape. "I once had a chance to kill that one, unfortunately he managed to get away from me, but as you obviously noticed I always reappear and this time I'll be the victor. He'll be nothing more than a pile of ash the wind will scatter," he laughed. "Yes Gypsy, you must be very careful of a man who seems to think he can turn others to ash using static electricity," Phillip laughed, stepping up dropping his arm over Gypsy's shoulders. He smiled at Caydn's involuntarily growl at his action. Damone's eyes snapped to Caydn at the sound. "You've given yourself to that one," he snarled, pointing directly at Caydn. "I can tell by the devils possessive movements and sound." "You bitch, you've become their whore," Barton roared, his ghostly face turning a dangerous shade of red, as though his blood pressure was going through the roof. "She hasn't become 'their' anything," Caydn said, the growl deep within the tone of his voice, moving along side her, never taking his eyes from the two figures. "She's most definitely no one's 'whore' as you so nicely put it," he said, slipping his hand under her hair, pulling her toward him until she rested against his chest, his intimate caress and her acceptance both dangerously obvious to the pair. Gypsy could hear the words as they passed among the men around her. Emotion was Barton's weakness, and in their appearance through projection, there was little he could do to them. But the power of Damone was still unknown. "Gabrielle since you've spread yourself beneath them, opening your legs, allowing these ungodly creatures to have you to satisfy their lust. You're no different than they are, and need to be exterminated just as they will be," Barton snarled his hand clenched in fists at his side. "You shame me and make me wish my darling Evelyn had never dirtied herself giving birth to such a spawn of darkness," he roared. She was aware of the hum of power that began radiating from the three men standing at her sides. She noticed Damone and Barton's ghostly shapes beginning to brighten and glow slowly. The cold again slammed into her making her shiver as she fought to keep her teeth from chattering so loudly everyone could hear. Furious she moved away from Caydn, stepping forward just before she felt as if a shield was beginning to surround her. In an instant a thin but bright bolt of light shot from Damone's hands shot toward her. Her skin felt as if it were alive with tiny jolts of electricity, burning along with the bitter cold being projected from Barton. "You seem to be proud of the role of whore you've assumed. It would only be fitting you suffer and die from that same lust. Withering and screaming from what you think of as ecstasy, overwhelming to all senses," Damone said loudly. His voice fading into a scream as the shield surrounding her was complete, pushing back what ever magic he thought to send her way. Gypsy took a deep breath, the electrical pulses dying as quickly as they'd begun. Nodding to Caydn that she was fine, she glanced at the two projections. Barton was becoming emotionally unstable. She chuckled, before stepping toward Caydn. "It seems they've discovered our game," she laughed, hearing his chuckle slide through her mind before looking down meeting her eyes. "There's no need to hide it anymore," she smiled up at him. Moving her hand to his chest she stopped, frozen as the electrical charge shot between the two of them. She heard the confusion in his mind reflecting her own when it felt as if her body was on fire. Gritting her teeth she refused to let them know Damone had been able to accomplish anything with his magic. Closing her eyes when Caydn slid his hand around her neck pulling her against him, his hand tightening around the back of her neck knowing the dangerous game she'd decided to play. "I've always heard the devil created pleasure that could tempt the gods themselves," she said seductively trying not to laugh when the roar of laughter from Lucien filled her mind. Lifting her arms pulling him down to her, her head fell back, exposing her throat to him. Stifling a groan she met his eyes, biting her lip she saw the same raw desire in his eyes that was coursing through her body. Damone lifted his hands slowly, palms glowing, as he stared at her. "You flaunt yourself as the slut you are, in front of your own grandfather?" He roared, seconds before he flung his hands at her, the glowing bolts of lightening shattering against the barrier put up to shield her. Glancing over her shoulder at Damone, she smiled, "Why would I want anything to do with that miserable excuse of a man when I could have this?" she said before turning back, her mouth meeting Caydn's in a passionate kiss. "Gypsy," Sophie gasped at her boldness, glaring at Lucien, who turned and winked at her. Gypsy Designs Ch. 10 Vince pulled Sophie to his side protectively when Barton and Damone turned their gaze toward her. "You two are part of the corruption that's happened to my granddaughter," Barton snapped, the venom of his words obvious. "If it hadn't been for twisted perverted people like you, and that miserable brother of yours. My Evelyn would still be alive, not cursed in hell for giving birth to this disgusting slut," he snarled, flinging his arm to point at Gypsy. Damone seemed to swell with rage, noticing a single drop of blood sliding along the column of Gypsy's throat. Caydn had nicked her intentionally with his teeth. The droplet slid down over her collar bone, hesitating before moving over the curve of her breast, Caydn's mouth following its path. "She's beyond redemption," Damone growled when Caydn flashed him a quick smile, the glow of their presence glinting off of the sharp incisors before lowering his head, raking them over the soft flesh of her breast teasingly. "Kill her! Kill all of them," Barton bellowed throwing his arms in the air as if he was able to conjure the heavens to descend upon them all. Lucien quietly stepped forward, mentally chastening Caydn for pushing the situation to this level. "How might I ask, do the two of you intend such a large order when you're nothing but projected images that have the same substance as air?" he asked, one brow raised waiting for an answer. "Damone I can assure you when you faced Phillip, it was sheer coincidence you managed to do the minor damage you seem to think you did," he chuckled. "Allow me to give you some food for thought. If you ever think of coming here physically, things will not be as simple as your small mind believes them to be. Then and now Phillip's a mere child in comparison to myself," he said smoothly, his voice deepening, the vibrations of power rolling off his body as though waves crashing along the shore. "I stand here as a guardian, as you know," he said with a slight smile. "Facing me will be as though facing the very devil you seem to be searching for. Only the results will not be of your making, nor liking. Be forewarned, I'm tiring of your games quickly. Tread very carefully unless you're in a hurry to meet your maker." When Lucien throw his hands forward the flash momentarily blinded Gypsy, but she did see the expression of shock that flashed across the faces of both Barton and Damone before the images shattered into particles and vanished. Vince stepped forward frowning, "why in the hell didn't you do that before? You obviously were able to and not allow this fiasco to take place," he demanded, when Lucien turned around slowly. "Vince I know this is uncomfortable for you and Sophie. The disruption of your lives and your home, but once you calm down I'm sure you'll understand how important it is to not show everything in your hand so quickly," Lucien said meeting his eyes meaningfully. "No one's ever known how deep into the dark arts Damone had delved, it would be beneath me to assume he hasn't learned some dangerous tricks along the way," he explained. "It's obvious the projection was the work of both of them, since it wavered when Barton was losing control of his emotions. This might've been a trick to make us think neither is strong enough alone or it might be fact, we don't know yet." "The strategies of hunting and being hunted are never black and white," Christian said stepping forward. "If it was then over the centuries there would've been little need for you to have formed a bond with those such as ourselves," he said motioning to the entire group. "Think of how many things would've never had a chance to take place. Angelique might not be your granddaughter, as Phillip might never have come into Jaz's life," he said gently seeing Vince and Sophie both nod their understanding. "Speaking of my lovely wife I think I'll retire to Christian's, and give her and Angelique a call," Phillip smiled resting his hand on Sophie's shoulder. Meghan noticed Christian had not taken his eyes off of Caydn and Gypsy, touching his arm she felt the tenseness of his body. Meeting his eyes, when he looked down at her she nodded, seeing the exhausted droop to Gypsy's shoulders and the look of concern on Caydn's face. "I think we should leave so Gypsy and everyone can get some needed rest," she said softly, squeezing Sophie's hand before she followed Vince inside. Hearing everything said and happening around her, Gypsy kept her eyes locked on her hands. They not only felt different, they looked different to her. Nothing was the same to her. She heard the questions filtering through her mind from Caydn and Lucien both as the two men stood silently watching her. "I think we stopped anything Damone might have been able to do," Lucien said quietly, reassuring Caydn. Turning he looked down the drive, watching the fading tail lights of the SUV as the others left. Caydn felt as if every nerve in his body was on edge, waiting for her to look up and tell him herself she was okay. Closing his eyes he breathed in deeply, absorbing her scent. She was aroused, her scent spoke volumes to the darkness he held in check within himself at all times. Glancing toward Lucien, he reached for her hand, he stopped when she groaned as their fingers entwined. Meeting his friend's eyes he knew they'd not been as lucky as they'd thought, or hoped. "Caydn what's happening to me?" she asked softly, her voice almost pleading. "I feel like I should see blisters on my skin. It's on fire, but doesn't hurt," she shook her head. "I know that doesn't make sense but I can't explain it," she said looking up to meet his eyes, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment at her thoughts. "The son of a bitch," Lucien growled deeply, having heard her words and seen the dangerous expression that flashed across Caydn's face. Closing his eyes, focusing his mind toward the two of them, he could see that electrical charges jumping as if arching from a live power line, confirming what he was afraid of. "When she touched you it transferred, catching both of you in the web," he explained when Caydn looked up, his eyes now totally black, the once band of warm brown lost in the obsidian. Gypsy looked from Caydn to Lucien. Seeing the fierce glow of Caydn's eyes, she backed up suddenly, stopping at the growling deep in his throat. "Please tell me what's happening," she looked at him, hoping he'd say something, anything. "Caydn you've got to make it stop," she cried, a tear slipping from her eye, unheeded down her cheek. Lucien moved quickly, stepping between the two, pushing Gypsy back. At the moan that escaped her lips from the contact, he grabbed Caydn's hands just as they began to curl into claws. Locking his eyes with Caydn's he bared his own fangs, using his immense strength to hold Caydn's hands frozen in the air. "You can't allow this my friend," he said squeezing his hands to emphasis his words. "Damone intended for you to lose control. If she doesn't die outright from the physical and mental overload of passion, you'll be pushed and drain her. Eventually killing her in the process," he said firmly. Hearing her gasp, he wished she hadn't heard everything he said. "Are you trying to tell me Damone succeeded with what ever he was trying to do? We just didn't know it?" she said stepping around Lucien, her hand moving to his arm. She ground her teeth together the minute she'd touched him. The electrical pulses shooting through her body making it feel as if an inferno was building in her very core. Caydn's eyes moved from her hand to meet Lucien's. "Now you're tangled in it also?" he asked, his voice a low dangerous growl. He released the breath, he'd been holding when Lucien shook his head no. "Why isn't it affecting you also?" "I didn't say I didn't feel it," Lucien said seriously, shrugging his arm away from Gypsy's grasp. "I'm just stronger and have the ability to fight it where as you obviously don't," he explained. She felt tears rush to her eyes, her skin feeling as if it was crawling over her body. "Would one of you tell me what the hell's wrong with me!" she choked out, giving into the soft sobs she felt closing her throat. "Can't you make it go away?" she pleaded, looking at Caydn. "Call Christian back maybe he can fix it," she said moving her hands to rub her arms only to drop them, groaning at the contact. Shaking her head in confusion she looked from one to the other, silently begging them to tell her something. Caydn dropped his head, knowing the answer before Lucien could reply. "Christian's no older or stronger than I am," he said quietly, feeling Lucien's grip on his hands lessen, as he regained control over himself. "He's also mated, so being here would cause a serious conflict." Lucien nodded, having already thought of that before Gypsy mentioned it. This was something the three of them were going to have to deal with until it ran its course, which was hopefully soon. "I agree, and we need fewer complications instead of more. You have my word that I'll stand guard," he said meeting the eyes of his closest friend for centuries. "First you need to feed and feed well. I also suggest as quickly as possible," he said glancing at Gypsy who was shivering and panting beside them. "I wish the two of you wouldn't talk about me as if I wasn't standing right here," she snapped her eyes open glaring at them both. "What ever the hell has to be done do it and be damn quick about it," she frowned, a soft moan escaping her, when she stomped her foot. Caydn stepped back, willing himself not to reach for her just yet. He knew he'd have to feed to be able to control the animal within himself, also for the strength he'd need. "I know you've used the room since you've been here," he said glancing at Lucien who nodded. "Gypsy I need you to go with Lucien. I'll be as quick as I can," he said, silently acknowledging the men Lucien had stopped near the front of the estate. They waited for his convenience unknowingly. Gypsy took a few steps and stopped after Caydn vanished into the darkness. Tears ran from her eyes, her hands curling into tight balls only to open and flex instantly. "Lucien please, make it stop," she whispered, meeting his eyes. Her breath caught in her throat when he stepped forward, scooping her into his arms, moving swiftly around the corner of the house to a door hidden behind the brick wall surrounding the hot tub. Closing the outer door behind them, bolting it securely, he reached for the inner door, before putting her down. He couldn't help but chuckle when she gasped seeing the large bedroom Caydn had furnished for him when he'd bought the estate. The stone walls were covered with lengths of varying colored fabrics, used to prevent the dampness from seeping through. In the center of the room was a massive bed, the covers thrown aside from when he'd awoken earlier. Holding her breath she looked around. A dim light spilled from what imagined was the bathroom, leaving the room in dark shadows. She glanced at Lucien who only shrugged his shoulders, tossing his leather jacket on the back of a large over stuffed chair in what appeared to be a sitting area. "Should I even ask if that's what I think it is?" she said her eyes huge, almost filling her face while she stared at what looked like a torture table, cuffs included. "I think this is a side of Caydn I've never seen before," she laughed nervously. "This is my room, and yes that is what you think it is," he smiled proudly, remembering how hard it had been to get it through the doorway, hundreds of years before. Walking over to the sitting area, her teeth grinding with ever movement she made. "I guess I can say then I'm seeing a side of you I never thought to see," she attempted to laugh casually, only for it to end in a low groan when she sat on the arm of a chair. "Will you please explain to me what's happening? Caydn doesn't want to tell me, I know because he's closed himself off and I can't think clearly enough to try and find out," she admitted meeting his eyes. "Just tell me and please be honest. I need to know what to expect, I'm sick of surprises." Lucien rubbed his brow, trying to think of how to explain it without shocking her anymore than he knew she would be no matter what. "I'm sure you've heard of an aphrodisiac?" he asked bracing him self to look at her, hoping he wasn't looking as embarrassed as he felt. At her nod, he took a deep breath. "The easiest way to explain it is think of Damone's spell as a magical aphrodisiac times ten," he said falling back into a chair with a sigh. "I need you to listen to me and listen closely," he said leaning forward, propping his elbows on his knees. "Everything you've ever thought or have been taught that falls along the lines of conservative, throw it out the window," he said quickly, holding his hand up when she opened her mouth, a flush covering her cheeks rapidly. "Your body is now beyond your control. Your inhibitions need to be a thing of the past if you want to survive this, as well as Caydn coming through it without losing his mind and control," he said seriously. "Why's my skin crawling as if it's covered in ants?" she said quietly looking at her hands, afraid to touch them. "You need to be touched," he said honestly. "The spell was based on your being a 'whore'. I'm not saying you are, but that was what Damone based his wording on," he explained cutting her off before she could protest. "Tonight you'll need to forget anything you've ever learned about being a prim proper young lady as I know your father taught you to be. Your ability to out last this and come out unharmed will depend on you being able to step beyond that, allowing yourself to feel and act as though you're a whore," he said solemnly. She held her breath, absorbing the words, beginning to recognize the burning deep inside, the same rush of heat and feelings she felt when making love with Caydn. Looking up she blushed, hating Lucien had to explain it to her as if she were nothing more than an innocent school girl, which she basically was. "It's almost dawn, how can you stand guard when the sun's up and beating down on the outside door?" she asked trying to file away as much information as she could before Caydn returned. Lucien sighed, closing his eyes. "Gypsy I'll have to be here," he said quietly. "In the room, in case Caydn's control slips. I'll have to be here to protect the both of you during this." ******************** Caydn opened the door to Lucien's room from the stairwell hidden inside the house. Having heard part of the conversation he wondered what explosive reaction she'd have when she saw him. "Gypsy, Lucien and I have always jokingly said 'what happens in his dungeon, stays in his dungeon', but those words have never been as true as they are now." He said meeting the eyes of his friend, having resigned himself to what he knew was required. She felt her body begin to throb simply at the sound of his voice. Grinding her teeth together since she was beyond words at the moment, she dropped her head in a defeated nod. A blush rushed to cover her cheeks, a tear slipped to linger on her lashes. "Come to me," Caydn said softly, reaching for her. His fingers entwined with hers as she stepped into his arms, he hated the look of defeat that flashed across her face. Her skin was on fire instantly, a wild fire rushing to consume her at their first contact. A deep groan escaped her, his arms came around her pulling her firmly against his body. Closing her eyes, she gave into the churning need to touch him. Her hands yanking the leather tie from his hair roughly, pulling his mouth down to hers. Lucien moved from the room silently. Stepping into the bathroom he piled clean towels on the counter, suspecting the shower would be needed before it was over. Hearing her moan of release he tightened his hands into fists, fighting the tingling that coursed through his own body, a result of her touching him. Blocking his mind from his body, he over came the need even he felt. Caydn ran his hands down her sides, his mouth devouring hers savagely. Moving his hand from her hip to slid directly between her thighs, the heat burning his hand on contact. Her explosive groan escaped their locked mouths as she shuddered violently, experiencing the first orgasm of what might be the first of hundreds. Pulling her hands from his hair, he stepped back, reaching for her shirt. Pulling sharply, he ripped the buttons from the sweater, scattering them across the thickly carpeted floor. "You're not going to need this," he flashed an evil smile when she gasped. "The less touching you, the less painful it will be at times," he explained. Sliding her hands under his shirt, she moved it up over his chest. "I'm going to say the same goes for you since you feel it to," she said firmly, daring him to object. Lucien stepped from the bathroom, shaking his head. "I suggest for my sanity as well as a way of keeping down arguments. Both of you need to get rid of everything that can rub against your bodies intensifying the fucking spell," he said through clenched teeth. Gypsy shook her head, laughing bitterly, stepping back from Caydn. "Leave it to a man to come up with the logic of 'strip naked and no one will argue'," she snapped sarcastically, kicking her shoes off. She smiled innocently when they landed near Lucien's feet. "I don't think at anytime while I explained this did I mention the need to be a shrew or a bitch," Lucien growled at her, making Caydn throw his head back laughing. Caydn tossed his shirt over a chair. Kicking off his shoes, he glanced at Lucien who glared at him. "I think we can use that as a meter to her frustration and tolerance level," he laughed and growled when she slapped his chest sharply. "If you want my clothes off, take them off yourself," she said fighting the urge to groan when his eyes moved over the curves of her bra, her nipples pushing painfully against the lace confines of it. Stepping forward he reached behind her, not touching her except to unhook her bra. He smiled seeing her eyes snap open, the lace dragging across each engorged nipple as it fell free. Her body shuddered violently, her hands clenching into fists. "Be nice to each other, there's too many hours left to start playing games of spite now," Lucien snapped seeing the two at a stand off, each of their bodies demanding satisfaction. Gypsy watched Caydn drop to his knees in front of her, his hands moving toward the waistband of her jeans. She held her breath feeling the deep stirring and twisting inside her body. Jumping back as his hands were about to touch her, tears running down her face, when the full reality of it all struck her hard. "Can't you just make this stop? Make me go to sleep and wake me when it's over?" she pleaded looking from Cadyn to Lucien. Small sobs escaped her when she saw the look of resignation on Lucien's face, and the animalistic primal glow radiating from Cadyn's eyes. Moving across the room, Lucien stepped behind her. Gripping her arms gently, arching her back, her head resting on his shoulder. "Gypsy you have to remember what I told you," he said quietly his eyes meeting Caydn's when he heard the low controlled growl. "You have to forget everything you've been taught. Push it out of your mind and find the seductive side of yourself and let it free," he told her, frowning when she shook her head no violently, Caydn unsnapped then unzipped her jeans. "Draw from your past experience, reenact them with Caydn," Lucien told her, his hands holding her, bracing her trembling body, the fabric of her jeans raking down her ultra sensitive skin. "I can't," she sobbed, the remaining words lost in her emotions. "You have to," Lucien said firmly, his voice rising, as he fought the pull of the desire that radiated from her. Gypsy Designs Ch. 10 Caydn curled his hands in the thick fabric, his nails shredding it easily, fighting the urge to do the same to Lucien. "She can't," he snarled, "She was a virgin," he said firmly looking up to see Lucien close his eyes in understanding. Seeing her body moving ever so slightly, the muscles beneath the skin spasming with need, Caydn cupped his hand gently over her mound, pushing the lacey panties against her inflamed skin. Her immediate release rewarded his actions, the heat flaring and wetness soaking the thin fabric in his hand. "Breath Gypsy," Lucien said gently, his cheek resting against her hair, as she gasped for breath. "We'll let nothing happen to you, breath." Caydn stood quickly as her panting lessened. Ripping off his jeans knowing it would only be moments before she'd again be crying out with need. Seeing Lucien continuing to hold her and nodding his understanding, moving forward he met her eyes. "How will I ever be able to look at everyone, when they find out about this?" she asked, her voice trembling as she fought to contain the sob of embarrassment. "I've never been with anyone before you Caydn. What will people think about me if they know I'm no better than a bitch in heat needing or wanting anyone to touch me?" Caydn ground his teeth together meeting her gaze, seeing and hearing the deep shame she was feeling, entwining itself with the overwhelming desire. This created a tsunami of emotion that threatened to crush her mentally. Brushing the back of his fingers along the side of her rib cage he bit back the snarl of need flushing over his body. His cock so hard it was throbbing with a life of its own, wanting nothing more than to bury itself deep inside her and pour out his thick fluids. "The only people who'll know, love you beyond life and also understand there are things out of our control at times," he assured her, his voice ragged with need. "One thing at a time, we'll make it through this." She nodded before closing her eyes. Willing her self to close her mind off to what was happening around her as a defense mechanism. Taking a deep breath she relaxed back against Lucien, gasping when she felt Caydn pushing the lace panties from her body, his mouth following their path. Caydn almost chuckled hearing the methodical reciting chants of events in history sliding into his mind while his lips tugged gently at the swollen flesh between her thighs, the wetness pouring from her wetting his face with each intense orgasm that ripped through her body. Flicking his tongue over her clit before thrusting it deep inside her feeling the clenching muscles inside her was almost his undoing. Glancing up at Lucien he saw his eyes snap open, knowing his roar of possession had hit his friend hard. His incisors lengthened rapidly as blood lust filled him as if a swollen damn bursting. Rising he spread her legs suddenly, his cock aimed to impale her as he leaned forward to bite. His deep savage growl echoed in the room when he bit deeply into the flesh of the arm that had moved to cover her breasts. Thrusting forward he buried his cock into her burning slickness as he drank from Lucien deeply. Gypsy screamed, finally feeling him fill her as she'd been begging for what seemed like hours. Hearing Lucien's stifled grunt she opened her eyes, gasping when she saw the savage glow of Caydn's eyes as he fed from Lucien's arm that was holding her securely. "Caydn me," she whispered, her voice weak with emotion, "feed from me," she almost begged. Lucien groaned silently, twisting his arm from Caydn's mouth. "He can't Gypsy, not now," he told her, brushing her hair back from her face. "He was losing control so he fed from me to help him grasp that control again," he explained as he held her body tightly, his best friend thrusting himself deeper to her core. Caydn looked at both Gypsy and Lucien, stilling his actions for a second. The woman he was obsessed with, leaning back, cradled in the arms of his friend. Her body naked and exposed, her thighs spread widely, his cock twitching deep inside her, raging for his release. With an evil smile he met Lucien's eyes before he began moving again. Pushing his cock through the waves of wetness dripping from her, sliding his hands beneath her legs he lifted them, opening her even further, exposing her to Lucien's view. He chuckled, hearing the ear wrenching squeak of Lucien's teeth grinding together while watching the cock disappearing between the swollen lips. "You're beyond evil my friend," Lucien laughed deeply, flashing him a smile, displaying his lengthening fangs. "Beware though, two can play that game," he said quietly, moving his hand to cup Gypsy's breast, his fingers tweaking the engorged nipple sending her over the edge rapidly. Caydn didn't have a chance to respond, feeling the sudden and painful grip of her pussy pulsing around him. Throwing his head back he roared, feeling his control vanish, thick burning cum surging through his cock, erupting deep inside her thrashing body. Lucien laughed, hearing her thoughts that escaped her control. "You can call this a new version of double teaming," he chuckled, seeing Caydn drop his head slightly, shaking it. "Bad joke I know but what else could you call it," he laughed meeting Caydn's sarcastic glance. She sighed loudly, feeling her body almost normal again for a few minutes while listening to the two men verbally jab at one another. "I'm beginning to think the only thing that's going to keep me from dying of embarrassment is the fact that the two of you insist on carrying on a stand up comedic dialogue," she said angrily, glaring at each of them. "You can let me go," she glared at Lucien. Caydn stepped back, clenching his jaw feeling the erotic sensations rippling along his semi hard cock as he slipped from her wetness. "He can't let you go Gypsy," he said quietly, taking a deep breath to maintain control as his eyes drank in the sight of her nakedness spread before him. "That insane historical chanting he's doing is helping me keep some form of hold on myself, as much as I hate to admit it," he forced a smile at both of them. "When I feel your body respond it's driving me to make your mind bleed into mine as I'd like for your life blood to do while I'm pushing my cock to your center," he explained seductively. "To feel you surrendering all to me is an overwhelming thing right now," he admitted. "I'm not here as a perverse observer," Lucien said quietly, "Not that I mind," he chuckled, earning himself a slap along the side of his head from Gypsy. "But I do know that this is a powerful thing and one that was meant to push both of you to a point that would destroy each of you in as painful a way as possible." Nostrils flaring as her scent hit him strongly. Caydn ran his hand along the outside of her thigh, digesting the signs that things were once again building within her. "I just want it to stop," she said, her voice ragged, her body beginning to take over again. "Just let me die of embarrassment now and never have to face everyone," she sobbed. Lucien braced himself, feeling the intense rage rolling off Caydn like a thick fog from the ocean. "Stop this Gypsy," he said firmly, gripping her arms tighter, slamming her shoulders back against his chest. "You're being a selfish spoiled brat right now, thinking of no one but yourself," he growled. "If you think this isn't equally as hard for Caydn or myself then think again little girl. We just have to be the ones to control it, and not let it control us since we have the power to end your life," he snapped, his voice raised echoing off the thick underground walls of the room. She suddenly wasn't sure if the burning she felt flushing her body now was from the spell Damone had slammed her with or the honesty and self contempt she felt from Lucien's words. Taking a deep breath she looked up, meeting Caydn's eyes, seeing the glow under control as he studied her closely. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "I wish I was stronger, but I'm not," she admitted. "But you are," Caydn said with a grin, his fingers moving to stroke the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh intentionally. "You're much stronger than you give yourself credit for. You've been standing up to me for months now and look at how you have me wrapped around your finger," he winked at her just as his fingers flicked gently over her swollen clit, making her scream at the contact. Gritting his teeth as her nails sank into his arms from Caydn's touch, he grinned at his friend. "You're the epitome of evil my friend where as she's the reflecting goodness, the day to your night," he said his voice trailing off, as he watched Caydn kneel between her wide spread thighs, his mouth capturing the raging nerve endings dancing through the swollen lips and clit. Her head fell back onto Lucien's shoulder while Caydn demanded her body's response with his mouth. Hearing the slip of his controlled thoughts before the chanting, Caydn had mentioned, began again she bit back a grin. Pushing back against him more she felt the hard ridge of his cock, evidence of how deeply this was effecting him also, pulsing gently against her lower back. Caydn glanced up sensing her actions and thoughts. Biting back the growl threatening to escape his throat he saw the twinkle of devilishness dancing in her eyes. At his nod he watched her turn her head slightly, brushing her mouth along the side of Lucien's throat, forcing a deep groan from the imposing man, as she bit the straining tendon of his neck. Lucien moved his hands from her arms after pulling them back further, tucking them beneath his elbows, entrapping them against her side, her hands falling to his legs. "The two of you think to go from playing with fire, to taunting an inferno?" he asked before his hands moved to cup both up turned breasts. Circling his fingers around each nipple in ever tightening circles before pinching them gently, tugging. His laugh filled the room as Gypsy's next orgasm ripped through her at the combined assault on her body. Her nails tried to dig through the black jeans encasing Lucien's legs, embedding themselves deep into his flesh. Her mind swirling out of control, her breath ragged and almost painful as each wave of pleasure surged through her. Loosening his hold of her, Lucien leaned back, her breathing calming. "I'm going to start the shower," he said, pushing himself back to swing his legs over the back of the couch where he'd been sitting. Caydn sat back on his heels, his eyes traveling over her face as the flush began to recede. Meeting her eyes, when they opened slowly he winked at her, laughing when a deep blush rushed to her cheeks. "Teasing him isn't a bad thing," he said softly, taking her hand, pulling her forward so she was sitting. "This isn't a time for inhibitions Gypsy. Let them go, its okay," he assured her. She wiggled her hips slightly feeling the plush fabric of the couch caressing her ass, teasing her to flex her hips forward so her pussy was touching it. "Again, not so soon," she whispered feeling the tight coiling deep inside her. Glancing toward the bathroom, hearing the water, Caydn stood, pulling her roughly from the couch. Turning her, pulling her body back against his tightly, groaning when the round curves of her ass touched his thighs, his cock trapped between their electrified bodies. Pushing her to the end of the couch, he grabbed her hands, placing them over the arm to the seat. His hips forcing her forward, she lifted one leg, resting her knee on the arm opening her body to him. A deep seductive growl escaped him as he stepped forward, the head of his cock slipping erotically along the swollen folds dripping with her wetness. Reaching up wrapping his hand in her hair, he shifted forward, pushing just the head of his cock through the tight muscles surrounding her pussy. Her mind was flooded with images of Lucien walking out finding them like this, Caydn slamming him self into her while she was begging for more with each thrust. Glaring over her shoulder at Caydn silently letting him know she didn't need his additional help to make the situation more out of control than it already was. She saw the subtle glow beginning in his eyes, right before he slammed forward sharply, the head of his cock buried tightly against the spongy core of her cervix. She screamed when he pulled her head back tightly, using her hair as added leverage to impale him self as deeply into her as was physically possible. Shaking his head, Lucien closed the shower doors already knowing what he'd find when he walked into the other room. The sounds and the vibrations surrounded his senses. Leaning against the door frame he watched the erotic vision playing out before him. The punishing savage thrusts of Caydn's cock creating the sharp slapping sound, as his balls making staccato stinging slaps against Gypsy's engorged clit, forcing screams from her each time. Reaching down, he unbuttoned his jeans, needing some relief from the exceedingly tight confines around his own cock. Sensing the escalation of the situation and Caydn's rapidly slipping control, he stepped toward the couch. Stopping to stand beside them, he watched as Caydn repeatedly buried his cock into her, the pink flesh of her pussy grasping, as if to keep him locked within her. "So the two of you thought to leave me out this time," he chuckled, glancing at each of them assessing the situation. Placing his hand casually on Gypsy's back, he flashed Caydn a devilish smile, before running his hands down her back, cupping her ass cheeks squeezing gently. "I do hate to be left out," he said, his voice as smooth as satin even though he felt anything but smooth. "I guess I'll just have to find my own place this time," he chuckled deeply. Moving his hands he spread his fingers, sliding them along the crevice of her ass. Moving lower he spread the escaping wetness around the tight bud of her asshole. Gypsy tightened, suddenly feeling the caressing touch tickling over her asshole. Pulling hard against Caydn's hold of her hair, she groaned as the tip of Lucien's finger pushed tightly against the constricted band of muscle, massaging it, sending rapid fire jolts of electricity through her body. His teeth ground together, his incisors slicing into his lip, as his eyes locked onto the sight in front of him. Caydn felt the fear surge through her initially at Lucien's touch, but as he watched the large man's finger stroke gently across the tiny pink hole, he felt her pussy clamping down around him savagely. Her head dropped when Caydn released the pressure on her hair, gasping she felt his thrusts slowing before he pulled back completely. She choked suddenly, feeling the firm long fingers move from their teasing strokes over her ass to push deeply into her pussy, scooping the wetness that poured from her, covering the crack of her ass more each time. Lucien nodded as Caydn pushed forward again, his thrusts slow and methodical. Running one hand up along Gypsy's back to her shoulder he held her as his other hand again began its torturing teasing of her ass. He felt his cock twitch every time he pushed tighter against the clenched band of muscles. Blocking his mind refusing to think about what it would feel like to replace his finger with his cock. Caydn wrapped his mind around hers, threading itself with her thoughts sending her mental images of what he was witnessing. Groaning he felt the ripples coursing through her body as her ass was slowly opening, taking the tip of Lucien's finger into her ass deeper with each stroke. Seeing his friends' finger embedded fully in the tight sphincter muscle he increased his pace, fighting the urge to erupt deep within her as he felt the caressing finger through the thin membrane of tissue. Her breath caught deep in her chest, feeling the matching strokes invading her body, the nerve endings of both her pussy and her asshole surging to overwhelm her brain with sensations. Lifting her head, leaning into Lucien's hand for support she looked back at both men, her gaze daring as the tightly coiled orgasm building in her threatened to explode. Lucien smiled seeing the wall of inhibitions come crashing down within Gypsy. Wiggling his finger deep in her clenching ass, he laughed when she pushed her ass back against both his hand and Caydn's cock, burying them deeper into her body as it began shaking violently. Darkness began swirling around her, her orgasm ripping through her, overwhelming her entire system sending it into over load. Feeling the scalding heat erupting from Caydn's cock directly into her womb she gasped for breath, the darkness threatening to envelop her receding. She tried to mentally curl her body into a ball as the men pulled out of her. Embarrassment flooded through her and tears threatened to escape. "I hate both of you," she whispered raggedly, pushing her self away from the couch walking toward the bathroom. Lucien shook his head, hating to see the pain radiating from both she and Caydn. "No you don't Gypsy, you just hate that your body doesn't hate us," he said softly, grinning, when she slammed the door on them with a huff. Sitting on the arm of the couch Caydn watched Lucien walk over to the small refrigerator in the room, pulling out two bags of blood he knew he keep in stock. "What worries me is what this'll do to her mentally," he said softly, taking the offered glass filled with rich blood. Lucien shook his head as he tossed back the contents of his glass quickly. "She has more strength then you know my friend, don't worry. She's actually stronger than even she gives herself credit for, but she'll find it." Glancing from the door to the glass he was finishing, he chuckled. "Do I even want to ask how you got donated blood that's overdosed with sexual hormones?" Caydn asked, setting the glass down. Throwing back his head laughing, Lucien winked. "Call this a gift from my nymphomaniac twin. She volunteers at a small blood bank, and while working mentally plays games with the women who come in," he explained. "She finds those who enjoy fear and plays on it, and others who enjoy experiencing wet dreams while donating. Then she takes what she needs and clears the minds of those working so they never notice the loss." "Amazing how twins, which is rare in itself," Caydn laughed, "but that both of you're as devious as the other. We better go see how Gypsy is doing, she's been quiet for to long," he said standing, following Lucien to the bathroom. ******************** Gypsy bit her lip harder, fighting the urge to scream, the water refused to stay away from her. She moved back closer to the tiled wall only to cringe when the cold hardness sent jolts of electricity through her on contact. Rocking back and forth with movements barely noticeable to the eye, she concentrated on the soap lying on the shower floor in front of her, melting beneath the hot water streaming over and around it. Lucien swore in a language she didn't understand when he walked in and saw her. Tears escaped from under her lashes as she closed her eyes when he and Caydn rushed into the shower, reaching for her. "No leave me alone," she cried brokenly. "Just leave me alone, and this'll go away," she growled at each of them. Lucien snarled, fury hit him seeing and hearing the exploding pain shoot through his friends mind and body at her rejection. Grabbing her arms he jerked her up from the corner of the shower floor. "Stop it Gypsy," he demanded shaking her abruptly. "It's time to grow up and admit you're an adult, stop using all of the bullshit your mother and Barton filled your mind with," he told her firmly, smiling when he saw the rage filling her eyes. "How in the hell do you know what my life was like or what I believe," she slammed her hands against his chest trying to shove him back. "What gives you the right to tell me to grow up? Other then the fact that you're as old as fucking dirt, and think we all need to act your age," she glared at him when he refused to budge. Gypsy Designs Ch. 10 "You seem to forget you're not the only one that god damned spell effected," he sneered at her. "Then add emotions to it, and now your actions. You're acting as if you have the right to destroy one of my oldest friends with your childishness," he said angrily, glancing back at Caydn. Leaning back from him she stifled a groan when the refreshing coldness of the tile again caressed her flaming skin. "Oh but you're the older stronger one that doesn't get effected, so what the hell do you know about what your saying," she taunted. Lucien laughed, tilting his head back under the water of the shower hearing the echoing laughter in Caydn's mind. "Older, yes, stronger, by all means, but unaffected?" he asked looking at her closely grabbing her hand pressing to the throbbing ridge of his cock beneath the soaked denim of his jeans. "Not affected would be a lie," he growled at her. Caydn stepped forward taking her arms when Lucien pushed back from her. Pulling her toward him he held her tightly, hearing the slap of Lucien's jeans hitting the floor outside the shower. "I'm sorry," she said softly looking up to meet his eyes. "Something keeps telling me if I don't hang on to everything I know as I've known it, I won't be the same person I've been all my life," she admitted. Nodding his head in understanding Caydn dropped his mouth to brush over her abused lips, licking the tender flesh where she'd bitten herself to maintain control. "We all change as we age," he said softly. "Each experience helps make us who we are, not take away from that," he explained, breathing in her scent, as she leaned against him involuntarily. Gypsy looked at him, clenching her teeth and taking a deep breath. "I need you again," she admitted with a twisted frown, "I need both of you." Caydn stepped back when she held out her hand waiting for Lucien to take it. He laughed when her eyes grew huge in her face. Glancing back he shook his head when he saw why. "He's a freak of nature, no matter what branch of nature you're talking about," he said seeing Lucien standing there with his silk boxers riding low on his hips, the thick swollen ridge of his cock pushed to the side, reaching his hip bone. "I might be a freak of nature, but I'm one freak who's been able to take many women from your bed into mine," Lucien laughed squeezing Gypsy's hand gently. "I wanted to save your delicate sensibilities so I thought I'd keep these on, and not make you run with fear," he winked at her. Moving her eyes over the two male bodies standing in front of her, she blushed. Her mind racing, thinking how many women would give their life's savings to be in her position right now, the hard firm muscles bulging and the above average endowment of each. "Who ever heard of someone taking a shower wearing those?" she asked forcing her voice to carry, even thought she felt like a church mouse in front of these two men. Moving her eyes around shower she held her breath. Lucien laughed and pushed the wet silk from his body. Lucien moved to stand behind her, bracing his shoulders against the cool tile before reaching to pull her back against him. Feeling the sudden rippling of her muscles he looked at Caydn knowing she'd held herself back to the point of extreme pain to cover her need. Acknowledging it Caydn stepped forward, his hand brushing over her breasts, cupping first one then the other, before letting his hand fall lower across her stomach one destination in mind. Gypsy gasped loudly feeling the pain dance across her body and mind at Caydn's touch. She'd fought hard but in the end she was paying for it. Leaning back she stiffened, feeling the pulsing hardness pinned between she and Lucien. Glancing up at Caydn she saw his smile as he read her mind. He smiled deeper when she closed her eyes and her mind from him. Pushing his hand between her legs forcing her to open for him, he flicked his finger tip over her clit. Leaning into her, pushing her back, sandwiching her between he and Lucien as he stroked her quickly, pushing his fingers into her sharply, sending her orgasm over the edge in an instant. "Do not hold your self back from this again," he demanded, pulling his fingers from her dripping wetness. "Do you hear me Gypsy?" he asked firmly, waiting for her to acknowledge his words. Lucien reached for her hands, pulling her arms up around his neck, forcing her back against him. Satisfied when she locked her fingers together, he dropped his hands to her sides, his fingers stroking seductively along the outer curve of her breasts. Caydn stepped between her legs, reaching down grabbing her legs, pulling them up, chuckling when she gasped opening her eyes suddenly. Shifting his hips forward, stroking the length of his cock along her swollen opening, pressing forward with each stroke over her clit. Her head fell back against Lucien's shoulder when she felt his hands moving around her hips to cradle the cheeks of her ass. Suspended between the two men, her arms around ones neck, her legs the others waist. She groaned, feeling the tight coiling burning in her stomach, the need building like a rattle snake coiling to strike. Flexing her hips she captured the head of Caydn's cock, moaning when it spread the tight band of muscle before sliding in with an audible pop. Standing still, Caydn watched her hips move slowly, pushing just the head of his cock in and out through the tight opening. He saw Lucien's grin when he moved his grip of her ass, aiding her in her movements. Looking down between the up thrust curves of her full breasts, Lucien watched, his teeth clenched as he moved her body, fucking her onto his friends cock. Pushing firmer moving her down, taking in more of the hardness, wiggling her slightly driving the head of the cock directly against her g spot over and over making her shutter violently, her orgasm exploding. Unable to hold back, Caydn surged forward, groaning when he felt the tight muscles milking his cock as she came. Leaning his head down, he sucked her tightened nipple into his mouth, raking his lengthened teeth over each gently forcing her orgasm to intension. Her breath caught in her throat feeling her body responding with a mind of it's own to the manipulations of the men holding her. The hands and mouth moving over her breasts, the deep thrusting of the cock buried in her, and the teasing grip of the large hands holding her ass, spreading her for both the cock she rode and the firm finger that teased the muscles of her ass before demanding deep penetration into her ultra sensitive asshole. Closing her eyes she let go of her mind, pushing out reason for nothing but feeling and sensation. ******************** Wrapping a towel around her tightly, she was shocked her legs actually held her after the hours the three of them had spent in the shower. She'd begged release due to wrinkling skin. Their answer had been to turn the water off, but keep her either spread against the by then heated tile walls or clutching the shelves. Caydn rode each wave of orgasm with her and Lucien monitored and aided when needed. Walking from the bathroom she accepted the glass of wine Lucien offered, before he filled glasses for him and Caydn. Their wine looking darker more full bodied than what she was drinking. Caydn hid his smile behind the glass when he saw her take a deep breath. He felt her mind whirling, but with a calmness that hadn't been there before. Watching her walk around the room as he and Lucien sat on the couch, he coughed covering a choking sound when she stepped over to the large torture table Lucien had had put in the room centuries before. "Do I even want to imagine the amount of young women you've held at your mercy since this was put in?" She asked over her shoulder never looking back at either of them, twisting the shackles at the bottom of the table back and forth. Lucien laughed loudly, "I don't think I'd tell you since I'd hate to send this new found freedom you have run back into hiding," he chuckled when she glanced back at them. "I think what I really wanted to ask was how many times did someone turn the table on you, and you were the one who ended up strapped down and tortured?" she smiled innocently, her eyes flashing ruining the innocent effect. Caydn looking at Lucien's wrists, seeing the long gouges he'd made while feeding were healing quickly. "How much damage have I done?" he asked quietly. Tossing his second glass back, Lucien smiled. "Nothing this won't cure," he said with an evil chuckle, nodding his head toward Gypsy, who was now wiggling beneath the thick terry cloth of the towel she was wearing. "That fabric's rather rough isn't it?" Lucien asked her fighting to contain his frown when he saw her snap her head up quickly. Adjusting the towel he wore around his hips he ground his teeth together feeling his cock throb painfully. He'd spent hour after hour restraining himself knowing he'd do no more without a mutual invitation from both Gypsy and Caydn to do more than aid in riding this spell out. "Once you fall asleep, if you should happen to wake to any let's say unusual noises, I suggest you keep your eyes closed," he laughed. "I'm going to need to find myself some entertainment so as to not walk around with this massive case of blue balls, the first I've had in centuries," he winked at Gypsy, making her blush, and Caydn roar in laughter. Gypsy glared at both men, shaking her head. "I really don't see what you find so funny Caydn," she snapped. "If this'd been happening a few weeks ago, you'd be saying the same thing," she flipped her wet hair over her shoulder, turning her back with a weak groan. Her hair slapped her back, reminding her of the slow subtle burn of desire in her body. Stiffening her spine she was determined to fight it this time. "Opened your mouth and it looks like inserted more than your foot this time Cay'," Lucien snickered. Shifting in his seat, he adjusted the painful erection hoping and praying she and Caydn would be getting some sleep and soon. Catching his train of thought she turned, seeing Caydn had caught it also she met his eyes. Seeing his slight nod and subtle smile, she leaned back against the smooth heavy wood of the table. "Lucien would you show me how this thing works?" she asked quietly, trying to keep the trembling rushing through her body from her voice. "Caydn looks like your time of rest has come to an end," he laughed, standing securing the towel around his lean hips. She watched the large man sat his glass on the counter near the small refrigerator. The muscles across his back rolled and bunched with every movement, making the palms of her hands curl wondering what they'd feel like if she were to touch them. "Another quick drink for me and I'll be right there," Caydn said stepping over to the counter, seemingly unaware of the effect his naked body and Lucien's semi nudeness was having on her. Leaning against the counter, he watched and listened as Lucien showed Gypsy the cuffs attached to the table and those attached to slender chains at the top. He bit back his smile when he heard Gypsy ask Lucien how he got women to agree to get on the table, or did he simply pick them up and pin them down by force? Lucien ran his hand over his face brushing his long hair back sighing deeply. "Gypsy normally all I have to do is ask and they slide up on the table willingly," he admitted, wishing Caydn would get done and get his ass over there. It was becoming increasingly harder to not reach out and touch her. "So if I were to say, 'Lucien would you climb up here for me?' you'd do it no questions asked?" she asked with a quick glance at him, her hands toying with the thick buckle to one of the leg cuffs. Glancing across the room he saw Caydn nod his head, flashing him a smile before turning back to the counter. "I would first ask if you're sure that's what you want me to do," Lucien said, his voice tense as he felt his body tightening rapidly, the throbbing in his cock increasing ten fold. She nodded her head, stepping back out of the way holding the cuff to the side. "I wouldn't ask if I hadn't meant it," she assured him. Lucien silently stepped to the table, and turned, he leaned back lifting him self onto the smoothly polished surface, watching her closely. Gypsy stepped to the bottom edge, reaching down she lifted the cuff chained to the thick table leg, unbuckling it before looking up to meet his eyes. She closed the cuff, buckling it in place when he moved his foot toward her. Moving to the other side she repeated it, securing his other leg with the thick cuff. Stepping in front of him she glanced around toward the upper cuffs. Glancing back at Caydn, as he walked around the couch toward them she shrugged. "I don't think you're going to need to worry about him being an unwilling sole, so the upper chains and cuffs won't be needed," he chuckled, seeing Lucien frown at him. She reached forward, grabbing the edge of the towel around Lucien's hips. "I don't think you're going to need this," she said tugging, until he lifted his hips briefly, releasing the fabric. Stepping up behind her, Caydn pulled the thick towel from her body, hearing her sigh, and the rough material raking the swollen nipples of each breast. Leaning his head down, he brushed the hair from her shoulder and placed small gentle kisses along her shoulder then throat, then stepped back to observe. Feeling her courage build he watched as she stepped forward, her fingers barely skimming the surface of Lucien's heavily muscled thighs. "It looks as if it might be my turn to orchestrate," he laughed hearing Lucien's pained growl when the back of her fingers brushed near his swollen cock. "I'm still deciding the length and rhythm of that I intend to concoct though," he flashed his lengthened fangs. Her hands trembled, her eyes watching them as if they belonged to someone else. They moved by their own accord, closer to their target. Taking a deep breath she stroked one finger tip along the side of his cock, finding her breath catching when she saw the veins straining and throbbing as if ready to literally burst with need. Lucien moved his eyes from Caydn to watch her face, unable to watch her hand moving so softly over his body. Gritting his teeth he tasted the blood from his fangs slicing the inside of his mouth. He tried clearing his mind, to calm himself so he didn't embarrass himself like a young lad with his first woman. Fighting the urge to shift his hips slightly and explode at first contact, coating her hand with the thick stickiness boiling in his balls. She froze when a savage growl escaped him, her fingers having slid beneath the throbbing hardness, bringing it into her palm. Closing her fingers, she almost giggled seeing her fingers didn't meet by several inches he was so large and engorged. Moving her hand she watched his hips fight to not lift, encouraging the slow stroking she'd begun. Glancing over her shoulder she saw Caydn leaning against the back of a chair, arms crossed he smiled at her, watching her every movement. His cock twitching slowly as she'd complete a stroke along the cock held in her hand. Smiling she looked up at Lucien who was frowning slightly. Laughing she pulled her hand back, resting them both along the inside of his thighs. Leaning forward, she chuckled when he roared, her tongue stroking the swollen head, lapping the wetness seeping from him. Caydn chuckled, knowing what she was doing to him and what Lucien as feeling, her hot little mouth began playing its game of teasing and biting before rewarding, by sucking the entire head of his cock into her mouth. "You might want to lean back and relax for this," he told his friend as he stepped up to the table, brushing her hair back, so both men had an unobstructed view of her actions. Lucien dropped back onto his elbows so he was still able to view the erotic vision before him, the hot wet mouth circling his cock before nipping it sharply, sucking it in as if to remove the abusive sting of her bite. He held his breath seeing her opening her mouth, taking more of him in, her tongue stroking the sides, as she struggled to swallow as much of his length as she could. Moving his hand down her back, Caydn pinched the firm round ass cheek making her groan deeply. Laughing he knew the jolt of vibration that would be sent through Lucien's body his cock resting at the back of her throat now. Her mind whirled, feeling Caydn's hands beginning their own assault, as she closed her lips around the satiny hardness she held deep in her mouth. Increasing her movements, she pulled more and more of Lucien into her mouth, feeling the spongy head resting against the back of her throat repeatedly. Her nails dug into his thighs when Caydn pushed two fingers into her wetness, opening her, twisting them stroking firmly, matching the movements of her mouth. Pulling back, she gasped, her body shaking, the need had built to an inferno quickly. Dropping her head to Lucien's stomach she fought the trembling, gasping with each breath for control. Caydn stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her he lifted her onto the table to kneel above Lucien. Her back was toward Lucien, her legs resting outside of his, spreading her open wide, exposing her completely leaving her vulnerable to his touch and actions. Lucien moved his hands to her hips, holding her steady as she fought the battle so hard. Closing her eyes she admitted defeat, allowing the hands supporting her and guiding her to take over. Feeling a hand caress her cheek, brushing her hair from her face she opened her eyes meeting Caydn's. Seeing his smile and the strain on his face she felt the urge to laugh at the situation. Dropping her head she groaned feeling Lucien's fingers slowly invading her body, playing it as if an instrument, creating wanting and need beyond her control. Pushing herself upright she bit her lip as Lucien's cock twitched, brushing itself against the sensitive flesh of her wide spread legs. Shifting her hips, she smiled, the wetness leaking from her to coat the hard steel of his cock. Continuing to move her hips back and forth, she lowered herself slightly, capturing the swollen crown between the slick folds of her pussy. Shifting her hips, she groaned, feeling the bands of muscles protesting as she slowly began pushing herself down onto the throbbing thickness, her eyes locked on Caydn's face the entire time. Caydn watched closely as her body opened, stretching to accommodate the thick meaty cock she was attempting to ride. Reaching out he slipped his fingers around her swollen clit, stroking her gently, she screamed as the thick head popped through the muscled opening. Lucien watched in fascination as her head fell back, her hair brushing erotically over his muscled stomach, her eyes closed, mouth gasping, her hips continuing their seductive dance, with each twist lowering sinking further down onto his cock. The heat and wetness felt as if it were burning him on contact, the slick tightness caressing as nothing had before. Gypsy fought to catch her breath, her panting almost pushing her to hyperventilate feeling the long thick cock twitching deep inside her, Caydn's stroking fingers abusing her overly sensitive clit keeping her on the edge of an intense orgasm the entire time. The throbbing pulse pumping along Lucien's cock battered her g spot keeping the whirlwind of sensations at its peak. Grabbing her hips, Lucien lifted her, holding her firmly before lifting his hips, spearing himself up into her waiting body. At her strangled groan he increased his pace. He pulled her backward, her hands bracing her at his sides. Running his hands down cupping her firm full breasts, Caydn watched each long firm stroke impale her body. Pushing her back further until she was almost resting against Lucien's chest, he leaned over her, running his tongue across the lower curve of her breast before moving down to tease the swollen sensitive clit throbbing directly above the thick cock thrusting into her. Hearing her deep gasp, he sucked her clit between his teeth, stroking his tongue over her clit with each stroke Lucien made. Gypsy Designs Ch. 10 Overwhelmed with the sensations hitting her, she felt the world spinning around her. Her body trembled violently as small explosions rocketed through her body. She knew her mind was what was holding her back. Everything happening around and to her was so totally foreign it was if a sobering slap. Feeling Caydn's hands moving over her breasts and stomach she relaxed slightly at the familiar contact until she felt the hard sucking surrounding her engorged clit. Gasping for breath she froze, tightening painfully around the hard cock embedded to her cervix. "Relax Gypsy," Caydn whispered against her ear. "Feel with your body not your mind," he said, his fingers resuming their slow steady stroking of her clit again. Closing her eyes she exhaled, feeling the muscles through out her body loosening. Her mind concentrated on the firm hold of Lucien's hands around her waist. The powerful throbbing of his cock as it thrust slowly into her, and the electrical tingling shooting from her clit under Caydn's skilled fingers. Lucien watched her, sensing the range of emotions and sensations swamping her system at once. Moving her body backwards ever so slightly, he thrust up hearing the gasp escape her, feeling Caydn's mouth surrounding the remaining flesh of her spread pussy, attacking her clit savagely. Holding her still, his cock buried deeply, he watched as her body responded. She'd never felt so overwhelmed in her life, not that she had much to compare this to. Her pussy felt stretched to the point of rupturing as Lucien slowly moved again, embedding his cock deeper into her body with each driving stroke. Despite her shock and the flush of embarrassment that had flashed through her mind caused by the mental image of her body being taken by two men, her mind couldn't stop her body's response. Lucien pulled her back, her back resting on his chest, her nipples tightening even more with each stroke he made into her body. Lifting his hands, he pinched first one nipple then the other, circling the tight flesh before pinching harder forcing a groan from deep in her throat. Caydn settled back onto his feet, his eyes watching the thick cock sliding deeper into the tight passage of her pussy in front of him. Gripping her hips he moved her down and upward slowly, a deep groan escaping her, her nipple was pulled from Lucien's caressing hands. He knew he wouldn't be able to maintain control long. He knew that as soon as Lucien erupted deep inside her he'd lift her from his cock before he savagely thrust himself into her burning heat, pumping his own hot slick cum into her body also. He had known he was tempting fate the minute he watched as her body lowered, taking Lucien's cock into her slickness. Lucien pushed himself up, cradling her in his lap, holding still as Caydn sucked her clit hard into his mouth, he fought the need to empty himself deep inside of her as she now moved unaided, impaling her self on his length. Glancing at Caydn he saw his control beginning to evaporate. Caydn's mind flared when he felt the tight muscle along her thighs spasming, her hands moving to grip his hands, nails slipping into his flesh. Meeting Lucien's eyes he knew he'd put himself in a dangerous position. Brushing his lips against her clit in an erotic kiss he nodded his understanding, giving his silent permission to Lucien to fill her as he would himself any time now. "Caydn, please," she gasped, her body feeling as if the world around her would shatter at any second. Tilting her head to look at him, she knew he understood what she asked for. "I can't Gypsy," he groaned through clenched teeth, his incisors flashing in the dim light. "I don't have the ability to control myself," he admitted. She fought the surge of emotion that flooded her mind and body as well as her mind. Her body seemed to hum, her skin flushed, wet with sweat from their combined bodies. Small flashes of that appeared to be static electricity seemed to shoot from her body to theirs, creating a huge surge of power. That power vibrated through out the entire room. "Now damn it," she demanded, gasping for breath her orgasm seeming to shatter the world around her, grasping both Lucien's hip and Caydn's hand, her nails digging in painfully pushing each man over the edge. Caydn bit down on tender flesh surrounding her clit, meeting Lucien's eyes as her scream seemed to shake the room he nodded. Pulling hard he tasted her orgasm pulsing through her blood. His cock felt as if it was electrified the instant her taste coated his tongue. Gripping her tightly her felt himself threatening explode. Choosing a lesser vein, Lucien bit down sharply along her shoulder, the need of his body over riding the semblance of control in his mind. His cock jerked violently. Overwhelmed by the taste of citrus that scented her body as well as flavored her blood he allowed his body to unleash its hold. Pulling his mouth away from her for fear of taking to much, he focused his mind on the powerful spasms massaging his cock, clenching muscles trying to pull his very essence from him along with the thick burning fluid forcing its way through his cock to bath her core. Gypsy felt the world spinning, her peripheral vision closing in as she felt Lucien emptying himself into her body. With each eruption from his cock she felt as if he were being absorbed into her. She closed her eyes, fighting to regain some control of herself, only for it to be ripped away as Lucien lifted her roughly, pulling his pulsing cock from her. Seconds later Cadyn's cock slammed into her, pinning her back against Lucien's chest as he held her tightly. Again she was absorbing, only this time she was taking both Lucien and Cadyn into her, their thoughts screaming through her mind as she experienced everything of Caydn and Lucien's orgasms combined along with her own in her mind. Lucien felt her body collapse, her weight resting on his chest as Caydn quickly felt her throat, finding her pulse racing rapidly yet strongly. Resting his head against hers he took a deep breath. "I've never experienced anything like that before," Caydn admitted. "When and if she asks I haven't any idea what I'll tell her." Lucien smiled shaking his head, "One thing you can tell her is that the spell broke," he said groaning silently, as her body spasmed one last time against his cock, pinned between their bodies. "I think it'd be safe to say some how she broke the spell as opposed to it wearing off. I think what we need to do is get her to bed since it's obvious she's beyond exhaustion," he chuckled, he and Caydn both looking down at her sleeping form still impaled on Caydn's cock, her body held between their bodies. ******************** Lucien woke with a start, something or someone jabbing at his mind as he slept. Rubbing his hand over his face, he almost chuckled when he felt Gypsy kick him, as if she thought he was trying to wake her. Closing his eyes wanting to go back to sleep, he suddenly sat up right. Someone had been jabbing at his mind and he now knew who. Frowning he slipped from the bed walking quickly into the bathroom, closing the door easily to not wake Gypsy, Caydn he knew would be awake before he stepped back out. Pushing his wet hair back from his face, he tugged his shirt over his head, walking back into the bedroom after his quick shower. He met Caydn's eyes seeing he already knew what was happening. "I'm going to see why she's here and also why she arrived with Victor," Lucien said quietly stepping to the door. "I'll bring down some clothes for both of you." Closing the door quietly behind him, he made sure both locks were in place. Taking a deep breath, he started up the long dark staircase wondering what type of drama Lucinda was going to cause on this visit, and was there a purpose for her arrival other than being nosey. Gypsy Designs Ch. 11 I hope everyone liked the edit and re-write on Ch. 10!! I'm also sorry about the long wait for Ch.11. I'd forgotten what it was like to have the full blown flu let along a house full of people with it. I had tried writing as soon as I was feeling slightly alive only to realize mentally I was as wiped out as physically... so it took me this time to finally get better. Ch. 12 is already in the works and it's safe to say almost half way done :) ~Shadow~ Chapter 11 Stepping into the hallway, Lucien knew his nosey sister already sensed his approach. Gritting his teeth, he wished he'd be able to speak with her privately instead of with the group he knew he'd find. "It looks like we're not going to have to wait much longer for an update," he heard her say, her laughter filling the room as he stepped to the kitchen door. Lucien knew better to have been shocked at anything his twin did but seeing her with waist length white hair, streaked with jet black and hot pink was more than he'd expected even from her. "You don't like my new look?" Lucinda asked, pretending to be crushed by his obvious reaction. Standing up she whirled around, showing off the skin tight white leather cat suit she wore, with of all things hot pink stiletto boots. Victor patted Sophie's hand when she sighed, "Let's not start our visit with a confrontation you two," he said with a knowing smile, meeting Lucien's eyes. "I asked your sister to accompany me since she has some information I think you'll find interesting," he explained. Lucien nodded he understood, smiling at the fact that the recently changed man held the same steel in his voice of his father to stop him in his tracks. "Luci, it's good to see you, even though it'd be hard for a blind man to miss a get up like that." He laughed when she glared at him, hating the nick name he'd always used when he was out to annoy her. Christian didn't stifle his laugh at all, earning a violent squeeze from Megan under the table at his actions. "Any news on how Gypsy faired after the other night?" he asked carefully, not wanting to alert Megan to the possibility things hadn't gone well. Nodding his thanks, he turned up the coffee Sophie had handed him. Meeting Phillip then Christian's eyes he knew each suspected something had happened. "Caydn and Gypsy are both fine," he said carefully, "They're down stairs in my room to hopefully avoid anymore of Barton and Damone's games until she has a chance to digest just how serious this is." Sophie sat back down between Vince and Victor, "Do you really think Barton now intends to kill her, or was it just anger?" she asked with a frown, concerned about her niece. "I wish I could tell you one way or the other Sophie, but I'd rather be safe than sorry, so I'm thinking he does mean it," he said seriously. Lucinda glanced at Victor when Barton's name was mentioned. At his nod she now understood why he'd asked her to join him. "It seems this name 'Barton'. I'm assuming is Barton Currington, keeps popping up," she said leaning back in her chair when everyone looked at her. "I've been spending the past months having some fun in the underground clubs around Munich, hence the outfit," she said flashing Lucien a smile. "I'd started doing some looking into some unexplained deaths of random newly turned. It seems the name Barton Currington is associated with a company new to the Munich area." "I called Lucinda after I'd gotten a few disturbing calls, some of the protectors from that same area were found brutally murdered," Victor explained, getting everyone's attention. "The deaths were made to look as if they'd been brutalized by us, even though those of our community knew instantly it was a fraud." Vince leaned forward, looking at his father, "Why didn't you call me, letting me know so I could start working on some increased security here?" he asked his annoyance obvious. Phillip leaned back in his chair clearing his throat. "I hate to be the one to end what looks to be a dramatic argument," he laughed. "It's almost dawn, and not all of us have the strength of Lucien and Lucinda," he said nodding toward Megan who covered her yawn sheepishly. "It would also be better for us to wait until Caydn and Gypsy are here before we discuss everything, so as to not have to repeat it," he explained. "I'm also going to call Jazleen and make arrangements for increased security for her and Angelique. A call to Micah and Samantha wouldn't be out of order since they've been here and possibly seen also," he said looking at Christian who nodded his agreement. Sophie stood gathering the cups from the table. She noticed her hand trembling just as Megan reached out, taking it giving it a gentle squeeze of assurance all would be fine. "I opened the other wing of the house when Vince told me you and Lucinda would be arriving. Also some additional staff would be coming in tomorrow morning," she said rinsing the cups placing them in the dishwasher. Vince wrapped his arm around Sophie's shoulder, before looking around the room. "If you'll excuse us we're going to get some sleep, we've been up almost twenty four hours now ourselves," turning he escorted his concerned wife from the room toward their apartment. "Have you and Vince discussed your choice yet?" Lucien asked taking the vacant seat beside Victor. Victor closed his eyes for a minute, shaking his head. "We discussed it over the phone beforehand but not since then," he explained. "I think he and I need to do just that as soon as possible." Lucinda who'd been silent, observing those around her stood up smoothly, flashing Christian a smile. "Well it seems that since you've found your mate there isn't going to be room enough for me in your bed anymore," she chuckled seeing Megan's eyes flare, glaring at both she and Christian. "That is unless she might be interested in something more than just you," she winked at Megan who almost snarled. Phillip laughed while Christian groaned. "Luci stop it now!" Lucien said firmly. "We don't have time nor the patience for your games sister dear," he snapped sarcastically. "I suggest you find yourself a room here and leave everyone else alone." Victor took Lucinda's hand, shaking his head. "Please don't make me regret asking you to join me," he said pulling her from the room behind him. "Oh this is going to make for some explosive and exciting times," Megan muttered under her breath. "I can just see the fur flying when she and Gypsy meet face to face for the first time," she glanced at Lucien seeing him almost pale at the thought. "I'll see all of you tomorrow night," he said turning to leave, planning on stopping by Gypsy's room before going back down stairs to his room where she and Caydn slept. "Phillip if you think it would be better to have Jaz and your daughter here, make the arrangements," he said meeting Phillips eyes. "Force in numbers," he said quietly, seeing his friend's nod of thanks. Having grabbed some jeans and a sweater he'd found lying in the chair in Gypsy's room, Lucien started back down stairs. "You've gotten old 'Ien," Lucinda said quietly using the name she'd always called him when they were alone. "What's been happening that has you looking or acting like your actual years?" Lucien stopped, knowing she'd be waiting for him, thankful for the chance to speak to her alone. "Luc I think for being immortal we all eventually begin to feel time catching up with us," he said looking up to meet her startling green eyes. "When in the hell did your eyes turn green?" he laughed, feeling some of the tension releasing itself. She batted her obscenely long lashes at him. "Do you have any idea how tired I get of being asked why I have silver eyes, especially when I have other things on my mind?" she smiled. "Call it vanity, hell or being vane which ever fits," she laughed, leaning against his arm. "It's just nice to relax and pretend you fit in at times, so I have different color contacts to go with my moods." "That I can relate to," he laughed, sliding down the wall to join her on the floor of the dark hallway. "Now give me a summary of how you got involved and why," he said looking at her seriously. "I know since you stopped working as a guardian you haven't had anything to do with the group. Why all of a sudden?" Lucinda took a deep breath, "Well as I said I'd gone to spend some time in Munich for a change of scenery," she started to explain when Lucien laughed. "Mom called me and told me father had given you an ultimatum and your first reaction was to run," he chuckled, "But that's another story for another time," he smiled at her. "I've had some friends who'd told me things were laid back there so I thought I'd see what was happening. You know how I always do some volunteer work whenever I'm going to be in an area for any length of time," she grinned, flashing her bright green eyes at him. Lucien laughed nodding his head, "I'm sure if he thinks about it Caydn will thank you for some of your hard work," he shook his head not willing to explain further. "It wasn't long after I got there I started noticing peoples thoughts were turning dark and dismal, lots of fear and I'm not talking anxiety, I'm talking nightmare type fear in the locals," she leaned her head back against the wall, looking up at him. "It didn't take long to find some of the weaker who'd begun obsessing," she explained. "They were having nightmares, while awake, about vampires ravaging their cities and killing everyone that lived there. Some people were locking themselves in their homes to supposedly save themselves from this 'plague' that was suddenly in town." "I can't imagine this thrilled Stephan at all?" he asked with a frown, referring to the dominant Vampire of the area. "I never even had a chance to contact him before he'd sent some of his men to find me, asking me to come in and talk to him about it. How he knew I was in town, I don't know," she laughed, knowing word of her arrival was never far behind. "Word from Stephan was that a new investment firm had come into the area, an international conglomerate that seemed to want to take all of Europe by storm. I knew this wasn't the first time one had done this so I thought very little about it. That is until a few weeks later when one of the donors came into the clinic and I noticed she was wearing a security pass from 'CIC' Currington Investment Corp," she said waiting to see if he'd have anything to add. "This woman's mind was a total mess," she shook her head in disgust. "She was literally a walking dominant nightmare, whose purpose was to scare those around her. Before I had a chance to call Stephan that morning when I left the clinic, there was news on every channel about a series of murders leaving bodies through out the city." Lucien growled deep in his chest, "You'd said earlier that some of those dead were newly turned, how do you know this or anyone know it?" he asked quietly. "Well I wanted to see for myself what was going on, so when the clinic was asked to provide blood and help at the local hospitals and clinics, I volunteered to go along in case I could be of help," she smiled at her ingenious plan. "We were held up in traffic near one of the scenes and I got out with one of the nurses to see if we could be of any aid," she explained. "It only took me a few seconds to realize the two men we'd come up on that had been murdered, were our own," she said softly. "They'd been bound and left to bleed out completely, not just a single cut, but a series of very effective slices along both the carotid and the jugular." "Newly turned, neither fully functional nor aware of themselves and what they can do yet, I'm sure," he said shaking his head. "Stephan should really do something about those of his own who turn randoms at a whim," he said angrily. Lucinda nodded her agreement, "I can assure you he and I had that discussion the following night," she said sharply, her intelligence and force obvious in her words. "When I again mentioned the thoughts floating around the people's minds, he handed me a folder with information about 'CIC' the first name I read was Barton Currington," she explained. "I'd heard the name many times before when Victor would speak to Elliot or Vince, I figured I'd give him a call since I knew he'd be interested in what was happening," she said leaning her head back closing her eyes. "That brother dear is the summary of how I got to be here and involved," she sighed thankful they hadn't gone into rehashing some of her past actions. "How much about what's been taking place here did Victor fill you in on during the flight?" he asked watching her closely. She smiled evilly winking at him, "Well what he didn't tell me got filled in when we got here," she laughed. "It might not mean much to the others, but I do know a spell when I hear one and just what that spell contained," she smiled knowingly. Lucien frowned at her, "I didn't figure it would take you long to begin ferreting out things you'd be better off not knowing," he muttered. "I guess I need to thank you for not educating everyone." "Oh you'll just owe me," she laughed, moving away when he acted as if he were going to reach for her. "I will give you one piece of advice," she said softly. "Next time I suggest more than a quick shower, since I can still smell her all over you. I guess I should be glad she and Caydn aren't mated and I didn't show up to find pieces of you spread around for touching her," she said seriously. "It really is to bad that I was forty-eight hours to late or your services might not have even been needed," her smile very feline like, her voice purring at the thought of running her hands all over this mysterious young woman's body while Caydn of all people watched. Lucien chuckled, "I think you're going to find that she's nothing like what you'd think. Even if they were mated I think she's strong willed and minded enough to not bow and scrape to anyone. And I think she's very happy with the male gender so you would've been disappointed," He laughed. She laughed imagining how Caydn was taking that. "Okay, tell me now so I can prepare myself. How whipped and obsessive is Caydn, following her around like a lost puppy, becoming all domestic and shit?" she said as if in disgust. Stifling the loud laughter threatening to escape him he shook his head. "I'm not sure if I'm going to enjoy the two of you meeting or damn Victor for bringing you. Get some sleep and I'm going to do the same," he said stopping outside the door to her room. "It's good to see you so far," he laughed when she punched him. ******************** Gypsy's mind kept fighting the urge to fall back into it's world of oblivion, letting her go back to sleep, while her internal clock kept screaming it was time to get up. Stretching she froze, the bed didn't feel like hers or Caydn's. It was firmer and without moving or opening her eyes, it felt like it was ten times the size it should've been. Covering her face with her pillow until she could organize all the thoughts running through her head, she gasped when her foot came into contact with something or someone, and it couldn't be Caydn since he was on her right, his arm thrown causally across her stomach. Caydn lay perfectly still, he knew if she didn't wake up fully before she remembered the past thirty two hours, she'd be hysterical. He sensed Lucien's wakefulness and hoped he'd be intelligent enough to do the same thing. "Please tell me I died and everything was just torture for all the things I've done wrong in my life," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow hiding her face. "No better yet don't tell me and just let me believe that," she groaned, shaking her head knowing neither of the men in bed with her would lie to her. Lucien rolled onto his side, propping himself on his elbow, grinning at Caydn. "Didn't I remember some time or another, the comment 'any woman would give they're life savings to have been in her position?'" He laughed when Caydn frowned at him and Gypsy pulled the pillow tighter as if to smother herself. "You never knew when to shut up, did you?" Caydn said trying not to laugh, when Gypsy flipped over onto her stomach, grabbing the comforter burying herself beneath it. Flopping onto his back Lucien sighed dramatically. "I'm sorry my manners seem to elude me when I'm woke up and it's still damn day light," he chuckled. "I'm sorry I woke you so go back to sleep and just forget I'm here," a tiny muffled voice told them both. Wrapping his arm around her waist, Caydn pulled her body toward him, covering her legs with his own, before she could kick him. "How in the world could anyone forget you're here when you're so deliciously naked under these covers?" he asked, his voice threatening laughter as Lucien shook his head knowing this would end badly. Gypsy erupted from beneath the covers, trying to make a speedy get away, hoping she had the direction of the bathroom right in her mind. If not she might very well end up standing naked in a corner wishing she'd die and soak into the thick carpet. "Whoa," Lucien laughed, catching her as she tried to leap over him and out of the bed. Tightening his hold around her waist, he glanced at Caydn. "I think this might be yours, but hell you always were bad about leaving your things around so who knows," he laughed loudly when Gypsy froze, turning her head to glare daggers at him. Brushing her hair back from her face she tried once to push against him only to know she was wasting her effort and time doing so. "Do you get your jollies by constantly reminding me of the 'things' you and Caydn use to do just for 'shits and giggles'? Or is this just form of torture that no one told me about?" she asked in a huff. Caydn sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, reaching his hand back waiting for Lucien to release her so she could get up. "Did she really just say, 'shits and giggles'?" Lucien asked with a laugh as she and Caydn both glanced back to glare at him. Lying back down, folding his arms behind his head casually so he could watch them. She held her breath for a second looking at Caydn. "Who are all the extra people in the house? And why is Aunt Sophie so upset?" she asked quickly suddenly bombarded with all the extra thoughts spinning through her mind. Lucien nodded at Caydn when he glanced at him. "She's ultra sensitive to everything still," he agreed. "She's? Hasn't anyone ever told you it isn't polite to speak of someone as if they're not in the room when they're right in front of your damn face?" she snapped, wrapping the comforter around her before getting up to stalk across the room, throwing herself onto the couch. "I don't know all the details so why don't we let Lucien explain it to us before the two of you draw blood," Caydn said getting up, walking across the room naked looking for his jeans. "Would you please put some clothes on," she choked, a deep flush covering her cheeks. "Bitchy to it seems," Lucien muttered, sitting up in his large recently vacated bed. "To answer your question, there are more people here today. Victor arrived last night and these are some people he's been training who are distantly related to you if I'm not mistaken," Lucien flashed her a smile. "My grandfathers here?" she said shocked, her voice fading as she wished she could simply evaporate never having to face any of her family or friends again. Caydn walked over sitting on the arm of the couch near her. "Gypsy if I'm reading Lucien right no one knows the spell had any effect on anyone, or even that it was a spell and not just some hallow threat Damon was trying to scare you with," he said softly, trying to assure her everything would be okay. Lucien could feel not only her eyes on him but also her mind poking at his, trying to see if Caydn was telling the truth or was just saying that to make her feel better. Keeping the information of his conversation with Lucinda locked away; he smiled at her when she took a visible breath before closing her eyes. Gypsy Designs Ch. 11 Instantly Caydn knew there was something Lucien wasn't saying, he hadn't mentioned a word about his own sister having arrived with Victor. Looking at him he saw the clenched muscles along his jaw and knew one person did know. He knew that if there was anyone who had the slightest change of controlling Lucinda it was Lucien. "Lucien brought some clothes down from your room so you can grab a shower here before going upstairs," he explained pointing to her jeans and thick cable knit sweater thrown over the back of the adjacent chair. She looked at each of them, not trusting her voice to tremble as she felt her stomach doing. "How am I supposed to explain my being down here last night, while my own grandfather arrived?" she looked lost, looking down watching her hands, as they twisted the soft comforter. "Gypsy we've been down here over forty eight hours," Lucien said carefully. "I told them we'd brought you down here to allow you to rest and recuperate from the stress of it all. Anyone from this house, mainly Sophie and Vince know this room's reinforced so its occupants can't be detected," he explained. She looked up, the relief on her face obvious. "So I can just say you brought me here so Barton and his goon friend couldn't find me?" she asked, looking at Caydn, who nodded. Jumping up from the couch she grabbed her clothes, stopping for a minute when she noticed it was nothing more than jeans and a sweater. "You're not much on the things that go under these, are you?" she asked with a frown when he shrugged and Caydn laughed. "I was trying to grab them, and not be found and questioned as to why I was going through your panty drawer," he said rolling his eyes, before leaning back closing them as if dismissing her. Caydn grabbed her as she started toward the shower. Pulling her against him, he brushed his lips over her hair, just holding her for a minute. "You shower and head up stairs. I'm going to get some more sleep and hope that idiot stays on his side of the bed," he laughed, swatting her on the ass before walking to the bed to lie down. ******************** Gypsy walked down the stairs breathing a silent sigh of relief that she'd run into no one since she'd come up from Lucien's dungeon. Taking a deep breath she walked toward the kitchen having heard Sophie speak to Vince. "It's about time you woke up young lady," Vince said with a smile, from the table where he sat surrounded by men she thought she recognized from visiting her grandfather years before. Sophie motioned to the coffee maker, while she continued writing the long list she was working on. "I need to run to the store since we have so many extra mouths to feed," she smiled obviously enjoying the thought of entertaining. "How would you like to go with me, so Vince can continue with his technical jargon?" she asked. Gypsy nodded, leaning against the counter glad everyone seemed to busy to be paying her any attention. Listening to the men discussing security systems and all the components she smiled. "When did Uncle Vince get to techno guru?" she chuckled when Sophie rolled her eyes. "Please don't get him started reciting his history, or we'll be here all afternoon," Sophie laughed. "Your uncle's actually more talented than people give him credit for," she admitted with pride. "Most of the young men spend some time during their training with him when it comes to system information and configuration." "Run grab your things and I'll be ready by the time you get back," Sophie told her getting up, heading to their apartment for her purse and coat. Gypsy drove silently, listening while the young man Sophie had introduced as Karl filled Sophie in on all the gossip and family happenings from her home town. When she'd walked back into the kitchen and Vince informed her that Karl would be riding with them she could tell by his expression there wasn't any need to ask why, it was for their protection, but something told her he was overly anxious for the job. Karl faked a huge sigh of relief when they loaded the last of the bags from the third store into the back of the large SUV they were driving. "Vince didn't tell you this was going to be a real job did he? One that would take hours," Gypsy laughed when he shook his head, ducking away from Sophie when she threatened to slap his shoulder for his disrespect. "There's a chance, just a small one, but still a chance that Phillip's going to have Jazleen and Angelique come and stay with us so I wanted to make sure I was prepared," she smiled, her excitement obvious. "I'd like nothing better than to have a chance to get my hands on her while she's still small and impressionable." During the drive back Sophie reminisced about Gypsy's childhood and the times she and Elliot would come and visit them. Pulling back into the drive Gypsy wasn't surprised at all to see both of Christian's cars already parked along side the garage, Caydn's larger SUV gone. "Sophie if you need to go and get dinner started, I'm sure Karl and I can manage these things," she told her aunt as she parked. Sophie shook her head, "I'll go in and get some help, but I put some stew on to cook this morning. If they got hungry they'd better have eaten or they can do with out," she laughed. After helping unload and put away everything, Gypsy told Sophie she was going to go up to her room for a bit and when Megan came back let her know and she would come back down. ******************** Having heard the SUV pull back in she took a deep breath wondering how she was going to handle seeing Lucien and Caydn again, especially in front of everyone without wanting to crawl under the carpet. She waited for ten or fifteen minutes hoping Megan would come up so they could walk down together. When she didn't she figured she might as well go down and not look like a chicken sitting in her room. Stepping to the top of the stairs she stopped suddenly, not only hearing a woman's voice she didn't recognize, but also sensing some one's thoughts being projected toward her, instead of just floating around as most did. Caydn looked at Lucien, as if silently begging him to strangle his sister since the last thing he wanted at the moment was a scene if he were to tell Lucinda to back off. Shrugging his shoulder he stepped away from the tall long legged creature, who tonight had long flowing black hair with white and startling blue streaks in it. "Caydn, I really don't understand why you're being so stand offish," the female voice said carrying down the hallway to where Gypsy had stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "It isn't like we aren't among family and friends, who've known us and our little perverted habits for years," she laughed a deep obviously intimate laugh. "Even Christian's new little bird has to understand by now that we have a much higher sexual appetite than most creatures." "Creatures, I couldn't have thought of a better word myself," Gypsy muttered loudly, as she walked into the kitchen. Everyone laughed except Lucinda and Caydn, who'd rolled his eyes when she glanced at him. Walking around the counter she turned the water on filling the tea pot, before looking at the group gathered around the table. Noticing Vince wasn't there nor was her grandfather she saw Sophie nod toward the hall and understood that they were in one of the many studies privately. A few of the new arrivals were sitting at the table going over some papers with Christian. Karl she noticed was standing back just a bit as if on watchman's duty. Lucinda leaned against the table her eyes moving over the tall long legged woman that she knew would be Gypsy, Victor's granddaughter. Glancing at Caydn she almost laughed, seeing that he hadn't taken his eyes off of her from the minute she'd come in. "I take it you're Gabriella, Victor's granddaughter?" Lucinda said, pushing away from the table, to stand between Caydn and Lucien. Slipping her arm around both men's arms, she flashed Gypsy a brilliant smile, wanting to see how far she could play this game before she tired of it. Gypsy turned around after having turned the stove on to heat the water for tea. Seeing Caydn standing there as if he were in pain, and the look of fury covering Lucien's face she wasn't sure if she wanted to throw something, or laugh hilariously at the situation. "You have your information correct, but I hate to say I'm at a disadvantage since I haven't a clue who you are or even if I really care," she said without even bothering to pretend to be gracious. "Megan if you're free, I have some designs I wanted to see if you'd like to look over," she said turning to get a cup and the tea bag as the water started simmering. Lucien shrugged his sister's arm from his and pushed her toward an empty chair at the table. "Gypsy this pain in the ass creature is my sister, Lucinda," he said his voice a snarl, "You can call her Luci, she loves it," he explained as Phillip, Christian and Megan all three started laughing. Caydn smiled hearing the deep growl coming from Lucinda, before Lucien turned and silenced her with a look. Stepping to the counter, he reached for Gypsy's arm, stopping when she lifted her eyes to his, the frigid look obvious. Lucinda never one to be dismissed, glanced around the room gauging the attention being paid Gypsy and Caydn. Leaning to her left she ran her hand along Karl's thigh, smiling at him when his frigid gaze fell to hers. Gypsy noticed Lucinda's movement, and only seconds later was bombarded with the fury and hatred that seemed to erupt from Karl. Ignoring Caydn, she glanced at Lucien who'd stepped back and was observing the pair casually. His stance and Phillip's expression let her know there wasn't anything casual about it. "I think we have other things we need to discuss and you and Megan can go over something as trivial as designs afterward," Caydn said with a frown, leaning against the counter. Setting the kettle back on the stove after filling her cup, she turned to face him, her attitude flashing in her eyes. "I'm so sorry you seem to think the business I'm busting my ass to build is so trivial, but let me assure you I don't think it is. I really don't care what type of discussion, or should I call it catching up you'd like to do now that you have other guests, but I have work to do," she said her voice flat. "If you'll excuse me," she turned and stepped past him, walking out of the room. Megan found her sitting on the floor of her room surrounded by designs and fabric. She sat down be side her smiling when Gypsy looked up with a frown. "I've got to tell you, that was amazing," she laughed, hugging Gypsy's stiff body tightly. "I've wanted to say something to that damn bitch since she got here but I haven't to keep from upsetting Sophie any more than she's been with everything happening," she said leaning back against the bed with a dramatic sigh. Closing her eyes she let her head fall. "Damn it, I didn't even think of how all of this would be affecting her," she said softly. "The past few days have just been really trying, I forgot it had to be for her to." "Gypsy, don't worry about it, I'm sure she'll understand," Megan said trying to reassure her best friend. "She does understand," Sophie said as she closed the door behind her. "I wish Lucien would grab her by the back of the neck and shake her until she remembers who she is, and the family she comes from and learns to behave," she said with a glowering frown, before flopping down in an arm chair. "She even decided to try and make Karl one of her play things, but thankfully he's stronger than that," she said with a chuckle. Gypsy and Megan exchanged silent glances since both knew the men were curious of his reaction. Looking at the young women Sophie shook her head, "I know Lucinda's parents, if they were to see her acting like this, her mother would have her hide and her father would tack it to the wall," she laughed seeing Gypsy and Megan smiling, containing their laughter. Gypsy sat her cup down and took a deep breath. "Well since both of you are here, let's make sure we go over these designs so no one can ever say we came up here to hide," she laughed softly, handing each woman a sheet with designs and notes she'd made. ******************** "I'm sorry Caydn but it looks like your little bird has flown the coop," she said with a catty smile, ignoring her brother's glare. "I was so hoping to find that you'd found someone who had enough back bone to be suitable for you, but sadly that doesn't seem to be the case." Vince smothered a cough knowing Gypsy, Megan and his wife were only a few steps behind him, and had to have heard everything, this wasn't going to end as well as Lucinda hoped. "Luci, I think it was Lucien said your name was," Gypsy said the sarcasm painfully obvious when she stopped in the doorway behind the woman, while Caydn faced her. "First off, I really don't like being called a 'bird' or any other animal of the various species out there. Nor do I like someone butting in where they have little to no business in my affairs," she said firmly locking eyes with the tall exotic looking woman who'd she spun on her heel at Gypsy's voice. Caydn stepped around Lucinda, taking Gypsy's hand pulling her to his side, squeezing her fingers gently, proud of her. "I'm not sure what it is, I should call you then since 'little bird' does seem to fit those of a weaker species," Lucinda said with forced sweetness. "I have a name," Gypsy said leaning against Caydn, wrapping her arm causally around his waist just to annoy the woman. "Gypsy is what most people call me, but again those are my friends, so Gabriella will do," she said meeting her stare steadily. "It seems like there are always things people aren't telling me," Victor said quietly, as he stood behind his granddaughter who was wrapped intimately against the side of one of his friends. "Victor," Gypsy squealed, turning to see him standing there. Pulling away from Caydn, she stepped into his open arms hugging him in return tightly. Caydn laughed, meeting the man's eyes over her shoulder. "And what would it be that no one's filled you in on this time?" he asked with a wolfish smile. Looking to Victors left, he noticed Karl standing off to the side as if he'd followed Victor from the study. His eyes flared when he'd seen Gypsy with her arm wrapped around him. Victor held Gypsy's arms as he stepped back, looking at the breath taking beauty his youngest granddaughter had become. "It seems no one told me one of my oldest friends had met with her high standards," he chuckled, brushing his hand over her cheeks, as she blushed and glanced at Caydn. "Let's you and I spend some time getting caught up," Victor said, tucking her hand over his arm, turning them back toward the library. "Karl I think it would be safe to say we'll not be discussing anymore planning tonight, so you can relax and catch up on your rest," he told the tall muscled man who silently nodded and walked toward the kitchen, dismissed. Gypsy walked with him down the hall into the study. She sat on the arm of a chair near the fire while Victor stood near it looking into the flames. "I have to admit one of the few things I miss is a roaring fire to sooth these old bones of mine," Victor said with a chuckle when he turned to face his granddaughter. Holding his arms out to her, he wrapped them around her tightly when she rushed to him, tearing breaking the damn cascading down her face. "You're breaking my heart with every one of those tears that fall from those beautiful amber eyes of yours, my little Gypsy," he said gently, nodding silently to Caydn who'd stopped at the door. "Every one of them is a stab to my heart with the knowledge of all the years I've left you to fend for yourself, without some of the knowledge I could've given you," he whispered, brushing his cheek against her hair. She sensed Caydn near before he silently stepped away allowing she and her grandfather time to themselves. Brushing the tears from her face she leaned back slightly, looking up into the tender caring amber eyes that matched hers. "None of it was your fault," she said her voice shaking. "There isn't any fault. I spent years wondering if my life would've been easier and more normal if daddy hadn't married Evelyn, but then it dawned on me I wouldn't be here if he hadn't," she chuckled, shaking her head, when he smiled and nodded. "I couldn't have said that any better myself, my dear," he said hugging her tightly before stepping back, pulling her to sit beside him on the couch. "I just hope we can make up for all those years of unhappiness with several years of nothing but happiness," he smiled at her. "Things since I've been here, has almost made up for most of it," she blushed, realizing how that sounded. "Starting my business and being here with Sophie and Vince has been more then I couldn't ever asked for," she laughed when he rolled his eyes at her as if he didn't believe she'd told him everything. "That 'creature' I think you called her," he laughed when she closed her eyes and tried to cover her face. "I asked Lucinda to join me since she had some information about some of the things Barton and Damon have been doing in Germany. I thought it might be useful to Lucien and Caydn since they're dealing with them here." He explained. Gypsy took a deep breath, "I know I shouldn't have said that, but it seems like things come out of my mouth before I even finishing thinking them at times," she shrugged her shoulders, not all together sorry for having called her a creature. "From what I've been told and observed since I've been here, I don't think you have a thing to worry about. Caydn isn't the least bit interested in her," he told her reaching over to squeeze her hand. "He seems more than a little taken with you and not being biased I think he's made the best choice." He laughed. "I know I have," Caydn said softly as he stepped into the room. "Luci is like an annoying little sister, I can't even imagine how difficult it must be for Lucien having to be her twin," he said with a chuckle. Victor shook his head, "Lucinda isn't all that difficult if you know how to handle her," he said smoothly. Lucien walked to the door, leaning against the frame. "If my memory serves me right there was a time centuries ago, where you would've considered 'handling' her for a few hours," he laughed loudly, when Gypsy almost growled beneath her breath when she turned to stare at Caydn, who was closing his eyes and taking a deep breath of exasperation. "You call yourself a 'brother' when it sounds like you sat back and was willing to allow a cad like this," she said pointing at Caydn after she'd stood up, stepping back out of his reach. "To try and 'handle' your own twin. That speaks volumes about you also," she said, side stepping around his tall lean body lounging against the door frame. Caydn glanced at Lucien, who was smiling while watching Gypsy stomp her way up the stairs toward her room. Turning to look at Victor who was fighting to contain his smile met his eyes. "Did he ever know when to keep his mouth shut? If so please refresh my memory, since I can't think of one," Caydn said with a slight snarl. "Not that my memory goes back as far as either of yours, but what I do know is neither of you have ever had much common sense when it came to females," he laughed at Caydn's pained expression and Lucien's wolfish grin. ******************** Gypsy stood very still while Sophie pinned the hem of the dress they'd been piecing together for her to wear Friday. Looking toward the door she saw Karl talking to Vince, when he stopped on his way to the guest house. "I feel like I'm living in a prison camp," she muttered as she turned, following Sophie's directions. Gypsy Designs Ch. 11 Sophie pinned the last section of the flowing hem, sitting back on her heels she looked toward the window, where Gypsy was staring. "I know this has been hard on you my dear, but you've got to take a deep breath and know what it'll be over soon and when it is, life will be dull and boring again," she laughed, taking the hand her niece offered to help her up from the floor. "Dull and boring sounds like heaven," Vince said, stopping at the door seeing what his wife had been doing. "Sophie you've not lost your touch at all," he said with a huge smile seeing the gorgeous dress Gypsy was modeling. Gypsy laughed, looking at the full length mirror across from where she stood. The dress was a gift from Sophie to her for her first big night out. She'd been so busy with clients she hadn't had the time beyond drawing out a design for herself. Turning she grinned seeing the moderate scoop of the back that left her upper back and shoulders bare. The sides seem to cling to her ribs as if by magic, keeping the full curves of her breasts contained. Her right arm was covered by a flowing peasant styled sleeve that narrowed down to a tight cuff from her forearm to wrist, while the other shoulder and arm were bare. Meeting Vince's eyes, she laughed, twirling so he could see how the fullness at the bottom of the slim lines skirt, swirled around her feet. Sophie blushed when Vince clapped and slid his arm around her shoulders, giving her a tight hug of pride. "I had no idea this woman had this type of skill or I would've been having her help me with the designing and not just letting her sit around beading and helping with alterations," Gypsy told him as she stepped down off the small raised platform. Sophie stepped up; unzipping the gown so Gypsy could take it off and she could finish the hemming on the long golden gown. "I like what I've been doing and I don't want to have to sit around pulling my hair out as I see you and Megan doing when you're trying to come up with something for someone," she laughed. "As soon as you're changed, the two of you can walk to the house with me," Vince explained, glancing out side seeing the sun slipping along the horizon. "I sent Karl to the house to go over some of the plans I drew up so he can call and explain to Phillip's security people what they need to make sure Jazleen and the baby are safe," he said with a smile of approval toward his wife. "I know you wish Jaz had made the trip back," Gypsy said stepping out of the dress in the dressing room before reaching for her jeans and thick shirt she'd been wearing. "I know I wouldn't like to have seen them both, but I can't imagine what it'd be like traveling with a sick child even if it is just a bad cold," she laughed slipping her tennis shoes on walking out. Gypsy slowed as the three of them walked toward the estate house. Something kept making the hair on the back of her neck bristle and she wasn't sure what. Stopping as if to tie her shoe, she took the time to look around, Sophie and Vince waited for her. Standing, she brushed a leaf from her sleeve. "Karl, you can join us if you'd like," she said with a smile, her voice slightly too loud as she exposed the odd man, who'd been standing back in the tree line. Vince covered his surprise smoothly, pulling Sophie to his side, as they waited for Karl to join them. "The grounds are just amazing even during the winter aren't they?" He asked Karl with a smile. "You should see them in the spring and summer, spectacular." Karl was rigid as he walked beside them, his expression that of a man heading to his own execution. Gypsy slowed as they'd reached the patio, reaching out she held Karl's arm motioning for him to wait. "I'll be there in a minute," she told Sophie who waved and headed into the kitchen, Vince glancing over his shoulder with a knowing nod. Watching the door close, she looked back at Karl. The sneer that was no longer hidden on his face, the burning hate filling his eyes made her take a step back. "It's obvious I don't need to ask what's wrong but I do think it might help, if you told me why you're here Karl?" she said, struggling to keep her voice from breaking, facing such strong negative emotions. "I thought you were a smart girl, a good girl, one who had pride in herself," he said slowly, his hands clenching and unclenching, as he looked between her and the house repeatedly. "I was wrong though," he spat the words out in disgust. Running her hand through her hair, brushing it back from her face she tried to pick out what it was he was talking about, but his mind was so filled with painful, bitter thoughts it was overwhelming to her. "Hang on Karl, what're you talking about?" she said calmly, trying to reach out and take his hand to calm him down. "Don't touch me," he snapped, stepping back quickly. "I've seen what happens to people when one of you touches someone," he said quickly, his face turning redder as his anger reached a boiling point. "Karl I think you're talking about someone like me and not Gypsy," Lucinda said with a purr to her voice, as she stepped through the gate from the enclosed patio. She glanced at Gypsy and saw she did indeed have strong abilities, since the warning to step back she'd sent, had been vague yet Gypsy had followed it. Karl's face blanched white, seeing Lucinda stepping into the light of the patio. His eyes moved over her body, the deep plunge of the curve hugging vee necked sweater, the pencil legged slacks that encased her long legs, all of this resting on five inch heels that made her appear to be almost seven foot tall and not the modest six, three she was then. "I think he's actually talking about all of 'us' and not Gypsy, Lucinda," Caydn said pushing away from the dark brick wall that surrounded the patio area. The muscles tensed in his body as his eyes moved quickly from one to the next until he realized they circled him. "Stay away from me," he all but screamed, the veins in both his neck and temples distended, pounding with emotion. "I'm not going to let you play with me like I'm a little mouse you can torture, before you kill me," he snapped, his eyes wild as he crouched in a counter attack position. Turning his gaze toward Gypsy his nostrils flared. "They're going to make you one of them, you'll be their blood thirsty entertainment that keeps them occupied during the long dark nights," he all but spat the words at her. Gypsy felt her breath catch in her throat as the intense waves of anger and disgust bombarded her. Her hand went to her throat attempting to keep the bile that was rapidly rising from escaping. Lucinda moved quickly, anticipating Karl's charge on Gypsy. Stepping between her and Karl, she nodded as Caydn grabbed Gypsy, pushing her quickly toward the house. Slamming the door, just as Karl screamed loudly, he pulled Gypsy against his chest, his arms wrapping around her tightly, her sobs filling the room. Sophie and Vince stood frozen for a moment before the room was suddenly filled with the additional men Victor had sent to the estate. "What in the hell's happening?" Victor roared stepping into the room seeing his granddaughter bordering on hysterics and hearing one of his employees, being physically subdued outside. Gypsy looked toward her grandfather, her eyes almost blind from the tears. Taking a deep breath she surrendered to the darkness, that had been pushing itself against her mind, relief from the stress immediate, as she collapsed in Caydn's arms. ******************** Holding very still, she listened to the soft voices, as they began filtering into her mind as she woke. She sensed Megan near her, her worry obvious as she listened also. "Why in the hell didn't you tell Lucien or even me about any of this?" Caydn snapped, his eyes glowing after what he'd just heard. "There should've been people sent in to clean that mess up before it'd accelerated to that point," he growled. Lucinda sat quietly on the arm of the chair near the fireplace. She met Caydn's eyes unflinchingly, having known this would be the reaction if anyone ever found out about the job she'd been sent to do before she'd left the Guardians. "What good would my having told either one of you done?" she asked quietly, meeting the stares of both her twin and his friends at her question. "And before you go off on another tangent let me assure you, there'd been 'people sent in' before I was contacted about it," she said firmly. Lucien threw back a large snifter of bourbon before turning to glare at his sister again. "This was why you left?" he asked, "yet you still didn't think it was important enough to mention to me or anyone else?" Victor shook his head, hating the contempt and rivalry he was witnessing. "Lucien in all fairness, do you honestly think they would've allowed Lucinda to walk free of her contract with the Guardians, had she not been sworn to secrecy? If they'd thought she wasn't to be trusted she would've never survived to have needed the contract broken." "Good morning sunshine," Megan laughed, smiling at Gypsy, trying to break some of the tension in the room. Gypsy rolled her eyes at her friend, brushing her hair from her face she sat up. "I'm not sure I really want to hear everything I missed, but just let me know is Karl going to be okay?" she asked meeting Caydn's eyes. Caydn took a deep breath, shoving his hair back before nodding. "Karl's on his way back home as we speak," he explained. "Christian sedated him, and after we found out what some of the root causes were, it was clear that Karl was going to need more in depth help that what we could offer him here." Lucinda watched Gypsy closely, wondering exactly what she'd seen and felt from Karl during his rage, before she'd passed out. Glancing toward Caydn who was pacing the room, she leaned forward. "Gypsy would you mind if I asked what you saw or felt before Karl got out of control?" she asked, ignoring the growl, that escaped Caydn at the question. Gypsy shuddered slightly, taking a deep breath, meeting Lucinda's eyes. "It was really a blur, as if his mind was spinning so fast only bits and pieces of things were actually coherent," she said softly, ignoring Cadyn's hand reaching toward her. "If I saw something that might be a help, then let me," she snapped, looking up to meet his black eyes. "If you don't think I feel like a total idiot having passed out when someone was in so much pain and distress, then you don't know any damn thing about me at all," she said firmly. Lucien slammed his glass down on the bar, the sound of shattering glass an explosion in the quiet room. "I'm going out," he roared, spinning on his heel, leaving. Christian looked at Phillip, who'd been quietly observing from the doorway. At his nod he turned, following Lucien. "You'll be fine here with Gypsy?" He asked Megan who nodded silently, knowing he was also going to follow and make sure Lucien didn't do anything stupid. Gypsy closed her eyes, listening to the silence after Caydn had slammed his fist into the wall beside the fireplace and stormed from the room, anger swirling around him as if a vortex out of control. "I can add being able to clear a room to my resume it looks like," Lucinda chuckled, glancing at Victor and Vince who remained other than Gypsy and Megan. Victor laughed softly, "I think you'd be better leaving that from the resume my dear," he said smiling when Vince agreed. "You have to understand that their reaction was out of fear and protectiveness of you and not anger." "I'm going to get some tea and see if Sophie's off the phone and let her know you're awake," Megan said, "Would you like something other than tea?" she asked before heading to the kitchen. "What exactly did you see Gypsy?" Lucinda asked; sensing that she'd prefer to finish the discussion, before Sophie or the men reappeared. "I'm not sure if this is going to make sense since it doesn't to me," Gypsy said quickly, her fingers absently reaching to rub her temples. "It was almost like he was watching a circus at first," she explained. "But I could suddenly hear his breath real loud, as if he'd been running and was panting for breath. Then his heart beat was almost as loud as a drum," she shivered. "That's when things got really fragmented, the circus turned into a horror movie," she said, looking up to meet Lucinda's gaze. "There was blood everywhere, some people were laughing and cheering while some where screaming, as if they were being ripped apart," she said her voice fading. "They were being ripped apart," she whispered, seeing in her mind the body of a young man being tossed around while others sliced him as if with knives, blood pouring out over the body and the floor. Gypsy opened her mouth but no sound escaped, as the face of a young woman filled her mind, the fear painfully obvious as she huddled or tried to huddle and hide in a corner from the mayhem taking place around her. Lucinda knelt in front of Gypsy, her hands holding hers tightly. "Gypsy, it's okay. It was just a dream Karl had," she said firmly trying to pull the young woman in front of her back to her. "I want you to listen to me," she said dropping her voice slowly. "Listen to what I'm saying and breath. Close your eyes and just listen." Gypsy jerked suddenly, feeling the invading tickling of her brain, as Lucinda attempted to control her mind. "Stop that," she snapped, snatching her hands from Lucinda's, shoving them into her hair, massaging her scalp. "I really wish to hell all of you would stop that shit," she snapped, almost laughing at the startled look on the tall woman's face. Caydn stepping out of the shadows of the hallway laughing, "It's a real shocker to find that your easiest talent is worthless, isn't it Luc?" he asked seeing Lucinda's shock. Gypsy looked at him, taking a breath when she noticed the brown band had returned to his eyes. "I thought you'd left to follow Lucien?" she asked annoyed, at all the attention she was suddenly getting. "I did, but after Christian decided to give me one hell of an upper cut and threatened more if I didn't calm down," he laughed, seeing Megan cover her mouth and giggle. "I thought I'd come back and make sure you were okay." Lucinda shook her head, watching as the tall gorgeous man, stepped to the end of the couch and pulled Gypsy up and into his arms. "I guess she's more than just an unusual anomaly that's peaked your interest," she flashed both of them a smile. "A woman who's above your dazzling charm and skills, this should be fun to watch," she laughed, flopping down on the love seat beside Victor. Gypsy glanced at her, one brow raised. "I'm not sure if I should be insulted from having gone from a 'bird' to now an 'anomaly'," she laughed as Caydn scooped her up in his arms. "I think we've had enough entertainment for the evening," Caydn said, ignoring the sharp pinch Gypsy gave him, as he walked toward the door way. "Lucinda if you would drive Megan home. I'm sure Christian will be there very soon. You also might find Lucien's form of letting off stream to your amusement also," he laughed as the tall woman smiled and purred. Closing the door to the study behind them when Caydn hesitated, she glanced at him. "Should I even ask what that was about?" she said quietly, her cheeks flushing suddenly at the thoughts running through her head. Sitting down in the large leather chair behind his desk, he smiled as Gypsy straddled his lap, propping her elbows on his chest. "Let's just say that as twins they both seem to have the same taste for things," he laughed quietly, his fingers threading themselves deep into her hair, pulling her mouth down to meet his. Her sigh was captured by his mouth as her tongue slid seductively along his as he kissed her. Closing her eyes, she fought the groan that threatened to escape her, his fingers tugged firmly on her hair, pulling her head back so his lips could move along the slender lines of her throat. "Wait a minute," she said breathlessly, pushing back she looked down at him, the seductive glow of his eyes moving over her face to her mouth then traveling to her full breasts in front of him. "What do you mean, they have the same tastes?" she asked, stopping, when it registered what he'd meant. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, realizing Lucinda enjoyed women also. Caydn laughed seeing her expression, his body tightened at the images that flashed through her mind at the thought. His hands dropped to her hips, pulling her body tightly against the rock hard length of his cock. Shifting his hips slightly, he chuckled at her gasp. "I'm sure if you'd ever like to observe first hand, the two of them would be more than willing for the audience," he said softly, leaning forward to capture one nipple through the fabric of her shirt. "What?" she stuttered, her body having a mind of its own, as he easily manipulated her hips against him. "Why would I want to observe?" she said innocently, her voice fading, her mind filled with intimate images of two women's bodies intertwined, their expressions that of rapture. "Stop that," she gasped taking a deep breath. Caydn laughed seeing and feeling the flush that covered her cheeks, had moved down across her chest with its rosy color. Reaching to pull her against him he hesitated feeling her stiffen slightly. "What's wrong Gypsy?" he asked leaning forward, attempting to nuzzle her neck only for her to lean away from him, and preventing him from touching her. She kept her eyes down, focusing on her hands now resting against his chest, holding him at bay. "Nothing," she said softly, her voice fading into a sigh. "I'm not as comfortable as I obviously should be about some things you seem to think of as perfectly normal in life," she said in a rush, at the same time slamming her blocks up in her mind knowing he'd be searching for what had upset her. He'd felt her mind close off from him, and at the moment knew pushing for entry would break what appeared to be an unstable level of trust she was feeling. Leaning back he watched her for a minute, his hand slowly moving over her back, tangling in the riotous curls hanging down her back. "I'm not sure I know exactly what you mean," he said slowly, trying to read her body language since that was the only thing she was offering. She took a deep breath, hoping she'd be able to control the blossoming inferno of embarrassment she was feeling. "I think Lucinda might have said it best when she was talking about the 'perverted things in life' all of you thought of as the norm, and how 'all of you have a much higher sexual appetite than most creatures', I think is how she put it," she said quietly wishing she could vanish and not have to meet his eyes at the moment. Caydn wanted to laugh but something told him this was not the time for it. He also didn't think this was the appropriate time to remind her that her sexual appetite was close to being as strong as his own, when she let herself go. "I should've warned you about Luc being here, and that she's never been known for her tact about any issue or situation she senses is off limits to someone," he tried to explain. "I know that this is something that's new and overwhelming to you, and that everything that took place the other night has to be mind blowing in itself." She froze the minute he mentioned what had happened between her, Lucien and him. Pushing back quickly she slid from his lap, avoiding his hands, as he reached for her. "I wasn't going to bring that up and I wish you hadn't either. But you're right, it is beyond mind blowing for me, to even try and figure out how I ended up in that situation let alone how I can live with myself, knowing it happened," she said taking a deep breath to keep her voice from shaking. "I'd like nothing better than to forget it ever happened, so I think it would be the best thing if I went to my own room and we agree, none of us will ever mention it again or think about it," she said looking up to meet his eyes. Gypsy Designs Ch. 11 Caydn fought the urge to grab her and shake her, wanting to break down the wall she'd silently built around herself without his being aware of it. "So you think by deciding your not going to think about it, that it'll magically go away?" he asked, failing at keeping the deep sarcasm from his voice. "Had I known that was all it took to make feelings and events go away, I would've done that the night we met. Maybe then you would've been spared all of the shame and embarrassment that seems to be oozing from you," he snapped, disgusted. Gypsy refused to let him see how deeply his words stung her, her hands twisted in the hem of her sweater absently. "I guess the best thing for us to do, is just act like nothing ever happened. With any luck Lucien can figure out what to do about Barton so I can find my own place and be out of your hair," she said before turning on her heel walking out the door. She hesitated at the hallway, hoping she be able to make it up the stairs without anyone seeing her. Fighting the tears threatening to escape she took the stairs two at a time, taking a deep breath only when she closed her door behind her, the lock falling into place. Her body cringed, when she heard the thundering slam of the door beneath her room. The echo of the kitchen door slamming soon after made her jump. Closing her eyes she listened as the motor of the sleek sports car roared to life, tires squealing as she knew Caydn was leaving. She made it to her bed before she collapsed, tears running down her face as she felt as though her insides were being ripped apart. Shaking her head, she took a ragged breath. She'd over come anything life had thrown at her so far, she wasn't going to let this stand in her way anymore than she'd allowed anything else. Pushing off the bed she walked into her bathroom, turning on the shower before ripping her clothes off, needing to wash the smell of him from her skin even if it wasn't possible to remove it from her mind. Gypsy Designs Ch. 12 Gypsy sat at the sewing machine, finishing steaming the panels she was about to finish the last seam on. Closing her eyes, she dropped her head, rolling her shoulders she tried to relive the tension and pressure she felt between her shoulder blades. She'd spent the past three days sewing every waking hour. The orders had been increasing on a daily basis with the holiday season about to officially kick off in three days, Friday. Glancing to the gown Sophie had made for her, she frowned. Wishing she'd had the nerve to tell Sophie when she'd been in the shop earlier, she wouldn't be going so the gown had been a waste of time. Gathering the fabric lying on the machine, she lifted the pressure foot, getting ready to make the final alterations her client had requested a few hours ago. Hearing voices, she looked out the window toward the estate house, wondering who was outside. She knew it wasn't Sophie; she'd gone to the house earlier to lie down, not feeling well after having caught a cold, which seemed to be making the rounds. Pressing her foot down on the machines pedal, she sewed a quick accurate seam along the edges of the shining satin. Glancing up as she cut the loose threads. She saw a tall brunette woman walking with Megan. She wondered if she'd missed a scheduled fitting, or if this might be one Megan had made she wasn't aware of or remembered. Walking to the steamer one last time, she waved over her shoulder, as the two women stepped through the door. "You're right the notice is a little late, but Gypsy might have something lying around we can finish, or maybe an idea of something we can put together quickly," Megan was saying, closing the door behind her guest. Gypsy glanced at the tall willowy woman, who was talking to Megan quietly. Taking a quick inventory having heard Megan's comments, she knew of a few pieces that she might be able to make work with the woman's figure. "Megan if you're looking for something one piece, I think I have something you might want to show your client," she said adjusting the steamer, before hanging the skirt on a hanger. Megan looked at Lucinda, seeing her smile; she realized Gypsy didn't have a clue who the woman was. "I wasn't sure how busy you were, but I wanted to ask if you thought we might have something that would work for her," Megan said quietly, waiting for Gypsy to recognize the tall woman. "How tall are you, if you don't mind my asking?" she said loudly, sorting through some unfinished gowns were hanging in one of the closets in the spare fitting room. Lucinda chuckled quietly, motioning for Megan to not say anything. "I'm five, eleven bare foot, but the shoes I'd like to wear have a four inch heel, so that would make me six three," she said loudly, so Gypsy could hear her in the other room. "I was asking because I have a few different ones to choose from, I wanted to make sure there was enough fabric for any alterations needed," she said, walking back in the room carrying a gown made of burnished silver fabric. "You can take this into the dressing room and try it on if you'd like, we can see what we can do with it from there," she said with a smile, her voice fading when she met the unusual silver eyes of the tall brunette. "I wasn't sure if you were going to be willing to help me or not," Lucinda said with a smile seeing realization hitting Gypsy like a truck. "This is me, as myself," she laughed as Gypsy stared at her. Megan laughed seeing the shock on Gypsy's face, "I felt the same way when she walked into the kitchen, but when Victor asked her if she'd found a dress yet, and called her by name I knew," she smiled. "Victor's going?" Gypsy said looking at the two women. "I wasn't aware he was going. Hell I don't really know who is, and isn't going," she said handing the dress to Lucinda. "Go ahead and try this on, we can talk when you come out." Sitting at her machine she looked at Megan questioningly. "Caydn asked Victor if he'd like to join everyone. He agreed after Vince told him he had a tuxedo he could wear," she laughed, "Victor was trying it on as we walked out." "Victor asked if I'd go as his partner, since he thought dancing with Lucien would be rather awkward for both of them," Lucinda explained, walking out of the dressing room, her arm across her chest holding the strapless gown in place. "I hate to ask but could one of you zip me up," she smiled. Lucinda tossed her hair over her shoulder as Gypsy stepped behind her to zip the form fitting gown. Smiling she turned looking in the full length mirror. The bodice of the gown was stiff, allowing the full curves of her breasts to swell gently without being squeezed, trying to keep the dress in place. "This is gorgeous," Lucinda laughed, spinning to look at Gypsy and Megan who were watching her as if they didn't know who she was. "I know, I haven't seemed much like the girly girl, but I love beautiful clothes as well as the next girl," she flashed them both a sparkling smile. "Is the funny feeling band under my breasts, what's keeping the gown up?" she asked turning to see the back of the flowing gown. Gypsy couldn't help but laugh seeing how happy the previously brooding, trouble making woman seemed. "The band seals the gown against your body so the bodice doesn't have to be strangling to keep it in place," Gypsy nodded, stepping over to gather a small amount of fabric along Lucinda's waist. "I think the only alterations we're going to need to make are right here in the waist, along with finishing the side slit and hem," she beamed proudly seeing one of her creations come to life. Megan stepped to the table, for the measuring tape. "Is it my imagination or does this material match her eyes, or am I losing my mind?" she laughed, handing the tape to Gypsy who motioned Lucinda to the raised platform to mark the hem. "Megan, would you mind grabbing those four inch heels we have in the fitting room? This way I can make an exact marking? We aren't going to have much time to get this finished," she said kneeling beside the platform. "Sophie was talking about the gown she made for you," Lucinda said, taking the shoes Megan brought in. "She's so excited about it," she chuckled, stepping to the middle of the platform, standing still as Gypsy began measuring and pinning the hem. "Where's the dress Sophie made?" Megan said sticking her head out of the back room questioningly. "I haven't seen it since she finished it," she frowned seeing Gypsy's noncommittal shrug. "I hung it in the spare room, in a dress bag so nothing happens to it," she said quietly, intent on the clouds of silver fabric she was working on. "I've had so many calls yesterday and today. I'm thinking I might stay here, and make sure I have all of the orders finished and alterations done," she said, motioning Lucinda to turn. "Mrs. Clyburn has given our card to at least two dozen of her friends in the past week and a half, and I'm almost over whelmed with orders." Lucinda glanced over her shoulder at Gypsy, who was kneeling beside her. She'd heard from the argument Lucien and Caydn had, she'd slammed her blocks up and hadn't let them budge in days. She also wasn't having much to say to anyone in the house, other than her aunt and uncle, occasionally her grandfather. Megan shook her head, glaring at Gypsy's back. "I'll be back in a few minutes," she said heading toward the door. "I'm going to find Christian and let him know we've got to work, so he'll know I won't be going Friday either." Sitting back on her heels Gypsy stared at Megan. "Why in the hell would you do something like that?" she asked, her cheeks flushed. "Caydn's using Friday to introduce you and Christian to the business community," she said shaking her head, motioning for Lucinda to turn again. "I was under the assumption you and I were in this together, or was I missing something?" Megan said stopping at the door pinning Gypsy with her stare. "I'm also aware Caydn was going to introduce us to his business friends, but he was also planning on introducing you to those same people," she said firmly waiting for Gypsy to deny it. "I don't know if I'm butting in, but knowing me it's never stopped me before. I think you should go Gypsy, or that's going to leave Lucien to dance with Caydn," Lucinda winked at Megan, before looking down at Gypsy who was silently staring at her, hands holding the pin cushion she'd been using. "You're not butting in, and I understand what you're saying, but I just don't think it would be a good thing if I go, if Caydn even cares if I intend to go," Gypsy said softly, reaching to continue pinning the remainder of the gown Lucinda was wearing. Megan walked over, sitting down watching Gypsy closely. "I think he'd care, and I care if you go. So make up your mind so I can let Christian know, one way or the other," Megan said firmly, forcing Gypsy to make a choice. Taking a deep breath she continued to work on the hem. Leaning back she smiled up at Lucinda, who'd been watching her closely. "I'll have the alterations done by tomorrow night, if you'd like to try it one more time to make sure it fits perfectly," she said with a sigh. Turning she looked at Megan, her first real friend in more years than she could remember. "Okay, I'll go. I hope you know that means I'm going to be monopolizing your time, and Christian might be ready to strangle you before the nights over," she laughed softly. Megan smiled and nodded, "Luc, I'm going to head back to the house, Christian's looking for me," she said to Lucinda, as she stepped off the platform. "I'll be back to help you finish any pieces you need me to work on," she told Gypsy, who waved her off. "I've finished the last one before you got here," she admitted with a blush. "I'm going to my room, and I'm going to soak in my tub until I'm wrinkled, then get some sleep, so I can meet with three clients before noon tomorrow," she forced a groan. "Are you sure?" Megan said opening the door, waving to Christian who was waiting at his car for her. "I'm going to head home then, but if you need me give me a call or leave a message letting me know what you want me to take care of," she said with a smile, pulling the door closed behind her. "Everyone told me you made amazing designs, but I'll be honest when I doubted them," Lucinda said walking back in the room, buttoning the cotton shirt she'd been wearing. "You don't seem like the type of person, with enough imagination to come up with one of a kind designs," she admitted with a sheepish smile, noticing Gypsy staring at her. Lucinda walked over to the platform and sat down, pulling her ankle boots on, zipping them up. "I know I haven't done anything to make liking me easy or even something to think about," she said meeting Gypsy's eyes. "I wasn't sure if I really gave a damn if you liked me or not," she admitted honestly. "You made it really easy to dislike you," Gypsy said quietly, sitting down in her chair at the sewing machine. "I can tell you, people disliking me isn't something unusual, so I didn't take it personally, for the most part," she sighed, covering her yawn. "Grab your stuff, and let's walk to the house so you can get some sleep," Lucinda said, standing, waiting for Gypsy to turn out the lights. Walking to the house she saw Gypsy look toward the garage seeing the SUV gone. "Lucien told me he and Caydn were going to Christian's to check out the new security system, the crews been working on installing since Saturday. Phillip was also thinking of taking the jet Victor and I arrived in, flying home to check on Jazleen and the baby," she said casually. "I'm going to drive into town and see if I can find something to distract me for awhile, so you'll be able to rest undisturbed," she laughed as they stopped at the patio. "I'll have the dress ready tomorrow night if you want to come out, and try it on. If you see Phillip before he leaves, please tell him I said to have a safe trip and kiss Jaz for me," Gypsy reminded her, "I'm going in, take care," she said quietly, turning her back on the tall silent woman, walking into the house toward her room. ******************** Sophie stepped back, smiling, seeing Gypsy wearing the gown she made for her. The soft amber color complimenting her tan skin and cascading curls, escaping the loose up do she wore. "I think the amber disks make a perfect choker and earrings. I'm so glad I saw them the other day," she laughed, reaching up to adjust the thin chain fastening the choker around Gypsy's throat. Finishing her make up, gypsy smiled warmly at her aunt who was beaming with pride at her reflection. Taking a deep breath, she hoped the butterflies in her stomach calmed before she had to go down stairs, seeing everyone. She'd managed to avoid everyone except the three women for the past week. Thankfully she really had been working so there wasn't anyway anyone could accuse her of avoiding them intentionally. "Sophie if you'd let Megan know to come up as soon as she gets here, I'd appreciate it," she said finishing her mascara, reaching for the gilded lip gloss she chosen to finish her make up. "Lucien, Victor and Lucinda were leaving to meet Christian and Megan as I came upstairs," her aunt said quietly, her eyes and hands moving silently over the back of Gypsy's dress, avoiding her questioning look. "I guess I can call Megan and have her and Christian come by and get me," she said quietly. "I think they had plans before meeting us at the hotel for the party," Caydn said from the doorway to her bedroom, his voice smooth and quiet. "Sophie, Vince was wondering if you knew where he'd put some papers," he said with a gentle smile, seeing her nod before leaving without a word. His eyes moved over the curve of her back as she busied herself with something on the long counter. "The driving arrangements were as much a surprise to me, as they obviously are to you," he said quietly, meeting her eyes in the mirror as they flashed up to his. "Not that I mind, but I didn't think you'd be comfortable, when I realized what Lucinda and Megan had cooked up," he said before turning, walking back into what use to be her work room. "I should've figured those two would do something like this," she muttered nervously, walking out of the bathroom, grabbing the thick velvet wrap lying across the foot of her bed. "Will this be too much of a problem for you?" he asked leaning against the door way, watching her closely. "If it is, I can have Vince drive you and I'll call a taxi to take me into the city." She blushed slightly at the fact that he'd put himself out to make her comfortable. "I don't see any reason in having Vince, drive all the way to town when Sophie isn't feeling well," she said with a sigh. "We can ride in together," she said glancing up, seeing the brown ring burning in his eyes, when he looked at her. "If you're ready then we should go," he said, stepping back allowing her to walk out first. Leaning toward her, he took a deep breath as she stood in front of him. Seeing her hesitate, he smiled. "It's amazing to me, you still smell like sun kissed oranges even in the winter," he flashed her a devilish smiled. Walking down stairs she stopped, noticing that the house was dark other than the small light Sophie left on over the sink in the kitchen. Glancing at Caydn, who shrugged, she waited for him to grab his long formal jacket, tossing it over his arm before motioning for her to lead the way out. She looked at the lights of the small towns. They'd begun fading, the darkness of the countryside taking over as they drove toward the city. She jumped slightly when he turned music on very softly. "I thought maybe the music would help you relax a bit, you seem like you're ready to leap out of the car every time I slow down," he said, his voice slightly biting with annoyance. "Now you're annoyed with me, aren't you?" she said, turning to look at him as he handled the sleek sports car easily. "Annoyed with me, when you're the one who told me you wish you'd never met me," she said with a sigh, attempting to cover the sound of her voice shaking. Caydn gripped the steering wheel, fighting the urge to slam the brakes on and slide to the edge of the road, confronting her after having heard that. "I don't remember saying that, all I did was reflect what you'd said as another option for you," he said through clenched teeth. She shook her head, "I know it was my fault, hell I've been use to everything that's ever happened around me being my fault," she said with a dramatic sigh, "But, I don't think I was the one who said, they wished they could've stopped thinking about me the night we met and it would've all gone away," she said, her voice fading into silence. Seeing a dark store along the highway, he geared the car down, slowing gradually before pulling off in the dark parking lot. Turning the car off, he sat for a minute, ignoring her stare. "I'll call Megan, and see if they'll come and take me back to the house," she said quietly, pulling her cell phone from her small clutch. Caydn opened his car door and got out. Closing the door he walked around the car, snatching her door open just as she started talking to Megan. Reaching down he took the phone out of her hand. "Megan she's fine no she doesn't need a ride," he said firmly, hearing Megan gasp on the other end. "We'll meet you there in a bit," he said snapping the phone closed, slipping it into his pocket before looking down at her. Gypsy could feel her temper rising rapidly at his actions. Grabbing her clutch and shawl, she swung her legs out of the car, waiting for him to step back so she could stand up. "I'll walk back to the house," she said turning to slip between him and the side of the sleek sports car. He took a deep breath, debating on if he wanted to grab her and kiss her, or turn her over his knee and beat some sense into her. His hand moved quickly, grabbing her bare arm, meeting her eyes as they flashed their amber fire at him, he knew he was lost. She caught her breath when he pulled her roughly against his chest. One hand moving to her back, pulling her body flush against his, while the other wrapped around the back of her neck as his mouth captured hers. He bit back the growl that threatened to escape him, feeling the unyielding stiffness of her body and mouth against his, tightening his hold slightly, his tongue slipping into her mouth when she gasped at his action. His mouth captured her enraged groan when his tongue caressed hers erotically. Ignoring her rigid stance he concentrated on her mouth, her lips beginning to yield to his of they're own accord. Her hands moved from his chest to grip his tuxedo jacket, her mouth responding to his, her tongue sliding seductively along his as he devoured her mouth. She sighed as his kiss softened, a tear threatening to slip from beneath her lashes, feeling his hands moving to cup her face gently, his mouth tugging and nibbling at her lips. "Gypsy," he whispered, feeling his heart race at her touch and taste, having missed it for so many days. Leaning back, he looked at her, willing her to open her eyes and meet his. Seeing the glistening amber as they slowly opened, he felt his gut twist seeing the tears pooling in her eyes. "Why did we hurt each other?" he said quietly, his forehead resting gently against hers. "This feels right, I've missed you," he said taking a deep breath, inhaling her scent deep into his body. She closed her eyes, feeling her pulse racing at his touch. She'd missed him but she wasn't ready to tell him yet. "I think we'd better get to the party so they don't worry about us," she said quietly, pulling back from him slightly. "I'm sure Megan will have the national guard out looking for us, if we don't show up before the party starts," she tried to force a laugh, to cover her blush. Gypsy Designs Ch. 12 Cadyn, fought the urge to throw her over his shoulder and toss her in the truck, before turning the car around, heading back to his estate, but he could tell by how tense she'd become that the out come would be another disaster waiting to happen. Opening the door for her, and waiting until she got in before walking around the car and getting in himself. They rode into the city in silence, his hand absently stroking the sensitive flesh of her wrist, despite her attempts to pull it away. Pulling his car in line behind those arriving at the party, he glanced at her, seeing the mask she'd allowed to fall over her features, he ground his teeth together in frustration. Lucinda saw the sports car as it stopped along the curb. "I think they made it in record time," she said to Megan, "I don't know if that bodes well or exactly the opposite." The group waited until Gypsy and Caydn walked over to them, before they turned to the large doors being opened. Gypsy sat quietly at the table watching Megan and Christian on the dance floor, after having escaped the group of people all curious of the new European couple in their midst. Smiling at Victor she chuckled, seeing Lucinda pulling him insistently toward the dance floor. "You do know sitting here isn't going to be such great advertisement for your business," Lucien said softly, taking the seat beside her. Reaching for her drink she glanced at him, saying nothing. She saw Caydn standing with a group of men talking, his eyes moving over her until she broke the gaze with a heavy sigh. "My advertisement is Megan and Lucinda with the outfits they're wearing," she said, taking a deep breath, looking at Lucien. She almost laughed realizing he and his twin had identical silver eyes. Those that reflected the fabric of the gown Luc was wearing, and for Lucien mirrored in the tight turtle neck he wore beneath his jacket. "I think it's about time you stop sitting around being a wall flower, and got your ass up and started enjoying yourself," Lucien said, standing up, reaching for her hand, pulling her up along side him, starting toward the dance floor. Pulling back, she wondered what kind of scene it would cause if she kicked him, to stop him. She ran into his back when he suddenly stopped. Looking around Lucien's muscled frame, she saw Caydn standing directly in front of them, his eyes fading from brown to black. Feeling the anger rolling off of Caydn, she backed up, pulling her arm from Lucien's grasp. Turning, she walked as quickly as she could past their table toward the restroom she'd seen on their way in. Her hands were shaking, when she finally closed the door behind her. She was hoping that it would be enough to stop Caydn from barging in behind her. She knew he'd been behind her as she escaped. Taking a deep breath she looked around. Her throat fought to hold back the sobs threatening to escape her when she saw the room was empty. Walking quickly to the back of the large room, she closed one of the bathroom stalls just as she heard the door swing open. "Gypsy where are you?" she heard Megan calling her, the sound of her heels loud in the empty room. "I know you're here, tell me where you are." Gypsy felt the tears siding down her face, when Megan stopped outside the stall where she was hiding. Her hand shook as she unlocked the door, stepping back before opening it. "I told Christian our driving in separately wasn't a good idea, damn it," she growled, closing the stall door before turning to Gypsy. "Now you've known me for years, you know the sooner you tell me what's wrong the quicker we can get out of this overly decorated palace, and get back to the party with your smile in tact," Megan said smiling at Gypsy. "I really don't understand what's happening because this isn't like you at all." She couldn't help but laugh knowing Megan as well as she did, but she also had no idea how to explain what was wrong without giving her full details of what had happened between she Caydn and Lucien. "I didn't want to come tonight but if I remember right someone almost black mailed me into it," she said, a hiccup ruining the effect. "If you want details I'm not ready to give them to you, but I can tell you that Caydn and I are over," she said quietly, tears starting down her face again, Megan hugged her. "I tried to tell Christian; hell all of them, he was pushing you to hard and to fast but would any of them listen to me?" Megan said wrapping her arms around her best friend as she sob silently, her body shaking with emotion. "You really have slammed some heavy duty blocks up haven't you?" she said leaning back forcing Gypsy to look at her. "Caydn told us you had. I thought he was just being overly dramatic, as men can be most of the time," she winked at her. "We've got to find away to get your things and fix your make up. Then I'll slip out and we can have Caydn's car brought around. You and I'll head back to the estate, eat ice cream and veg out in front of the TV until they realize we're gone," she laughed. Gypsy looked up quickly, having heard a sound. Motioning for Megan to be quiet she held her breath. "Okay ladies, I know you're in here some where," Lucinda said standing inside the door, looking at the vast emptiness of the large restroom. Gypsy groaned when Megan opened the door, sticking her head out to wave at Lucinda. She wanted to hide her face, the last thing she needed was the tall self confident woman making fun of her. Stopping at the open stall door, she shook her head. "It looks like Caydn was once again the asshole we all know he can be, but we love and tolerate anyway," she said with a deep sigh. "Your make up is history, please tell me you brought some things in your bag for touch ups?" she said turning her silver eyes on Gypsy. Nodding, Gypsy gasped hearing the door opening, voices coming into the room. "Kneel down like your fixing Megan's hem and don't look up." Lucinda whispered. Turning, she saw three women looking curiously at them. "We've had a slight accident with her dress on the dance floor," she laughed lightly, "Good thing our designer's with us tonight so she can repair it," she explained smoothly as the group of women agreed. Gypsy knelt beside Megan, running her hand along the hem, taking deep breaths to calm her self. Hearing the door close behind the women she almost collapsed in relief. "Megan, do me a favor and see if you can snag Gypsy's clutch without the men acting like vultures. I'll stay with her, when you get back we'll work as a team to get her back on her feet," she said flashing Megan a devilish smile. "It might not hurt if you grab as many glasses of champagne as you can handle in the process," she laughed. Megan slipped out of the bathroom with a nod as Lucinda helped Gypsy from the floor. "Let's get some cold water on your face to take the swelling and blotches from your cheeks," she said gently, leading the slender woman to one of the vanities. "You can't let what happened between you, Caydn and Lucien consume you like this," Lucinda said, standing behind Gypsy who snapped her head up quickly staring at the woman. "Before you faint or have a panic attack, no one told me," she chuckled. "People seem to under estimate me since I'm a female, but I know more spells than all the males combined. When they told me what was said that night, I knew immediately what the spell consisted of and what its effects would be," she explained, shaking her head when Gypsy's cheeks flushed blood red. "Does anyone else know?" Gypsy asked her voice just above a whisper. "Not unless you've told them and that I seriously doubt," Luc said with a smile. "Lucien knows I know, with that I figure Caydn realizes I know, but he hasn't mentioned it to me. Hell he's hardly spoken to me," she growled. Megan came back in, laughing she held up three tall flutes of bubbling champagne, along with Gypsy's clutch. "I told the men we needed to repair a hem. To keep from having to talk women's clothing they went back to their business discussion," she said handing each of them a glass before proposing a silent toast. Gypsy took a deep drink, meeting Lucinda's eyes in the mirror. "What did you think about me, as soon as you knew?" she asked quietly. Lucinda flopped down in one of the chairs along the vanity table, shaking her head. "Is that what you're so concerned about? You're worried about what people would think about you if they knew?" Her eyes flashed as she spun to glare at Lucinda, "What else would there be? The last thing I need is people I care about thinking I'm no better than some street walker or slut," she snapped, glancing at Megan who was standing with her mouth open, not sure if she needed to ask what was going on or not. Lucinda leaned forward, locking eyes with Gypsy. "First tell me this, did you enjoy it?" she asked firmly. Gypsy turned her glass up finishing the remainder in one swallow, fighting the urge to throw the glass at Lucinda when she laughed loudly. "You're worried that you did enjoy it," she slapped her hand on the marble counter. "All of this is about you loosening up and being a red blooded female and enjoying two of the hottest males to ever walk in one city at the same time," she chuckled seeing Megan gasp silently, looking between the two of them. She looked a Gypsy, seeing her slight nod before she dropped her head to her hands. Turning she looked at Megan. "The night I arrived all of you filled Victor and I in on what had taken place when Gypsy's 'goons' as she calls them showed themselves," she said as Megan nodded. "Something none of you knew, Damon was blasting Gypsy with a spell." "I've worked with people who're trained in things like that, so I immediately recognized it. Also what type of spell it was, but I wouldn't say anything until I spoke with Lucien after everyone had left," she said reaching out taking Gypsy's hand squeezing it gently. Megan walked over pulling a chair out, sitting down; she listened, looking between both women, waiting for the rest of the explanation. "Why didn't anyone say anything about it?" she asked looking at Gypsy. "The spell was an aphrodisiac, and from the information Lucien gave me, when it hit Gypsy and Caydn touched her it transferred to him also. Lucien standing right there got caught in the web also," she said softly, as Gypsy dropped her face further, trying to disappear. "I'll condense this, so she doesn't evaporate in front of us," Lucinda said with a frown seeing Gypsy flush, with what she recognized as shame. "This spell was meant to cause her to die," she said flatly, as Megan gasped. "It was supposed to drive either Gypsy to die from passion or as a result of Caydn losing control and killing her." "Neither of which happened as you can tell," she said flashing both women a wolfish smile. "Gypsy though seems to be having difficulty dealing with the fact that she spent a decadent time in Lucien's dungeon with both men," she said her voice fading, waiting for all of it to sink in to Megan. Megan shook her head, scowling as she looked at Gypsy who refused to look up. "I should kick you myself for not sharing all the juicy details, and not giving me a blow by blow description of what happened," she said with a laugh, laughing harder when Gypsy snapped her head up to look at her. "How in the world could you think spending forty eight hours locked in a room with those two men, naked, wouldn't be gossip worthy girl?" she said grabbing Gypsy hugging her. "Wait a minute," she said leaning back looking at her closely. "All of this moodiness you've had is because you thought we'd think less of you, isn't it?" she asked truthfully. "I hope you realize our ice cream has just become something much stronger stuff, and you're gonna spill the details woman," she laughed. "I want to know who's good at what and who's lacking," she chuckled when Lucinda shook her head, covering her face. "I can honestly say the last thing I want to hear, is anything about my brother," she said with a groan. "Now if you want to dish on Caydn I'll be all ears, but I've seen Lucien in action, and can proudly say I've taken away more of his conquests than he'll ever admit," she smiled, her fangs lengthening at the thought. Gypsy shook her head looking at both women. They were sitting discussing this as if it was a daily occurrence, while her insides felt like they were melting from embarrassment. Turning to look at Megan she hesitated as Lucinda got up, walking to the door, minutes later stepping back in carrying an entire tray of champagne glasses. Locking the door behind her she laughed. "I'm not telling both one of you anything about what happened, and what in the hell are you doing Luc?' she asked watching as the tall woman sat the tray down on the counter handing each of them a glass. "This party seems like it's going to be more exciting than all of those stuffed shirt business men out there. I thought we might need something to keep us hydrated while we passed the time," she explained toasting each of them before drinking deeply. ******************* Caydn glared at Christian again, who laughed at him, slapping him on the back. "Megan told me that they would be out in a minute, but she also told me we would 'all' be riding home together so you better make arrangements for your car to be brought home," he chuckled. Victor stepped up, laughing. "Give me your keys and Michael and I can follow you home," he said nodding toward the body guard they'd brought with them to help monitor the crowd. "Since Gypsy obviously doesn't want to ride with me, I'll take my car and the rest of you can ride like a merry band back in the SUV," he snarled. Looking toward the restroom, he sighed, seeing Lucinda open the door. "It looks as if the ladies have had more than enough to drink," Victor said taking Caydn's keys from his hands. "It might be better to keep all of them together, so I'm off. I'll see you back at the estate," he said motioning for Michael to follow him out the door. "That had to be a hell of a lot of champagne for it to be effecting Luc and Megan," Lucien laughed seeing the three women swaying as they walked toward them. "I vote for the women sitting near the windows on this ride," he laughed, turning handing the valet slip to the door man to have their vehicle brought around. Gypsy smiled, seeing Caydn standing there watching her. Stifling a giggle she squeezed Lucinda's hand. "Does he look as furious as I think he does?" she asked, laughing. Stepping forward Caydn took Gypsy's hand, pulling her from between the two other women. Grabbing her wrap from Christian he tossed it around her shoulders, quickly leading her outside. "I know you're mad at me, but all three of us thought your business friends were rather stuffed shirts. So we had our own party in the restroom," she laughed, hiccupping to punctuate the sentence. "What would you've done had Barton or Damon showed up tonight?" he snarled helping her into the opened back door of the large SUV. "Don't be mad at any of us," Lucinda snapped climbing in after Gypsy, moving to the very back seat, kicking off her heels and stretching her legs out, daring him to say anything. "Do you forget that both of them are perfectly safe with me?" she grinned showing lengthened fang. Christian took Megan's hand helping her into the front seat before walking around to take the driver seat. "You need to play referee, and make sure blood doesn't fly before we can get back," he said glancing at Lucien, who rolled his eyes and climbed in the back seat. Pulling into traffic, heading for the quickest way out of the city, Christian snapped his head toward Megan as she leaned her head back with a sigh. Glancing in the rear view mirror, he saw everyone but Gypsy can caught the information pouring out of Megan's alcohol clouded mind. "Christian it's okay if Megan tells you about all of it, once she sobers up," Gypsy said shrugging her shoulders, shocking him. "With the help of my friends," she said throwing one arm back to take Lucinda's hand, the other falling on Megan's shoulder, she giggled. "And I think it was the seven or eight full trays of champagne we drank," she laughed loudly. "I've decided not to hate myself, or either of you anymore," she said as serious as she was able, glancing at Lucien then Caydn. "I don't know how either of you are going to feel though, when the three of us get together. Megan wants all the details and wants to know who's good at what, and what you're not so good at," she chuckled uncontrollably as Lucinda groaned loudly. "Oh yeah but Luc said she's seen enough first hand action from you Lucien, she doesn't want to be filled in on that," she said slapping him on the leg. "I don't think she wants you to feel bad about all those women who seem to have liked her better than you either," she said attempting to whisper, failing miserably. "Would someone please throw her on the luggage rack and tie her down for the ride home? That's after you gag her though," Lucinda said loudly from the very back. The remainder of the ride home was silent other than a few uproars of laughter from Christian, who didn't make an attempt to hide his enjoyment of the thoughts pouring from all three women as they slept. Caydn glanced at Lucien who'd dropped his head to his hand, knowing Lucinda was awake, but adding her adventures and escapades with he and some of his friends, so as to not be left out. "I think next time, if there's a next time, we make sure none of them have anything to drink," Caydn said softly as Gypsy curled against his side, her head resting comfortably on his chest. "Luci I know you can handle your alcohol better than that. I suggest you stop now," Lucien growled. Lucinda laughed, leaning forward draping her arms over the seat in front of her, looking from her twin to Gypsy and Caydn. "What can I say," she smiled. "I didn't want to be left out." Looking down at Gypsy she took a deep breath. "I'm not sure what all's been done to her in her life, but I think she's going to be okay," she said softly. "Some of the things that poured out of her mind when she let her blocks slip were things nightmares are made of," she said meeting Caydn's eyes. "I think seeing Barton that night brought everything to the forefront of her mind, like a tsunami destroying everything in its path." "Do me a favor," she said holding his gaze. "Don't hurt her." Leaning back she watched the scenery move quickly past the windows. ***************** Stretching Gypsy found her arm against a wall of hard muscle. Keeping her eyes closed she listened trying to figure out where she was and what'd happened. The last thing she remembered was the car door opened for the ride home. Hearing steps behind her just as things started flashing back at her, she groaned silently. She'd told Christian it was okay for Megan to tell him what had happened, even though as Megan was sleeping she was unknowingly telling everyone. Opening her eyes she saw Caydn's bare chest blocking her view. Daring to look down she almost breathed a sigh of relief when she saw he was still wearing his tuxedo pants. "I know you're awake, there's no reason to pretend you're not," he said softly, his breath brushing her hair, when he leaned over her. "Have you noticed, her thoughts fall into more of a coherent pattern as soon as she wakes up?" Lucien laughed when she gasped loudly, sitting up in the bed looking around. "Oh my god, did it happen again?" she asked seeing she and Caydn were in Lucien's bed, all three of them were in his dungeon again. Caydn wrapped his arm around her shoulder, "Calm down, no it didn't," he said quickly. "We just came down here because when you've been drinking, you seem to project everything that's been on your mind in amazing decibels for those able to hear it," he explained. Gypsy Designs Ch. 12 Pulling her knees up, she wrapped her arms around them, dropping her face to them. Hearing Lucien, she looked up as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the large chair. "Okay if it didn't happen again, and you're telling me we're here because of my loud mind, what's going on?" she asked, watching as Lucien walk to the small refrigerator, she remembered from before. Lucien poured to large glasses of a dark liquid, before reaching for the bottle of water he'd put on the counter. "Would you prefer fetish or the thrill seeker?" he laughed holding the glasses out for Caydn's choice. "The water's for you," he said stepping over handing it to Gypsy, after Caydn had taken his glass. "Drink it and you might not have quite as bad a hang over in the morning." Running her hand through her hair to brush it from her face, she looked at the table seeing her hair pins and clips in a pile. "Okay if nothings going on why the hell am I naked, and in Lucien's bed?" she said quickly, looking at Caydn who chuckled. "Well since you decided not to hate yourself or either of us anymore, we thought," Caydn said with a chuckle. "Stop it," Lucien snapped. "I'm going to stay in Caydn's room today, the two of you can have this room," he explained. "I didn't have someone to bring me my clothes, so I had to get them myself," he laughed grabbing a tee shirt from the long closet near the bathroom. She watched him as he turned silently and walked to the door. She saw him hesitate before he flashed them both a wolfish smile, walking out closing the door, locking it behind him. Caydn stood up, walking over he set his glass on the counter before turning back to look at her. His body was rock hard seeing her sitting there, the dim light of the room reflecting off her bare shoulders and arms, while she watched him closely. "You still haven't told me why I'm naked," she said softly, watching him walk back toward the bed, his stride powerful as the muscles rippled across his body. Leaning down he slipped his hands along either side of her face, threading his fingers into her hair. "This should be enough reason," he said softly, his lips beginning to caress hers. Taking her soft sound into his mouth, he pulled her to her knees as he deepened the kiss savagely. She felt the world spin around her as his mouth took control of hers, his tongue sliding erotically along hers before doing a seductive dance along her lips. She felt a rush of cool air touching her, realizing the comforter had fallen leaving her exposed. Caydn pulled one hand from her hair, letting it drop down her back, pulling her body tightly against his. He growled feeling her nipples brush against the bare expanse of his stomach. Dropping his other hand, he grabbed her firm ass tightly, holding her firmly against him, before he captured her tongue with his teeth, nipping her gently. She felt his fingers digging into her skin. She moved her hands to his waist, wanting to rip his slacks from him so she could feel all of him moving against her. Pulling her mouth back, she met his eyes. The brown ring of his iris had begun to glow with heat as her hands unfastened the slacks, working to get the zipper down. "Why such a hurry?" he asked with a groan, burying his face in her hair as she sat back on her feet. Leaning back he watched as she lower the zipper of his slacks, teeth clenching, when she reached in with little to no hesitation to take his length in hand. "This wasn't how I saw this happening," he said with a growl, stepping back slightly, her grip increasing, her eyes looking up at him questioningly. Taking her wrists in his hands, he pulled her arms up as far as they'd reach. Leaning down, scooping his hands under her, lifting her abruptly. His face moved to nuzzle her neck when she laughed, letting her head fall back, exposing her throat to him, unaware of the temptation she was presenting. Even with his hunger sated, his desire was burning. Gypsy wrapped her legs around his waist, hanging on tightly as he began walking the end of the bed. She heard the moan escape her as his teeth scraped along the column of her throat. A cold firm surface suddenly beneath her ass, made her gasp. Looking around she realized Caydn had set her on the torture table Lucien kept in the dark corner of his room. Glancing at Caydn she saw the evil smile and the flash of his fangs. "I thought since you'd seemed so intrigued by the table before, I'd make sure you had a first hand demonstration of it," he laughed when her amber eyes got larger. Stepping to the side of the table he pushed her back gently, his hand resting under her back as he laid her down. Taking one wrist at a time he fastened the thickly padded cuffs to each, his eyes locked with her as he did. "All you have to do at any time is say no," he said quietly, smiling when he saw her nod of understanding and acceptance. She tensed slightly, feeling him tugging on the thin chains now attached to the cuffs at her wrists. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath, releasing it, when she realized he hadn't tightened it overly much. She could move her arms quite a bit if she chose to. Opening her eyes she met his, seeing his wolfish smile return she watched his hand as he reached into the darkness above the table. Caydn never took his eyes from hers as he found what he was looking for. Tugging gently the chain attached to the spreader bar that had been anchored to the thick beamed ceiling began to unwind slowly. Gypsy lifted her head, looking from him to the long thin bar with cuffs at either end that had come into view. Moving his hand to her face, he stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers gently, taking a deep breath when she relaxed and lay back trustingly. Sliding his hand from her face, he made a path along the thin column of her throat before moving on to circle first one hard nipple, then the other. Spreading his fingers out he stroked down over her flat stomach, chuckling, when her muscles contracted and she gasped at the sensation. She felt her body heating rapidly, both at his touch and the unknown. She bit her lip gently as his hand turned, the back of his fingers running from her stomach before stroking along her thigh. Her eyes snapped open when she felt the coldness of the metal bar touch her ankles where it'd come to rest after he'd pulled it down. His hand circled her ankle slowly, lifting it. He moved the thick cuff attached to the bar beneath his hand, then lowering it and watching her closely as he secured it. Reaching across the table he lifted her other ankle, his hand stroking the inside of her calf as he moved it over, spreading her legs, until he ankle brushed the other cuff. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath, holding it, feeling her stomach twist. Her palms trembling as her mind tried to absorb everything that was happening, and yet try to remain calm all at the same time. Feeling him hesitate, she peeked beneath her lashes seeing he'd froze, his eyes moving over her face and body, waiting for her reaction. At her slight nod, he attached the second cuff securely, his hands moving to caress both legs, massaging as they moved along the long slender length of each leg. "Open your eyes Gypsy," he said softly, waiting for her to comply. "Do you trust me?" he asked leaning down tracing the tightened peak of her nipple, smiling against her heated skin, when she gasped at the contact. Fighting the urge to close her eyes and lose her self in his touch, she nodded. Her eyes snapping open when she felt the cuffs at her ankles tightening further. Looking she saw he'd grabbed a chain hanging along the other side of the table, as he pulled the tension on her ankles increased, lifting her legs in unison inch by inch. Her stomach muscles contracted as one hand moved to rest there, his fingers splayed open over the flatness, feeling her body's response. She felt a blush creeping over her cheeks when she suddenly got the flash of a visual of what she must look like. Legs spread three foot apart or further, as they were being slowly lifted in the air, with each inch higher she became more exposed, more vulnerable. "Don't think," he said quietly, his hand moving to stroke the tender flesh along the inside of each thigh, from her body to knee. "Just feel, concentrate on what your bodies saying not your mind," he whispered against the outside of her thigh, leaning in kissing her, as he continued slowly raising her legs. She felt alone suddenly when his hand left her, lifting her head slightly, she watched as he walked around the end of the table. Her eyes followed as he reached toward the wall, the chain wrapping around something to secure it, her legs reaching toward the thickly beamed ceiling. "Oh what a sight," he said with a wicked smile. "You have no idea how beautiful you are," he leaned down brushing his lips over hers, his teeth tugging her bottom lip softly. He lifted his head when she tried to deepen the kiss, raising her head to maintain contact between their mouths. Caydn stepped back, moving to the end of the table, running his finger tips from her ankles down to the rounded curves of her ass cheeks. Sliding his hands around her hips he laughed when she gasped, he pulled her body down the table toward him, her arms stretching further, yet still having a little slack in the chains. She almost laughed, seeing the smile that made his eyes sparkle as they moved over her body, exposed and restrained, lying in front of him. Meeting his eyes when he looked up, she couldn't contain the groan that escaped her as his fingers slid boldly over the exposed flesh between her thighs. "You have no idea what the thought of touching you, tasting you does to me," he said softly, his fingers continuing to move in slow seductive strokes from the crease of her thigh and body up to her knees. "I can feel your pulse pounding in the femoral artery, it throbs as your body responds," he said tracing his finger along the crease between her body and thigh. Gypsy felt her muscles tighten. She tried to shift her hips to meet his touch, silently begging, for what she needed. Hearing his laugh she met his eyes, as he stepped around the edge of the table. She stuck her tongue out at him when he shook his head at her. "It looks like you're not going to behave," he winked at her, sliding his hand under her head, into her hair. Leaning down he captured her mouth in a blazing kiss, his other hand moving to slip the blind fold, lying at the top of the table, over her hair. She turned her head suddenly feeling something being placed around her head, her hair being tugged as it tangled slightly. "Caydn," she said softly, his mouth leaning in to capture the words before they escaped. "Gypsy, just breathe," he said quietly, reassuring her. "It's a blind fold," he smiled at her. "I want you to feel. With this you don't have a choice." "I'm thinking if I'm not quiet, I'll end up bound and gagged?" she said glancing at him just before he pulled he blond fold into place over her eyes, placing her in a world of total darkness. He laughed, brushing a kiss over her cheek. "That's always an option, but I think from the racing of your pulse and the trembling of your body this'll be sufficient for now," he chuckled seeing her shocked expression on her face. She heard him step away from her side. Listening carefully, she followed his movements to the end of the table and then around. Hearing something scrape she tensed slightly, taking a deep breathe willing her self to relax. "Your breasts are perfect," he said stepping to the edge of the table. "Your body is toned and lean, yet your breasts are full and heavy," he said demonstrating, his hand curving around the firm roundness. "Each nipple is as if they'd be able to cut glass," his voice flowed over her, his fingers curling simultaneously around each sensitive peak, pinching them between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped loudly when she felt something drip over her breasts, sliding down to the valley between them and along each side to tickle, as it cascaded onto the table. "I knew your skin would be golden with oil," he chuckled, watching her skin ripple as the oil slide smoothly, unimpeded over her up thrust breasts. "Your skin dances when your muscles move," he said, his breathe dancing over the flesh of her stomach. Clenching her teeth she waited, hoped his mouth would follow the path his breathe was taking, her skin on fire at the thought of him caressing her. A groan escaped her when she felt his lips tickling her stomach, a moan followed when he nipped the taut flesh over each rib, before he moved over her body. Laying his hand flat on her stomach, he watched the skin and muscle dance beneath his touch. He smiled, seeing the involuntary lift of her hips as if offering herself to him. Pushing his hand further down, cupping his palm over the slick mound leading to the heaven he knew was between her wide spread thighs. "When did you shave completely?" he asked his voice deep and husky. "Your skins so smooth and warm, begging to be touched, caressed," he told her, his fingers pushing tighter against her body, spreading open slowly. He swallowed a groan, knowing her muscles clenching were in direct response to his movement. Gypsy groaned, feeling his hand leave her again. The sound of his steps taking him further from the table, then moving back to stand at the end silently. She shivered, knowing his eyes were moving over her more intimately than anyone had ever done. The vulnerability teasing her mind, knowing there was nothing hidden from his gaze. He laughed when her body jumped, muscles contracting violently, the chain making a soft scraping when he'd run the cool thin rubber threads of the flogger along her inner thigh. "Does it tickle? Or is your mind in a whirl trying to identify what it is?" he asked softly, continuing to stroke the short slender lengths over her skin, enjoying the spasming muscle and sinew beneath the surface of her skin. "Feel how quickly it warms after touching your body?" he said through clenched teeth, as he allowed it to dip lower, teasing the outer lips shielding his eyes from the sweet wet pinkness he knew was behind them. He watched her body tense suddenly; his mind heard her slight panic at the contact. Twisting his wrist slightly he allowed the thin threads to slap against her exposed flesh, forcing a throaty gasp from her. "Relax," he whispered, watching her breasts lifting, her lungs inhaling deeply. Pushing forward, he slid the handle of the flogger over the engorged lips, the knob of the handle racking over her clit, exposing it to his view. "Just feel," his voice faded away as his other hand moved forward, his fingers sliding along the outer edges of her labia before spreading them slowly. The flogger pushing intimately between the slick folds, as he continued stroking her steadily with its entire length. Her throat closed around the sharp groan, her hips lifted of their own accord, and her action was rewarded with a sharp slap on the spread curves of her ass cheeks. She knew instinctively it was the reaction to her action. Taking a deep breath she moved her hips again, his chuckle filling her ears, as he again twisted the flogger, delivering another stinging slap. "I think we've found something you would've never thought you'd like," he laughed as she again shifted her hips. Moving his hand over the slickness, he watched his finger spread the tender folds further, wetness seeping out to coat his propping digit. His body tensed when she growled, the flogger falling again, the threads snapping sharply over her sensitive clit. Closing his eyes, he pushed forward sharply, impaling her body with his seeking finger. The muscled bands along the satin smooth heated core gripped him tightly, all while he continued, twisting flips of the flogger, each stroke dancing over her clit and the exposed pinkness. Gypsy felt her world shattering, her body erupted in spasms. The orgasm ripping through her more intense at each stinging slap, and thrust of his firm steady finger. Her mouth fell open as she felt her pussy stretching open, another finger added along with the first. Her mind fought to grasp the sensations as they bombarded her, making her groan softly as she surrendered herself to it all. His eyes opened, leaving the sight of his hands for only a second to glance up and see that she was okay. Dropping his eyes he knew he couldn't wait any longer to taste her. Leaning down, he slid the tip of his tongue along the creased folds, stopping for only a second to flick firmly over her clit before dipping down and in as his fingers vacated her body. Slick creamy warmth poured into his mouth when his tongue forced its way into her body. He drank her in, swallowing the slick come when it began pouring from her again; he'd pushed her over the edge yet again. He felt his blood boiling as he fought to restrain himself. The need to climb up and thrust into her until his cock was buried at her core, almost overwhelming. Lifting his head slightly, he sucked her engorged clit into his mouth, his teeth raking over it, making her scream loudly at the savageness of his sudden attack. Moving his hand, he slid the handle of the flogger along the soaked crease, pushing deeper with each stroke until suddenly the bulbous head of the handle popped through the tightly muscled opening. Unable to stop herself she shifted her hips rapidly, pushing herself as far down as her restraints allowed, down onto the thick handle stroking into her pussy, at the same time grinding her clit against his seeking tongue and teeth. Even though she knew she was sightless with the blind fold, her mind registered explosions of colors and light as Caydn pushed her relentlessly over the edge. His cock had leaked a thick stream of wetness, soaking the front of his dress slacks while his mouth feasted on her, his eyes witnessing the invasion of her body so intimately. He felt his balls boiling threatening release just at the taste of her, sucking her clit deep into his mouth, thrashing his tongue over the hardened nub savagely, a roar of a growl escaping to vibrate over her sensitive flesh. She gasped deeply, sucking air into her lungs, feeling his mouth leave her, the thick hardness sliding out of her pussy before falling loudly to the table beside her. The sounds of the fabric being pushed roughly down his muscled thighs was as loud as if screamed, each sound dancing over the nerve endings of her body. His hand fell to his cock, squeezing tightly, as he stepped from his slacks, kicking them to the side. His fist began slow steady strokes, his eyes devoured her spread and exposed before him. Moving to the side of the table he grabbed the chain securing her legs. Leaning down he slowly began releasing the pressure. Lowering her legs he brushed his face against her exposed throat, his mouth watering, as he felt and heard the rapid pulsing of blood along her arteries. "I'm going to lower your legs Gypsy. I want you to only move as I move you," he said through clenched teeth, fighting the desire to sink his fangs in, tasting her deep inside his own body. At her struggling nod, he stepped back, continuing to lower her legs until they rested on the table. Stepping quickly to the end of the table, he stroked his cock once more, groaning when his hand slid over the throbbing head. Reaching down, he gripped her hips. "Turn as I turn you," he growled deeply, his voice almost unrecognizable, his control rapidly slipping. She allowed herself to be rolled to her side, before moving into her stomach. Her ankles were still firmly attached to the spreader bar, keeping her open and exposed. The chain attached to her hands twisted as she settled face down. Gypsy Designs Ch. 12 Grabbing her hips, he lifted them roughly, forcing her to her knees. The bar clanking against the hard surface of the table, keeping her legs pinned wide open. Stepping forward he moved onto the table, settling his knees above the bar, his knees and thighs resting against hers. Instinctively she slid forward, rising to her elbows, her hands held and pinned by the chain at her wrists. Her head fell forward as she bit her lip, to keep from begging him to touch her. Her body jumped as if shocked electrically, when she felt the burning length of his cock fall between the spread cheeks of her ass. Moaning softly she fought the urge to push back, pinning him against her and the length of him between them. Watching her body tremble Caydn ground his teeth together, containing the roar of possession he felt. His hands moved over her hips, squeezing then releasing, grasping his hard length between her ass cheeks then releasing it. Shifting back slightly, he grinned when his cock slid down over the swollen abused flesh his mouth just a short time ago. Gripping his cock, he rubbed the drooling head along the pink slit before him, the heat of her burning him. She felt his body against her back as he leaned down, one arm resting along her side, his hand on the table bracing him above her. She turned her head as she felt his lips caress her shoulder, she groaned when he pushed her hair out of his way. "I want inside you," he said seductively, his hips flexing slightly, teasing her tight opening with the pulsing of his cock. "My cock wants to bury itself deep inside you, my fangs want to slip through your tender skin before piercing the vein, wetness and heat pouring out of your body onto and into me at once," he whispered, his breath teasing her ear. He growled at the slight turn of her head, the offering of her throat to his elongated fangs, her pussy clenching, caressing the crown of his cock without her body moving. He leaned up slightly, his hand burying itself in her hair, pulling her head back sharply. His growl and voice echoed against the rock walls and beamed ceiling when he surged forward as if suddenly an animal. She felt her body splitting open, his cock spearing into her. The pain, a flash then forgotten as his cock thrust against her very core, claiming her instantly. She felt tears slipping from her eyes as he began quick hard thrusts, slamming into her, his hand holding her hair and head firmly, using it as leverage to pull her back, impaling her onto his length. The sound of his balls rapidly slapping her clit, and the ragged sound of their breath the only sound in the room as he closed his eyes, she tightened around him painfully with each thrust, as if to keep him buried against the spongy core deep inside her. Her breathing became so rapid, she felt her body tingling as she reached a level dancing with hyperventilating. Absently she felt his hand move to her wrists, jerking motions alerting her that he'd released her wrists from the restraining cuffs. She allowed herself to be lifted, his arm coming around her ribs, pulling her up until she was fully on her knees, her legs spread almost painfully apart, his cock continuing to slam into her. Her head fell back against his shoulder when her back met his chest and stomach. Leaning back, she rested against his thighs. His arms wrapped around her after he'd lifted her from the table, his mouth brushing the column of her throat, nipping her gently every time she moaned. He slowed his strokes gradually, captivated by the clenching of the muscles deep inside her. A savage smile appeared on his lips, feeling her hips flexing, taking over his movements as she began riding him. The scalding heat in his balls reaching boiling, feeling her hips shifting, positioning the very crown of his cock tightly against the swollen opening of her cervix. His fingers dug into her tightly as he felt the two pieces aligning as if planets and their moons coming into place. She lifted her arm, reaching back grabbing his hair, pulling his mouth to her throat her body threatening to explode. The shaking increasing by the second as she felt his cock throbbing deep within her pussy. His mind shattered, feeling the pounding of her pulse matching that of the blood throbbing along his cock. Opening his mouth, he sucked in a deep breath, taking her scent into his lungs, his fangs slipping erotically through the layers of flesh finding their destination. His cock began pulsing deeply; erupting thick burning streams directly into the clenching mouth of her cervix the instant her blood flowed over his tongue. Gypsy screamed, feeling the world around her spinning, her senses exploding with the touch and the heat pouring into her. Holding his drinking mouth tightly against her throat, allowing the overwhelming spasms to take her mind and body to another level she'd never known. He held her tightly, his head resting on her shoulder as her body still trembled from time to time in the large bed. He smiled down at her as she slowly raised her head, brushing the riot of curls from her face. "I'm beginning to think you've taken on the task of making sure I'm sexually educated," she grinned up at him with a sigh, her arm falling over her eyes. He laughed, tugging a random curl before leaning down brushing a kiss over her lips. "I have to admit it's a long and daunting task but one I think I can handle, if you can," he laughed pinching her ass, when she wiggled it suggestively against him. She opened her eyes slowly, her nose brushing over her arm. "I think what I need is a shower. I smell like you," she giggled seeing the shocked look on his face. Turning, she pushed him back as she leaned over his chest. "I wonder if you smell like sun kissed oranges," she laughed, brushing her face over the muscled expanse of skin. "Looks like you need a shower to, you do smell like me." Rolling over the top of him, she climbed from the bed. "I'll start the shower," she said with a shy smile, heading toward the bathroom. Caydn ran his hand through his hair tugging a few random tangles from its length, listening to the water start running. Closing his eyes, he wondered how this had happened. Lifting his arm he inhaled deeply, he did smell like sun kissed oranges mingled with the deep earthy scent that had always been his own. Gypsy Designs Ch. 13 Lucinda sipped her drink, listening to the men discuss some merger, waiting for them to finish their impromptu meeting. She'd decided to go along for the ride, since she'd been preoccupied with Megan earlier and hadn't taken the time to feed. Large restaurants full of business men, gave her a perfect opportunity to do just that. Swirling the olive around her martini glass absently, she felt Caydn stiffen suddenly. Glancing up she saw Lucien and Christian had felt it also. Worming her way into her brother's mind, she could hear the struggling gasps she knew had to have been Gypsy, due to Caydn's reaction. Seeing him start to stand, she moved quickly. "I'm not any help here, so you gentlemen finish your meeting. I'll get a quick lift home," she said seeing Caydn understand her meaning, when she gripped his arm firmly. Lucien stood beside his twin, "I can also go if you think it's warranted," he said firmly, frowning, when Caydn growled. Flashing his friend a quick glance he saw the possession burning in his eyes, Gypsy's scent radiating from him. The short balding gentleman sitting at the table, stared at the three overly tall people questioningly, not sure what to make of the sudden turn of events. "We European's can be an odd sort," Christian laughed, breaking the tension and getting Caydn's attention. "I'm sure Lucinda can make it home unaided. We'll be along the instant this business is taken care of," he said firmly, nodding when Caydn and Lucien both took their seats. Giving his arm one last squeeze of reassurance, Lucinda walked rapidly toward the exit, heading into the shadows of the large parking lot. ************** Moving in her normal quick long legged stride as she appeared suddenly near the garage at the estate, she thanked the powers above for giving her this unusual talent to move from one place to another within a reasonable range in an instant. Making a quick scan of the area she knew Victor, Vince and Sophie were still out to dinner. The additional staff was in place as they should be so she wasn't sure what had happened to distress Gypsy, enough to cause that type of effect on Caydn. Walking toward the guest house, converted into Gypsy's private design studio, she hoped she'd find her happily buried among lengths of fabric, and that Caydn's nerves had just gotten the best of him. This was the first time Gypsy had been totally alone. Megan she knew was with the designer Christian had hired to redo some of the rooms at their home. Reaching for the door, she felt the hum of the protection spells Lucien had placed around the property. She knew immediately nothing had happened to disturb the spell. Opening the door she felt waves of pain and fear pouring from the room over her. For the past week she'd been watching both Caydn and Gypsy, wondering when or if either of them were going to mention how and when they'd stepped further with their relationship, bonded as vampires did as opposed to formal wedding ceremonies humans seemed to thrive on. A quick look around told her nothing was out of place, but she also didn't see Gypsy immediately, stepping further into the room she saw her lying on the chaise asleep. Her breath caught, her mother's face getting closer to her own. She could almost feel her breath against her face, knowing any minute the sound of her voice would fill her ears, making them hurt as her brain already did from the anger and resentment flooding through her mother's mind. She shook her head, not wanting to have to stare into Evelyn's eyes as she once again berated her for something she was sure she hadn't done. The moan of frustration and fear slipped between her lips, before she even knew it was happening. Cringing she knew her mother's reaction would be to slap her. "I didn't do anything," she kept thinking over and over, the words never escaping her lips since she knew they'd result in a sharp ear ringing slap each time. When Evelyn was convinced Gypsy had done something, it was written in stone as far as she was concerned. She felt her mother's hands grab her wrists tightly, a move she hadn't seen coming. Pulling back, it didn't register that the grip was far stronger and firmer than her mother could've ever managed. "Gypsy, wake up," Lucinda said as gently as possible, suddenly having to tighten her hold of the thrashing arms. Kneeling beside the chair, she almost growled. When feeling and hearing the over the top fear pouring out of the young sleeping woman. "You've got to wake up Gypsy. It's me Luc, come on wake up," she said louder, shaking her, ignoring the nails sinking into her own wrists. "But I didn't do it!" Gypsy screamed one last time, her body freezing when she heard the sound echoing off the walls of the shop loudly. Opening her eyes, she jerked, seeing Lucinda next to her holding her arms tightly. "With a reaction like that, I'd say nope, you didn't do what ever it was," the tall woman laughed, trying to break the awkwardness Gypsy was suddenly feeling. "I do know you have some of the most vivid dreams I've ever seen, floating around someone's mind," she said slowly releasing Gypsy's arms. Pushing her self up to sit on the edge of the chaise, she looked around. She'd leaned back earlier, doing some final alterations on some slacks. Gypsy shook her head. Glancing at Luc when she sat on the floor beside her, she forced a smile. "I thought you'd gone with the men to their meeting," she said trying to keep the trembling she felt in her body from affecting her voice. "Are they back already?" she asked, looking toward the large front windows at the estate house. Lucinda leaned back, stretching her legs out comfortably before answering. "No they're not back yet. I don't think it'll be much longer, but time enough for you to get a grip on yourself," she said watching her closely. Gypsy shrugged her shoulders, making Luc wonder if she'd meant 'thanks' or 'there isn't ever going to be enough time for that'. "I think we need to talk," Lucinda said seriously. She held her hand up when she felt Gypsy stiffen, her expression becoming a mask. "I know I don't seem to be the best candidate, but obviously you haven't spoken to Megan, or she would've been doing something to help you," she said firmly. "It was just a nightmare," Gypsy said casually, brushing it off as she stood, laying the small part of slacks she'd been working on across one of the many tables in the large work room. "Okay if you don't want to tell me, that's fine. But why don't we try and figure out what caused it," she said with a gentle smile. "Don't try and tell me it's over work," she laughed, looking around the room. "You thrive on this chaos more than anyone I've met in all my centuries," she chuckled, seeing Gypsy shaking her head. Brushing her hair out her face, back into a some what neat bun, Gypsy laughed. "Some times I forget all of you are so much older. Not that I'm saying that's a bad thing," she rolled her eyes at her self. She'd just called the breath taking woman in front of her old. Standing at the table she ran her hands along the length of the navy woolen slacks she was making. Taking a deep breath she turned away from the table, a frown on her face. "I think this was because of the young girl that came in with her mother this afternoon," she said softly. Looking at Lucinda she saw her nod, waiting for her to continue talking. "She's about fifteen maybe a year younger or older, I didn't ask for details," she forced a smile. "The mother was being over bearing, about what she wanted made for her daughter," she explained. "This young woman wasn't the least bit interested, and even acted as if she was totally withdrawn from the situation. I finally found a happy medium with some fast talking, by the time they left the girl actually smiled at me," she said with glowing smile of her own. Lucinda could see that having made this young woman happy had been important to Gypsy. "Now why don't you tell me what it was you didn't do, obviously someone said you had," she asked, watching her closely. The sound that escaped her was a mix between a laugh and a sob. Closing her eyes she exhaled. "Well it depends on what time you're talking about. I don't think I can remember many times in my life when there wasn't something I did my mother and grandfather felt wasn't right," she sighed, walking over to flop down on the chaise again. "Just tell me one thing Gypsy, when either one of them accused you of something, did they ever hurt you, to make you agree they were right?" she asked carefully, already knowing the answer before the crushed young woman nodded. Holding her hand up, Lucinda stopped her. "You don't have to say anything else, but I do want to ask. "If I introduced you to someone who could talk to you privately and help, would you be willing to give it a try?" Gypsy felt her pulse beating loudly in her temples, just at the thought of being put under someone else's microscope. Mentally poked and prodded to find out what was wrong with her. Shaking her head no she fought to contain the tears that threatened to fall. "Not a problem, it was just a thought," Lucinda said with a smile, in her mind she knew she was going to have to be devious when putting her plan into action. Looking toward the house, Gypsy took a deep breath. "Caydn will be here any minute," she said quickly. "Can we keep this to ourselves? I hate to add something else for him to worry about. He's walking on egg shells wondering when Barton might show up again." At Lucinda's nod, they headed toward the house. They found the men in the study. Victor, Vince and Sophie arrived a few minutes later. Sophie begged off the after dinner drink for some rest, Vince accompanied her to their apartment. Caydn held his hand out to her when she and Lucinda walked into the room. He wrapped his arm around her tightly when she stepped up and leaned into him. "When do you think he arrived in town?" Lucien growled, not liking that none of them had sensed it. Gypsy looked at each of them, before looking down at Caydn. "Who arrived where?" she asked with a smile. "When we were coming into town, we stopped at a red light. As traffic was moving through the intersection Lucien spotted Barton Currington," he said feeling her stiffen against his side. "Why would he just be in town and not showing up here?" she asked looking around the room trying to read expressions, since everyone's mind seemed to be closed. "Also wouldn't it seem odd for him to let other people see him 'floating around'?" Christian tossed his drink back, "He wasn't floating, and I'm pretty sure this was physically present since I've never seen a hologram driving a car," he said with a frown. She couldn't stop her hands from shaking before Caydn noticed it. Taking a deep breathe she shook her head. "What does this mean, that he's come here himself instead of the ghosting thing he and Damon did before?" she asked trying to maintain control over both her voice and body. Victor leaned forward, setting the cup of coffee he'd been drinking on the table. "We don't know yet, I want you to make sure that at no time do you leave this estate with anyone other than one of us, preferably Caydn," he told her firmly, leaving no room for objection. Lucinda glanced around the room, standing she nodded to everyone. "I'm going to make a few calls, and then I think I'll relax before getting some sleep," she said leaving no room for question, when she turned and walked from the room. "Christian I think you should go home and discuss your security plans with Justin. Include Megan in the discussion to make sure she'll be careful," Caydn said, standing wrapping his arms around Gypsy, who buried her face against his chest. "I think Gypsy needs some rest after all this," he said gently, moving her toward the door. "I might be back once she's settled. If not I'll see each of you tomorrow night," he explained, walking toward his room, taking Gypsy's hand allowing for no refusal. ****************** Caydn looked over at Gypsy, her head leaned back, eyes closed as he drove back to the estate. She'd needed some last minute supplies, and being told not to leave alone she waited until Caydn had rose, asking him if he'd take her. She took a deep breath, smiling gently feeling his fingers stroking along the back of her hand. Her hand, the only thing not covered by the thick wool jacket she was wearing against the bitter wind that evening. "You're getting more and more Eskimo like," he chuckled, having heard her train of thought. "I think we might have quite a snow fall before Christmas," he sighed, imagining what it was going to be like to try and maintain the social schedule he'd planned before Barton had decided to arrive in town. She looked around when the sports car slowed unexpectedly. "What's wrong?" she asked, looking around, seeing nothing or no one. Suddenly she realized she wasn't sensing anything or anyone as they approached the drive to the estate. "Where's everyone at?" she asked, looking at him, feeling the hair on her neck crawling as her tension built. Caydn squeezed her hand reassuringly when he slowly pulled in the drive, stopping at the gate, while it opened. "There's only one person I know, that's strong enough to do this," he chuckled. "Cameron must be here, and the only reason he'd create such a large engulfing aura, Claire must be with him," he explained. "More guests?" she asked, looking closely at the house, as they circled around toward the garage. "Who're Cameron and Claire, I think you said her name was?" Caydn stopped the car under the archway, instead of pulling it into the garage in case someone wanted to use it later. "I think these are two people you're going to find very interesting, to say the least," he laughed, getting out of the car, as the kitchen door opened. Lucien threw the door open stepping outside, shaking his head as he did. "Did you have any idea who Victor's mentor was?" he growled. "All this time, and I never noticed the similarities, and my dear twin never told me." Gypsy stared at the large muscular man like he'd lost his mind, standing in the bitter cold with out a coat, talking to him self. "I'm not even going to ask," she muttered, walking past him, wanting to get inside and get warm. She looked around the room; thankfully everyone was too busy talking, to notice she'd walked in. Hanging her coat up, she wondered if she could make it across the room without being noticed. Caydn opened the door, laughing when Lucien followed him, still muttering under his breath. Seeing Gypsy looking around uncertain, he reached for her hand, giving it a squeeze. "Caydn when were you going to tell everyone that you've finally taken the big step and," the extremely tall large man who was sitting on a stool at the counter, started to say, only to be cut off when Lucinda stood up. "Did you get everything you needed?" she asked Gypsy, glancing at Megan. Caydn snapped his head around to stare at Luc, wondering what she knew. It was obvious her father recognized it immediately. "I hope she did, since we went to three different stores before she seemed satisfied," he laughed when Gypsy rolled her eyes. Megan came over to dig through the large bags she held. Cameron looked from his daughter to Caydn. Seeing the silent exchange, he quickly caught on to what wasn't being said. "Well the least you can do Caydn is introduce the young woman to those of us, who haven't had the pleasure," he said his voice booming, in the crowded kitchen. Gypsy laughed when Lucinda cringed. "And people wonder why I was forever running away from home," she muttered under her breath, smiling at Gypsy before Caydn took her hand pulling her forward. "Cameron, Claire this is Gabriella Chordane, or Gypsy, Victor's granddaughter and Vince and Sophie's niece." The tiny woman sitting on one of the stools, reached out, grabbing the large man's arm. "Cam, don't be over bearing, behave yourself," she laughed, smiling at Gypsy. Caydn laughed loudly, "Claire it's great to see you still have this over grown oaf in hand," he winked at the older woman, the slight blush on her cheek making her appear much younger suddenly. "Gypsy this overly loud, excessively bossy man is Cameron. He's responsible for Lucien and Lucinda since he's their father," he said with a forced groan, laughing when Cameron frowned at him. "But this beautiful woman, sitting in his shadow is the real jewel of the family. This is Claire, the only one who seems to be able to control any of her family with nothing more than a look." Cameron lifted his arm, placing it around Claire as he leaned back against the counter, pulling her tightly to his side, brushing a kiss over her short dark gold curls. "Are the twins and I, that hard to handle and tolerate?" he asked with a chuckle, seeing the sparkle in her eyes when she looked up at him, he laughed, the sound echoing through the crowded kitchen. "I think I can speak for most of us Cam, you're quite a bit to tolerate," Victor said toasting his best friend and mentor with a large mug of coffee, laughing. "It's nice to meet both of you," Gypsy said, stepping forward to shake hands with the couple. She gasped when Cameron suddenly grabbed her and gave her a bone crushing bear hug. "Cameron!" The sharp command, allowed Gypsy to breathe much easier, when his hold loosened. Claire glared at the man as if he were no more than an unruly child. "The women have been telling me you design Gypsy," she said with a gentle smile. "I for one would be thankful if I had a reason to escape the testosterone club here, if you'd be kind enough to invite me to see your work." The women settled in around the large work room of the studio. Lucinda draped herself casually across the chaise, reading a fashion magazine, while Sophie and Megan sorted through bits and pieces of work needing to be finished. "I sew as a past time," Claire said running her hand along the long elegant lines of a gown, worn by a dress maker form. "I've always thought I was rather good until I see the detail and love that goes into your work," she laughed seeing Gypsy blush. "Don't let her fool you Gypsy," Lucinda said glancing up, "Momma's always been able to make even a sack look like designer wear," she shrugged her shoulders when Claire protested. Sitting on the platform looking around the room at the series of piles and the assortment of work still needing to be finished she sighed. "Any time you feel like you need a distraction and want to lend a hand just let me know," she chuckled. "I never knew so many women felt they had to have a different gown every time they're seen in public," she laughed. "I've got to take Vince in for his final check up tomorrow, so if you'd like to help Gypsy then Claire, I'd greatly appreciate it," she said, gathering the bodice of a gown she was detailing in her lap. Gypsy looked at Claire for a second before turning to Sophie. "I thought his appointment was right before noon?" she asked, wondering if Sophie had forgotten Claire wouldn't be up until late in the evening. Claire laughed, clapping her hands. "I should be up well before noon, even with jet lag. I can't stand to waste the day light when there are things to be done. Show me what you're working on Sophie, I'll see if it's something I can handle," she said moving to kneel beside Sophie, her hand tracing the delicate lace panels. Megan chuckled, seeing Lucinda flip over on her back in the chaise, her long legs thrown over the top, her head hanging off as she observed the room upside down. "How come when ever parents are around, we act like we're four again," she ducked when Luc tossed the magazine at her. Claire had noticed the concerned expression on Gypsy's face; glancing at her daughter she shook her head. "Luci would you please act like you have some sense about you," she told the woman firmly. "In case your wondering Gypsy, I'm as human as you are, so I'll be here all day if you need me and can tolerate me," she explained, laughing, when she saw the stunned shock on her face. Gypsy Designs Ch. 13 "You're human, with those two?" Megan said one hand pointing at Lucinda, the other toward the estate house where Lucien was. "You just made me sound like I was nothing more than an animal, and I thought we were becoming friends," Lucinda said rolling smoothly from the chaise to stand and stretch her long lean body. Gypsy sighed deeply, looking around the room at the unusual collection of women surrounding her. "Megan surely you've learned by now not to be surprised by anything that happens in this circus," she laughed loudly, the rest of the women joining her. *************** Gypsy was pleased to find Claire waiting for her in the kitchen the next morning. She and Cameron were staying at the home of a friend ten or so miles from Caydn's estate. At the mention of the family friend, Lucinda huffed, snarling then walking out slamming the door behind her. "Let me grab some coffee and a bagel, and I'll be ready to go," she said, silently offering the woman a refill on her coffee as she poured her own. Walking toward the studio in the cold winter sunlight, Gypsy couldn't help but glance at the short petite woman walking beside her. "I know I don't fit what someone would think of as the mother of two such hard headed people as Lucien and Lucinda," Claire said with a smile meeting Gypsy's eyes. "I'm their step mother if that explains anything," she laughed. Opening the door, walking in Gypsy shook her head. "I didn't mean to seem disrespectful," she said with a laugh. "But seeing you beside the three of them, you're so petite, while they seem to be overly large and overwhelming." Settling herself in the chair Sophie had been sitting in the night before, Claire gathered the materials she'd need to finish the bodice. "People have always said Cameron and I are direct opposites from one another. I like to think those differences are what give us the balance we've found, and hopefully been able to pass on to the twins," she explained, looking over her glasses from time to time. Gypsy smiled to herself as she laid a length of fabric along one of the long work tables so she could begin cutting some pieces. She realized she felt at ease, even though she'd only known Claire for a few hours. "What made the two of you decide to come and visit so suddenly, if you don't mind my asking?" she said, stepping back, folding the first piece she'd cut. "Cameron wanted to come and see for himself that Lucinda was okay after everything he learned about the upper management of the Guardians, and what had happened when Lucinda left," she explained, while sewing. "Cam was one of the ones who started the Guardians. When he found that things had begun slipping toward the less savory, he was outraged to say the least." Gypsy glanced at her, wondering if she'd sound foolish of she asked what exactly the Guardians were. Claire grinned at her, cutting a thread. "You don't have to worry about asking me anything, when dealing with these people, there isn't a silly question," she laughed. "I'm sorry I shouldn't do that, it's been awhile since Cam and I've been out of the house." Sticking a pencil in the tidy bun of hair on the back of her head, Gypsy rolled her eyes and laughed. "All those years I spent thinking I was losing my mind or crazy. Then I find there are thousands of people, both human and non that can do that," she chuckled. After spending all morning cutting pieces out, Gypsy flopped down in the chaise, groaning, when the muscles in her back protested. "I'm going to have to do something about that table," she glared at it. "I'm not sure if it's too high or low, but it's killing my back with as many things as I have to cut out," she grumbled. "Have you ever tried yoga?" Claire asked, walking back in the room after grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen. "I've been using it for years now with my patients. It seems to really help both physically and mentally with muscle and body pain." Gypsy met the woman's unwavering blue eyes. She'd heard the word patients and knew the slip had been intentional. "Luc called, you didn't she? She asked if you'd come and talk to me, not Cameron needing to come see she was okay?" she asked quietly. "He did want to see that she was okay, he was upset after everything he'd learned when I was working with Karl, when he'd come back," she said sitting down in the chair across from the chaise. "But you're right, Lucinda did call me and asked if I'd come and offer you my help, if you wanted it," she explained. "It isn't often my daughter opens up and lets people close enough for her to care what's happening with them, so it was important to me that I do this for her and you alike," she said honestly, watching Gypsy closely. Dropping her eyes, gypsy fiddled with the buttons on the front of her sweater. Taking a deep breath, she glanced back up. "What all did Luc tell you?" she asked, dreading the reply. Claire laughed, shaking her head. "Let me assure you, nothing she told me shocked me. But from the length of our conversation and the details, I think she told me most if not all of it," she said taking a drink of her water. "Before you panic, yes she did tell me about the spell Damon cast on you, and the results. You need to remember Gypsy, I've lived among, if not as one of them since I was twenty years old and I'm now sixty," she assured her. "There's nothing I find out of the ordinary with what she told me, or anything to be ashamed of." Rolling to her side propping her head on her arm against the back of the chaise, Gypsy looked at her intently for a few minutes. "Tell me how you met Cameron and what it was like; you know how you dealt with everything you learned. That's if you don't mind," she giggled. "Maybe it would make me understand some of the things that run through my head all the time." Leaning back in the chair, curling her legs beside her, Claire smiled. "I was one of those kids' people called a geek, or a book worm," she laughed. "I'd graduated much earlier than most. and had gone to college while most kids my age were just finding themselves in high school. After proving my self in medical school, I was offered an internship with one of the top psychologists in Eastern Europe," she beamed proudly. "I'd noticed not all the patients the doctor saw, were what most people would call 'normal'," she laughed, taking her glasses off, rubbing her eyes. "One night when we were working a grave yard shift, Cameron was brought in," she remembered, her voice softening. "Physically he was a mess. Burned, bloody but mentally he was an even larger mess and challenge," she said, her voice fading for a minute. "His wife, mate or what ever people wanted to label her, had died during child birth. Lucien and Lucinda were long since grown. Some how she'd conceived again, but there were serious complications, which are very common among the race," she explained. "After he'd been in the clinic for two or three weeks, the doctors noticed he seemed to calm, when I was talking to him," she smiled. "My general medical training allowed me to take over his physical care, once they'd gotten him beyond the more serious wounds. But while I was tending him I'd started talking to him even though he'd never reply. For the most part all he did was snarl and scream he wanted to die." Gypsy put her head down on her arm, listening intently. "From what little Jazleen and Megan have told me, the bond they form isn't like anything people can explain or understand," she said rubbing the frown that had settled on her face. "Growing up, all I ever saw from my mother was annoyance and her feelings of inconvenience, when someone dared to die and take from her social calendar." Claire nodded, "You're exactly right, there's been this rash alteration of importance in the human race, and it's been building and happening for years. I personally find it shameful when I classify myself as one," she said with mild disgust. Her eyes never left the younger woman as she talked; she saw the relaxation as it seemed to move over her body. The laughter finding its way to her amber eyes that sparkled, as she told her of escapades she'd dealt with becoming, one with the family she'd chosen. Gypsy felt warmth surrounding her, images of her own life flashing in front of her eyes, as though having been recorded and played back for her to view. Yet every time before she'd felt panic, this time she felt astonishment, but warm and safe all at the same time. Tears escaped her eyes, observing her mother screaming and berating her for supposedly teasing one of the orderlies at the last hospital, her mother had admitted her into. He'd been trying to sneak into her room at night. During the day he took every chance he had, to try and grab her and grope her when she was between evaluations and tests. Her hands curled into fists, seeing her mother holding her arms tight enough to leave bruises, her face only inches away from her nose, telling her that she'd done something to the young man to cause his actions. She was an ugly scrawny girl that could only get someone's attention by promising them something disgusting like sexual favors, for them to pay her any attention. Claire knelt beside the chaise; her entire body trembling with rage seeing and feeling, what was being exposed while Gypsy slept. She wanted to reach out and wipe the tears from her face, but knew she needed to keep her concentration, surrounding her mentally with her embrace, to protect her from her own memories. Her anger built to an inferno as she felt Gypsy cowering, absorbing the blows, her mother showered over her slender body. A few sharp kicks from her designer heels added for good measure during the attack. Having found she was unable to have children herself years before, Claire loathed those who had the gift of motherhood yet took it upon themselves to abuse the innocent lives they created. Leaning forward, she gently slid her arms around Gypsy, the young woman's body trembling violently now that her concentration had begun to waiver. The shield was weakening, Gypsy beginning to physically feel and react to what had happened. "No!" Gypsy shouted her voice a strangled cry, as she fought her way awake. Feeling the arms holding her tighten, she panicked until she heard Claire's voice. "It's okay, honestly it's okay and it's going to get even better," Claire said her own tears streaming down her face, as she met the terrified Amber eyes. Gypsy let her head fall back against Claire's arm as she squeezed her tightly, the feeling not one of anger, but of comfort and acceptance. "I try not to go to sleep lately, or this happens," she said her voice soft like that of a child. "Gypsy what I want you to take from that dream was the fact that you didn't do anything to cause it. None of it was your fault," Claire said, reaching up to brush her hair from her brow soothingly. "Your mother was the one who was twisted with so much pain and anger, she lashed out projecting it onto you," she smiled seeing Gypsy nod in understanding. "You can put it behind you if you chose, but you have to do it, and not look back," she explained. "Remember the good, your father and all the times you had together. Wiping Evelyn from your mind isn't a bad thing, it's a good thing." Sophie came in after returning from the doctor where Vince had been given a clean bill of health. She muttered under her breath as she worked, keeping Gypsy and Claire in laughter most of the afternoon. Closing the door behind her when she walked back in, from grabbing some snacks, Gypsy looked at Sophie and Claire both. Seeing their eyes sparkling with tears, she knew Claire had told Sophie some of what had happened that morning. "It wasn't you're fault Sophie," Gypsy said, dropping to her knees in front of her aunt, hugging her tightly. "I never even let daddy know, so there's no way you could've known," she leaned back, smiling at Sophie. "We've had a great day," she stood up, looking at the dwindling piles of work waiting to be finished. "Three very happy, high paying clients have come and gone," she smiled, pulling the checks from her jeans pocket. "And we've seriously finished an amazing amount of pieces that only need to be picked up." "I say that's a good enough reason for a celebration," she laughed, stepping into the kitchen pulling a bottle of wine from the refrigerator. "I'll open if you'll hold the glasses," she said, handing each of them a fluted glass, she'd grabbed from the cabinet. "I can hear it now," Claire laughed holding her glass up for a refill. "'Claire, what's got into you drinking before dinner'," she laughed while Sophie giggled and nodded. Sophie wiped the tears from her eyes, from laughing. "I'm actually surprised Vince hasn't come by to prove he's one hundred percent again, and I can't say anything about what he's doing," she giggled loudly. Gypsy blew the curl that had long since escaped her bun and fallen across her face. "I hope you realize I'm not taking the blame for you two being smashed," she laughed, leaning back against the table, only to realize she was further away then she'd thought. "See what I've done," she chuckled. "I'm going to be in so much trouble when Caydn sees I'm drunk again," she covered her mouth suddenly, hearing his low growl in her mind. "Ut oh," she closed her eyes, trying to keep the room from spinning when she envisioned him lifting her, spinning her around. "Oh stop that," she said grabbing the edge of the table. Seeing the strange looks Sophie and Claire were giving her, she tried not to laugh. "Caydn's awake and he's messing with my mind," she tried to explain. "He seems to think it's funny to mentally spin me around and make me dizzier than I already am." Sophie looked at Claire quickly, who only nodded quietly, smiling when she saw the young woman so happy. Hours before she'd been scattered pieces, now she seemed as if those pieces were beginning to fall back into place. Leaning toward Claire while Gypsy went to throw their second wine bottle in the trash, hiding the evidence so to speak, she looked at her friend closely. "When did this happen, and tell me does she even know it?" Glancing toward the kitchen first, Claire turned seeing the concern on Sophie's face. "No she isn't aware of it, but it'll be fine even when she realizes it. When I'd say with in the last week or so," she patted Sophie's hand reassuringly. "I'm not aware of what?" Gypsy said leaning against the door frame, smiling. Pushing away from the frame, she walked carefully to the outside door, opening it to let some cooler air in since she was feeling flushed. Gypsy gasped loudly when an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back sharply against a rock hard wall of muscle. "Not aware that I'm right here," Caydn said softly against the side of her throat where he nuzzled her. "Damn you," she snapped, anger never making its way to her voice when she felt his lips tugging at her earlobe. "One of these days, I want a demonstration on all the little odd things you can do," she said running her hand along the arm holding her tightly. "I hope that isn't going to be a demonstration we're all going to have to suffer through." Cameron said loudly, suddenly leaning against the wall directly beside Claire. Gypsy would've fallen down if it hadn't been for Caydn's arm wrapped tightly around her. "Okay I'm having hallucinations," she whispered much louder than she'd intended, causing everyone to laugh. "You always have to be a show off don't you?" Claire said stepping into the wide spread arms of the man she adored beyond reason. Looking around the room, Gypsy frowned. "Uncle Vince isn't going to suddenly crawl out from under the chair or float down from the ceiling is he?" she asked looking at Sophie. Someone cleared their throat behind her, causing her to snap her head around, bumping Caydn's jaw sharply making him clench his teeth together quickly. "No I'm the boring one of the group. I just walked slowly from the house to find my wife, instead of moving faster than light or popping in like a damn Martian," Vince laughed, pushing past she and Caydn to pull Sophie up from her chair. Leaning her head back against Caydn's shoulder, she smiled at him. "Sorry I didn't mean to almost dent your fangs," she giggled rubbing her hand along his jaw. "I'm also going to promise to not drink anymore because I see funny things when I do," she leaned up to kiss him. Cameron brushed a kiss against the top of Claire's head, before laughing. "She thinks she's seeing funny things now? Just wait until she meets everyone at the party I accepted the invitation for, for all of us," he said, his voice booming in the room. "You realize your daughter's going to have a hissing spitting fit when she finds out you've accepted for everyone, and she's going to have to be nice to the 'hairball' as she calls him," Claire said, laughing at the expression on everyone's face. Lucinda sauntered in from the kitchen, holding two empty wine bottles. "Not nice to have a party without me ladies," she laughed, swinging the bottles around for effect. "I'm also not going to be seen anywhere near that hairball, I don't care what you say," she said glaring at her father. Gypsy almost purred feeling Caydn rubbing his chin against the top of her head. Looking at Luc, she winked. "I'm sorry but you weren't around for this party, but if it'll make you feel any better you can stay with me when we have to go to this party hosted by a hairball," she giggled and hiccupped. *************** Feeling her head pounding slightly, from what she knew was entirely too much wine on an empty stomach, Gypsy escaped the large library, where everyone was sitting observing the loud argument between Lucinda and Cameron. "You should've tried growing up with that happening everyday, all day," Lucien said as he and Caydn walked into the kitchen, finding her sitting at the counter in the dark. She popped the aspirin in her mouth, taking a deep swallow of water before answering. "I would've given anything to have had someone else in the house other than just me," she said quietly. "This is healthy chaos," she laughed, hearing Lucinda growl loudly from the other side of the house. Lucien held up his hand, counting. "I knew it," he laughed, hearing the loud slamming door only seconds later. "She's a runner, never could stand to stay and work things out." "I'm sure she's only going to Christian and Megan's. She told me yesterday she was going to help Megan get ready for Justin's wife's arrival tomorrow I think it is," Gypsy said massaging her temples, smiling, when Caydn winked at her. "If Christian had come by tonight, he could've taken care of that headache for you," Caydn said with an evil grin. Shaking her head she groaned softly. "This was self inflicted, so I'm thinking this is my pay back for being stupid," she sighed. "If you two aren't going to be as loud as the rest of them, I might go to bed and get some sleep," she said glancing at both men. "I promise to be quiet while you finish working." Lucien smiled knowing her openly admitting she was sleeping in Caydn's room was a big step, for her. She'd always either tried to make everyone think she was going to her room, or waiting until everyone left. "I have a gift for the two of you," Lucien said with a chuckle, trying to look innocent when Gypsy and Caydn both stared at him. "It's in the office so you can get it on your way to bed," he said walking out of the room, leaving them both to stare after him. Gypsy sat on the corner of the desk, laughing, when Caydn frowned as she moved stacks of papers around to make room. "You make it seem like I have a huge ass that takes up the whole desk," she laughed, cringing, when her temples throbbed. Gypsy Designs Ch. 13 "I think we can both attest to the fact that your ass isn't huge, but just a handful," Lucien laughed loudly, when she gasped, her cheeks turning bright red. Caydn swallowed his laugh sensing she'd smack him if he agreed. He knew immediately what was in the box when Lucien turned around, holding it out to Gypsy. Glancing at him, he saw the silver eyes flash with mischief, hoping this wasn't going to back fire on either of them. "It's nothing special, well I guess you could say it's not extravagant, but it is special, to some people," Lucien said sitting in the chair in front of the desk after handing the box to Gypsy. She turned and looked at Caydn who fought to contain his laughter, his brown eyes burning as they seemed to touch her body suddenly. Lifting the top off the box, she closed her eyes quickly, seeing the thin rubber flogger from Lucien's dungeon. "I thought it had been discarded absently, when I saw it lying on the floor. But after I picked it up and all I could smell was you," he said watching Gypsy's face turning darker red. "I thought it might be something Caydn had forgotten to steal from me, for his own collection," he laughed. Caydn's body hardened instantly when her mind filled with images of the night they'd spent in Lucien's room. Meeting Lucien's eyes, he saw her projected thoughts were having the same effect on him, especially when she dug deeper to the nights all three of them were there. Seeing her devilish grin, when she glanced over her shoulder at him, he held his breathe sensing she was up to something. She sat the box on Caydn's desk, picking the flogger up, running it through her fingers slowly. Looking at Lucien she saw he was watching her hands, flipping her wrist, she laughed when his eyes moved to meet hers. "You know there was a chance, had I listened to your advice and let my self go that night," she said quietly, her voice sounding like warm velvet. "I might've had the nerve to try out some of those things you've got hanging on the wall, while I had you strapped to that table," she laughed, hearing echoing, duel growls in her mind. "Especially, after Caydn's now showed me what they can do and how much fun they can be," she smiled sweetly at each of them, tucking the flogger back in the box. She turned and walked into Caydn's bedroom, closing the door behind her. She leaned against the door, taking a deep breath, shocked at her self for the bold words that seemed to just come out of her mouth. Smiling she felt the shock she'd left both men in, and the state of arousal. Her mental connection was rock solid with Caydn, while the deep friendship and now blood bond with Lucien allowed her easy access to his thoughts. "That woman will be the death of you," Lucien chuckled, shifting in his seat to adjust the now swollen length pinned in his jeans. Laughing he saw Caydn do the same, before reaching for a stack of papers, glaring at the bedroom door every so often. *************** Looking around the large ball room, she realized she only recognized a handful of people, most were those she'd arrived with. Shaking her head when the waiter offered her a glass of champagne, she leaned back, glancing up at Caydn, who'd chuckled. "I'm not going to make an ass out of myself," she said with a grin, "at least not anymore this month," she laughed. Claire met Victor's eyes the two of them standing silently, watching Gypsy and Caydn from the small bar. Caydn had flashed his fangs on more than a few occasions, when overly zealous men had stepped toward Gypsy. Stepping from the bar to join them, Victor handed her the sparking soda she'd requested. "Does this mean you're not going to be as entertaining, as on our last outing?" he asked, laughing when she blushed. Caydn ground his teeth together feeling the rush of heat, radiate from her whenever she blushed. Glaring at Victor, he knew immediately the man knew exactly what he'd been doing. "Gypsy would you like to walk around, and possibly meet some more potential clients?" Caydn asked her, taking her arm. She nodded, glancing around the room, she shrugged. "You know I've been looking since we got here, for someone Luc would refer to as 'the hairball', I have to tell you I haven't seen anyone yet," she said with a sigh. "Well if you'd like, I'd be pleased to introduce myself. I'm the only one Lucinda seems to have such a high regard for to give a pet name," a tall dark haired gentleman with golden eyes said from directly behind her. Gypsy felt like she'd stuck her foot in her mouth and swallowed, without chewing, when she realized what she'd done. "Please excuse me," she started saying only to be cut off, when the gentleman waved her apology away with a loud laugh. "Dominic, how've you been?" Caydn said shaking the man's hand firmly. "It's been awhile since I've been here, you've done some amazing work and changes in the place," he said conversationally, giving Gypsy time to catch her breath. The tall man laughed, nodding before reaching to shake hands with Victor and grab Claire's hand in an elegant very European kiss on her hand. "Nice to know I'm always remembered fondly by your daughter Claire," he chuckled. "She's either decided not to show herself, or she's hiding know how much I love a scavenger hunt." "You can scavenge all you want, but as for the hunting beware that your prey doesn't bite first," Luc hissed as she walked up behind Dominic silently. "Gypsy I think you were asking about the 'hairball', this would be him," she said flatly, daring Dominic or anyone to say anything about her manners, or lack of. Gypsy watched Lucinda and the man as they stood nose to nose, they're eyes locked, sparks flying mentally between the two. Squeezing Caydn's hand, she saw him look at her as she fought not to laugh. Caydn turned suddenly; Lucien stepping in the door meeting his eyes. "Dominic it seems you've attracted a large gathering of malcontents, who've decided to usurp your party," Caydn said pulling Gypsy closer to his side. Dominic sighed, "I've been getting threats, and some well placed bricks thrown through some of the windows of my businesses," he explained. "After coming to town, I was made aware of some rather unsavory business practices taking place at a few establishments I acquired. With that I shut the places down until everything could be gone over and revamped." "The decision I don't think was very popular among the employees," Victor said, seeing Cameron walking their way. "Dominic, I think we'll be leaving since we've been dealing with some less than savory also," Cameron said firmly, leaving little room for objections. "This might give those we're working to defeat, perfect cover for them to play their deceitful games," he said as an explanation. Dominic nodded his understanding, "If you're going to be in town and attending some of the social events I know Caydn and Christian will be at, I'll see you then," he said with a heavy sigh, waving to one of his men. "I hate to run off, but I need to handle this before it gets out of control." Gypsy followed the group to the foyer where they gathered their coats from the cloak room. "We're leaving because of Barton?" she asked, glancing at Caydn when he held her coat for her. "We're leaving because it's simply a dangerous situation, with not only you being here, but also Sophie and Claire, and even Megan," he said quietly, leaning down, brushing a kiss over her cheek. Lucien took the lead, opening the door, standing back as everyone filed out. He ground his teeth together dangerously when he saw the malcontents had found their way around the house to the side entrance also. Gypsy gasped seeing the rough looking crowd gathered along the steps, and surrounding the limos and cars parked along the winding drive. She met the eyes of a young man who seemed beyond furious. Hesitating for a minute, while the car doors were opened, she watched in awe as what looked to be an overly large tomato was suddenly launched her way. "All of you rich bastards flaunt what you have, and what you can buy while we've lost everything and don't even have a dollar to eat," The young man screamed angrily, after throwing his vegetable missile at Gypsy. She found herself almost thrown into the back seat of a waiting limousine. Rubbing her hands down the front of her coat, she looked at the sticky red that came off on her fingers. "I wonder if that guy thought I'd killed the sheep, that gave the wool for my coat," she said laughing, trying to lighten the situation. She grabbed Caydn's arm when he pulled back as if he wasn't getting in. "Its okay, I'm not hurt but I think my coats going to need some turpentine, this is paint not tomato," she said quickly. Christian pushed Caydn into the car, before he and Megan followed. "Lucien went off on a wild goose chase after the kid that threw it," he said with a laugh, settling back for the ride. Megan looked at the coat Gypsy was wearing, biting her to lip to keep from laughing, she rolled her eyes. "I guess we can call you a killer of sheep now," she laughed. "I don't think turpentine or anything's going to be able to save that," she frowned. Caydn stared at both women, "Who cares about the damn coat?" he snapped. "Who knew that little bastard wasn't sent by Damon or Barton, to hit her with something none of us could sense?" he asked angrily. *************** Sophie came down stairs carrying a trash bag with Gypsy's coat in it. "Has Lucien come back yet, with that little no good ass in tow?" she snapped. Lucinda laughed, shaking her head. "Maybe the skinny little punk got the best of Lucien, and he's moaning and groaning somewhere right now," she said lounging back at the counter, watching Sophie toss the trash bag in the can. "I think you'll all be happy to know that the young 'man' had no association with your goon's Gypsy," Cameron said walking into the crowded kitchen behind her. "And Lucinda that's not at all nice to say about your brother," he said staring at her. "I think you'll enjoy knowing, Lucien's found himself with more of a handful than he'd anticipated," he laughed, not elaborating. Gypsy stepped over beside Caydn, leaning against him when he'd pulled her close. "I really wish he'd stop sneaking up on me or popping in," she muttered loudly, grinning when everyone but Cameron laughed. Vince glanced around the room when the gate buzzer sounded. Walking over he pressed the intercom button. "Can I help you?" he asked. "Dominic Parrish to see Caydn Vaughn," the voice said clearly. "I want to discuss what took place earlier, if you'd please tell him." Caydn nodded when Vince looked back at him. "I wonder what he wants to discuss?" he said standing, motioning for Gypsy to take his seat. Stepping to the side door, he waited for Dominic's sedan to stop beneath the large archway. Seeing three of Dominic's men step from the car looking around carefully, before opening the door for him to get out, Caydn bit back his growl. "When's it been needed for you to bring security, when visiting?" Caydn asked when Dominic stepped from the car, the bite in his voice obvious. Dominic chuckled, motioning for his men to remain with the car. "I'm sure you of all people, with what I've been hearing is a large gathering of some of the more powerful and prestigious, can understand the need for such things during trying times," he said casually, waiting patiently for Caydn to step back allowing him inside. Gypsy glanced around as everyone seemed to be rather stiff. "Isn't it a little cold to leave his mean outside?" she asked. "Couldn't they at least come in and go in the other room with Michael?" Lucinda slid off the stool she'd been sitting on, her face reflecting the obvious annoyance she felt at Dominic's appearance. "Hair balls like that bunch never feel the cold Gypsy, no need to worry about them," she said, turning walking out of the room. "Cameron I have to say, your daughter's as lovely as ever, her attitude though leaves a lot to be desired," he laughed as did Cameron. "I was told that this beautiful young woman. Was hit by something thrown by one of the crowd, I wanted to personally make sure that there wasn't any damage done," he said stepping toward Gypsy, only to stop when Caydn rudely stepped in front of him. Dominic bowed his head, with a nod and knowing smile. "I see I must've missed the announcement at some time during my battles with my financial crisis," he said smiling at Caydn. "Parrish my study now if you don't mind," Caydn said harshly, grabbing the tall man by the arm, all but dragging him from the room. Gypsy sat watching everything taking place, her mouth held in a silent gasp, never having seen Caydn treat a guest like that before. Turning to look at Victor, he stifled a laugh when he saw her stare, shrugging his shoulders he looked down at his coffee. *************** Dominic watched the man who stalked across the room, after slamming the door, harder than needed when they'd entered his study. "If I've said or done anything out of the way, let me assure you, you have my sincerest apology," Dominic said, taking the chair, Caydn motioned to absently. Shrugging his suit coat off and tossing it across the arm of an over stuffed chair, Caydn walked to the bar, pouring a large bourbon, tossing it back before even turning to offer his guest one. "It wasn't anything you've done," he said handing the glass across the desk. "It seems I've found myself in a situation. I'm not sure how it happened and I've yet to discover how to rectify, or should I say explain it," Caydn said running his hand through his hair, tugging sharply at the leather tie holding its length contained. Dominic took a drink, hiding his smile behind his glass for a moment. "She doesn't have the slightest idea the two of you have bonded, does she?" he asked bluntly, honesty his policy. Sitting down in his chair, he leaned his head back, closing his eyes. "Not a clue, hell I don't even know if she has any idea what it means," he said opening his eyes to stare at the smiling man across from him. "I have yet to see any reason for that damn shit eating smile you've got plastered all over your face," Caydn snapped. "You're the one whose been running around the past few years, acting like a love struck pup after a bitch in heat when it comes to Luc. So I suggest you wipe it off your face." "You really know how to deal out the low blows, when you've found yourself in a mess don't you?" Dominic asked raising his glass in a silent toast. "If what I've heard is right, you're also having trouble with her mother's family wanting to kill her?" he asked quietly. Caydn growled deep in his throat. "I didn't think such trivial matters would be of interest to were's," he glanced at him. Leaning forward placing his glass on the desk, Dominic met his eyes. "When one of the men involved, has been reported, dealing in sorcery then I think it becomes a matter for everyone to take notice of." Caydn sat up straight just as Cameron barged into the study. "Have you heard anything about this but neglected to mention it?" he asked Cameron sharply. Turning abruptly to face Dominic, Cameron seemed to swell in size. Anger and mistrust vibrating from his entire body. "If you knew this why didn't you tell me yourself?" Cameron demanded. Holding his hand up, Dominic shook his head. "Calm down Vamp," he snarled through clenched teeth. "It seems I placed the needed call sooner than you did. I told Nathan to call you, as soon as he and I hung up. So I can assure you neither of us have known this long," he said smoothly, his eyes still holding a dangerous glint while staring at the larger man. "Stop the shit both of you," Caydn snapped, getting the attention of both men. "Is this something we need to worry about?" he asked, his concern for Gypsy, first and foremost. Cameron took a deep breath, taking the over stuffed chair Caydn had previously thrown his jacket over. "Between Lucien and myself no, it's not too large of an issue. Alone it would be more difficult," he said confidently. "Now, we need to address when you're going to tell the girl what's taken place," Cameron said, seeing Dominic nod his agreement. "This isn't something you can keep hidden from her. You need to understand the first time the two of you are separated she's going to experience severe anxiety and panic, all with no idea why or how to over come it." Caydn ran his hand over his face, wishing he didn't have to discuss this with these two; he had no more of an idea how it happened now, than he did when he'd realized they'd bonded unintentionally. "I've thought about talking to Claire, and getting her thoughts on it. I do know Claire spent all day with her and has begun opening doors to some of the things obsessing her thoughts about her past," he explained. "I just don't know how to tell her, without her," he started to say, stopping when the door to his office opened. "How to tell her what? Better yet, why don't you just tell me instead of worrying about it?" Gypsy said leaning against the door frame, looking from one man to the next until she finally met Caydn's eyes. She felt her stomach knotting tightly, all thoughts had stopped, blocks thrown and cemented into place as soon as she'd touched the door. They weren't telling her something and from their reactions it was of grave importance. "I know I haven't been the most stable recently, but I'm going to take advantage of Claire being here," she said slowly, turning, when she sensed her walk up behind her. Taking Claire's hand, she returned the squeeze the older woman had given her. "Caydn I think you're going to have to just do it," she said softly. "This isn't the time for any dishonesty, nor is it going to get any easier, waiting and putting the inevitable off." Caydn stood up, pushing his chair back. "If all of you would excuse us," he said looking from Cameron to Dominic, who both nodded in understanding. "No," Gypsy said quickly, feeling her hands beginning to tremble, her fear increasing rapidly. "If you can't say it in front of everyone, I don't want to hear it," she said, her words so quick they threatened to overwhelm themselves. Looking toward Claire, who'd moved closer to Gypsy, her arm going around her waist, appearing to be casual, Caydn knew it was to offer support and calming. "First let me tell you, this isn't something I intended to happen, not at this time anyway," Caydn said with a resigned sigh. "The night we spent in Lucien's room, you mentioned before our shower, you'd started to smell like me as I had you," he said slowly, his eyes locked on her face. Her amber eyes dominating her face, as she listened. "When this happens, it's like the two people sharing pieces of themselves with one another," he said hesitantly, still watching her closely. "Oh for the love of midnight," Cameron snapped. "What it means is the two of you have bonded, nothing unusual about it, other than it's normally done with intent and not absently," he said with a huff, leaning back in his chair, he returned Caydn's angry glare. Gypsy took a deep breath, that's all? All the drama and anxiety over them being bonded. "What exactly does that mean?" she turned to look at Claire quickly. "Bonded, you mean we're stuck together, like glued or something?" she said her voice rising with each word. She spun on her heel to stare at Caydn, her mouth falling open as things began striking her brain as if a hail storm of information. "You married me, or what ever you want to call it in your vamp style life?" she staring at him. "Oh and on top of all of it, 'it isn't something you intended'? Nice now it looks like I'm stuck with someone who didn't 'intend' for something to happen," she snapped, her face flushed. Gypsy Designs Ch. 13 "You," she said turning to Cameron, "How do you go about getting a damn vamp divorce or what ever the fuck you'd call it," she said her voice starting to shake. "God only knows I don't want him to have to suffer through being 'stuck with me' when it's obvious he doesn't want to be." Pulling away from Claire, she began pacing the large office, all eyes on her as she muttered under her breath. "Now the next thing you're going to tell me is before I can get a divorce, I'm going to have to be converted like Megan was. Then I get to worry about if I'm going to be an axe murder after it's over," she shook her head, turning to glare at Caydn from time to time. "When did you think was going to be the best time to tell me?" she said stopping, her eyes locking with Caydn's. "Or did you think maybe not telling me would make it go away?" Claire stepped over to sit on the arm of the chair Cameron was in. "Gypsy, remember me telling you what type of shape Cam was in when he and I met," she said quietly, putting her hand on Cameron's shoulder when he looked up at her sharply. "The physical injuries he'd suffered were self inflicted," she said slowly, allowing the words to sink in to the young woman who stood alone, her eyes wild with worry. "Cam had lost his wife, the woman he'd been bonded with. To lose one of a pair that's become one, through bonding, leaves the other wishing and seeking death so they can once again be together." Gypsy closed her eyes, letting her head fall back inhaling deeply. "But he loved her," she said, her voice a whisper. Caydn stepped around the desk, moving quickly. His eyes remained locked with hers as she stepped back until she was against the wall. "Who ever said, I didn't love you?" he asked with a low growl. "I don't remember ever saying I didn't love you. Yes, I did say I didn't intend for this to happen but for some insane reason, you chose to only listen to that part of the sentence and not when I said 'not at this time'." Gypsy jerked her head to look around the room when she heard the door close. Taking a deep breath she saw everyone had left, leaving them to talk or argue which ever the result was. Caydn raised his hand, brushing his fingers over the smoothness of her cheek gently. "I knew you'd more than enough happening to uproot your life, with out us adding this as an unknown, or even a complication if that's how you'd see it," he said leaning down slightly, his breath falling against her mouth, his hand moving to curl around her neck. "I want you as part of my life," he said firmly. "I want you in my bed from now until forever, your swirling mind cluttering mine with laughter and emotion until the day I no longer wake to enjoy the darkness of night," he said brushing his lips over hers with each word. "You've become a part of me I have no desire of losing or letting gone, long before our minds and bodies bonded without our being aware of it. Fate obviously thought we were both being rather slow about the process, so she stepped in and took that step for us," his mouth closed over hers, his tongue sliding between her lips dancing over hers erotically. He felt as if he'd never wake again, until she began returning his kiss. He growled deep in his throat when she raised her hands pushing them into his hair pulling him tighter against her. All of the anger, uncertainty and fear she'd felt minutes before vanished the minute, he'd started talking. With each word she'd felt her breath catching deep within her chest as it tightened, overwhelming feelings, she'd fought so hard to keep pushed from her mind crashed over her. Her gasp captured, by his demanding kiss, his hands moving seductively over her body. Lifting her suddenly he laughed, the sound one of total happiness, waiting for her to open the bedroom door, his eyes moved over her profile, memorizing every micro inch in his mind, as it already was branded in his heart. Gypsy Designs Ch. 14 I'm terribly sorry for the delays I've been having, but it's becoming increasingly harder to manage to write and edit during each quarter of school! Chapter 15 has been started and I'm hoping within the next week to have it finished and ready to go. ~ Shadow~ * Gypsy closed her eyes, rubbing her temples to relieve some of the throbbing that had been building for what seemed like months in her mind. Hearing Mrs. Cavanaugh's voice, she wondered why, she hadn't noticed how grating the sound was when they'd met. She fought the urge to stick her fingers in her ears in an attempt to block out all the sounds echoing through the house. The banging and thumping of furniture being rearranged, and the constant chatter of the crew as they worked like busy worker ants, transforming the large library on the second floor for the photo shoot Mrs. Cavanaugh was orchestrating. Taking a deep breath she sighed. It seemed like months since the party they'd attended at Dominic's home, and the mayhem that had followed. Thanksgiving a few days later, also seemed like a distant memory, not something that'd passed a week before. Opening her eyes, she saw Sophie smiling as she carried a large tray of sandwiches for the photo crew. She loved having people to cater for, after so many years of she and Vince living in the house alone. As much as she wished all of this would go away, she knew Sophie deserved some happiness. She leaned her head against the wall, trying again to one by one tune out the massive flow of thoughts and emotions bombarding her. Victor had given her some exercises before he'd left, flying home for a few weeks, those along with the help she was getting from Claire had allowed her not lose her mind, to this point. Claire stepped out of the kitchen, carrying a pitcher of herbal tea and cups to go with the sandwiches Sophie had made. Stopping at the bottom of the stairs she looked around the rail to the tiny alcove area it created. Seeing Gypsy sitting on the floor as if hiding, she handed the pitcher and cups to one of the crew men on his way up stairs. "Mind if I join you for a minute?" she asked quietly, stopping beside Gypsy. Gypsy smiled without opening her eyes, knowing the minute Claire had spotted her. "I know it's not considered correct to hide from your own party," she chuckled, "but I needed a break." Claire slid down the wall to sit beside the obviously stressed young woman, reaching over she patted her hand. "If you weren't hiding, I'd think there was something wrong," she laughed. "I don't think in all my years I've ever met a woman who was as overbearing or as non-listening, as Grace Cavanaugh. It makes me wonder where Dominic ever met the woman, let alone tolerated her," she laughed quietly. "Apparently she's on the board of one of the many committees Dominic sits on," Gypsy explained, opening her eyes, glancing toward the window of the study where she could see the sun now brushing the tree line. "He also seems to find her equally amusing and annoying. The first I think is his form of entertainment, feeling far superior to mere humans. The second is his reaction to the woman's voice that never seems to stop. Or at least that's what he was thinking when I told him earlier that since he'd sent her to me, he could deal with her," she laughed, remembering the expression on his face. "Are the blocking methods not helping?" Claire said looking at her closely; she could feel a subtle vibration of overwhelming emotion radiating from Gypsy. Shaking her head, Gypsy closed her eyes. "Someone up stairs is silently whining over Sophie's using Swiss cheese on the sandwiches, they don't like Swiss. The photographer thinks his work will one day launch him into Life magazine, and Mrs. Cavanaugh still thinks I'm being unreasonable about the photo session she wants taken of me. Dominic also had to relieve one of his men earlier when he wanted to bite the decorator Mrs. Cavanaugh brought in," she laughed quietly. Opening her eyes, she looked around. She saw the men Dominic had called and placed throughout the house, preventing members of the crew from wandering where they had no business. She regretted Caydn had chosen to sleep down in Lucien's dungeon. The others also taking some of the private chambers far below them, so as to not be disturbed during this impromptu photo shoot, set up to help promote her designs and work. "Oh this isn't going to end well," she muttered with a frown. Glancing at Claire, seeing her questioning look, she laughed. "Dominic's decided to walk past his own men and slip down to Lucinda's room so he can wake her," she explained. Claire forced a laugh, not sure how else at the moment to react. She wasn't sure if it was the thought of her daughter being woken by the man she 'claimed' to hate, or at all of the information surging through Gypsy's mind uninvited. "Luc can take care of herself, even when it comes to Dominic," she said patting Gypsy's arm. "What I'm concerned with is how sensitive you're becoming. It seems to be increasing when it should be decreasing with the additional blocks Victor and I've shown you," she said, the concern obvious in her voice. Gypsy nodded her head, "Caydn's been telling me all day to relax and calm down, it will all be fine," she said, hearing his voice brushing through her mind right then, repeating his earlier comments. "I've done nothing but disrupt his life since I got here," she said softly. Both women jerked, hearing a loud crash coming from the large library upstairs, where all the redecorating was happening. Claire patted her arm with a smile when someone yelled, saying nothing was broken. Sitting there in silence, Gypsy leaned forward, wrapping her arms around her knees. Closing her eyes, she tried to force her mind to concentrate on the gentle methodical motions Claire was making along her back to help relax her. Taking a deep breath, she forced her mind to cement her blocks in place, sighing at the silence filling her mind, if even for only a few minutes. "I can't do this anymore," she whispered, fighting the tears threatening to escape. Opening her eyes, hoping she'd see understanding in Claire's eyes and not condemnation. Emotions caused her throat to clench tightly, she nodded, her understanding. Clearing her throat she forced the words beyond the constriction. "Dear you have got to talk to everyone, force them to see that they have to control themselves right now, because you can't," Claire said quietly, taking a breath as she felt Gypsy's blocks fading. The energy she'd felt radiating from the young woman easing as she gave into the overwhelming tidal surge of thoughts. "Caydn's agreed," Gypsy said softly, her voice echoing the desperation she was feeling. "Can you gather Cameron, Lucien and Lucinda?" she asked, standing up, offering her hand to Claire. "It's done," Claire said with a smile. "Lucien will be here as quickly as possible, Lucinda and Cameron are dressing as we speak. Lucien will be going by to get Megan and Christian also." Taking a deep breath Gypsy stiffened her spine, hearing Mrs. Cavanaugh calling her name for what was possibly the five hundredth time in the past hour. "I'm right here, Mrs. Cavanaugh," she said, forcing a smile. "I went to the shop to look for something. I'm going to be having a meeting in a few minutes, so I'll leave the final arrangements to you," she said cutting the woman off before she could start on another rambling conversation. Glancing toward the hall she saw Caydn standing there, his eyes locking with hers. "I want this to go as quickly as possible once the final set up is completed Mrs. Cavanaugh," she said firmly, leaving little room for dispute. "We've kept Marisa from her husband all day, while she's been kind enough to model the gowns and I'd like to finish ASAP. Now if you'll excuse me," she said turning abruptly, walking toward Caydn's private study, his hand falling gently on her back. *************** "It isn't the disruption you seem to think it is," Caydn said leaning against the edge of his desk, pulling her into his arms before burying his face against the column of her throat to nuzzle it. Leaning back, he chuckled, placing his finger over her mouth before she could reply. "What was a greater disruption was the panic and confusion swirling through your mind all day," he said quietly, his eyes watching her closely. She allowed herself to relax into his arms. Her cheek brushing against the hard muscled chest reassuringly, absorbing his cool confidence to help bolster her own, closing her eyes, her arms wrapping around him of their own accord, as she waited for everyone to arrive Caydn watched closely as one by one each of them filed into his office. Feeling the increase in energy coursing through her mind and body, he held her tighter. His eyes locked with Christian's as he followed Megan into the room, knowing he'd be able to detect the same waves radiating from Gypsy. Clenching her teeth when her mind became a swirling vortex of thought and emotion, she knew everyone was present since each of them marched through her mind as if it was their own. Leaning back she looked up at Caydn, feeling his mind still holding her securely, even as she stepped back, turning to face the room, filled with extraordinary people. "What's wrong Gypsy?" Megan said quickly, seeing the strain on her best friends face and reading the conflict in her eyes instantly. "I'm okay," Gypsy said with a forced smile, absently rubbing her temples to gather her own thoughts above those of everyone else. "I need to ask all of you something though, please put up any and all blocks you have, and quickly please," she said her voice strained. Christian watched Gypsy closely as she took a deep breath. He'd felt everyone closing themselves off, and realized that seemed to give her a small amount of relief. "I know all of you've been disrupted with this chaos and fiasco that's been going on today, and I'm so sorry," she said trying to smile at everyone, holding her hand up before anyone could say anything. "Dominic I do thank you. This is a perfect opportunity for me, don't think I don't understand and appreciate it," she said looking at the tall darkly dressed man standing near the door. "How you tolerate the woman other than using her as your own amusement, I don't think I'll ever understand," she laughed at the shocked expression on his face. "And replacing your man who wanted to eat one of the camera crew was wonderful." "What type of talents do you have, no one has informed me of?" he asked angrily, a frown on his face as he looked accusingly around the room. Claire leaned forward from Cameron's side. "Dominic this isn't anything that was kept from you intentionally I can assure you," she said calmly, glancing at Gypsy. "These seem to be talents that are developing with each passing minute, and none of us have been aware of them either." Gypsy looked at Sophie, sitting in the chair, Vince resting on the arm of it. Sophie's hands absently twisting in her lap, as she looked at her niece, the worry obvious. "Sophie I'm going to be fine," she grinned at the woman who'd always cared and worried about her. "It's just something that's happening is all, no one did it to me," she explained. Looking around the room she saw everyone watching her closely. "Thanks, I now remember what it's like to be under a microscope," she forced a strangled laugh. "For the past few days, hell maybe the past week, I've been having a harder time blocking out thoughts, and this time even things like emotions, even dreams," she said rubbing her temples, glancing at Lucinda, who blanched slightly. "Megan you need to stop worrying about me so much or Christian's going to think the two of you living next door isn't such a good idea," she said with a smile. "You've adapted beautifully to your new life and it makes me happy to see. I'm adapting, maybe slower than you'd hoped, but its happening." "Gypsy have you been allowing Caydn to feed from you again?" Christian asked ignoring the annoyed snarl from Caydn. "You're paler than normal. I can see the circles under your eyes even with the make up you're trying to use to hide them." She flinched, feeling the anger roll off of Caydn at Christian's suggestion. Shaking her head she looked at Christian, her building anger obvious. "Him feed from me? You've got to be kidding. I was wondering if one of you had told him I'd been bleed intentionally, and all of it replaced with cherry kool-aid or something with the aversion he seems to have even when I ask him to," she snapped, looking over her shoulder to glare at Caydn. "Luc I really don't see what you find so damnable funny about that," she said between clenched teeth, turning to pin the woman with an amber stare. "You have enough going on with nightmares that make horror movies seem like they're g rated," she said pleased when the tall woman dropped her eyes, hoping to avoid questions from both her father and twin. "And you," Gypsy snarled turning to stare at Cameron. "If you'd stop being so damn pushy and overbearing, maybe your daughter wouldn't run from your advice and match making. There's a chance she might actually take a look in front of her and realize that the 'hairball' isn't such a bad guy after all." Dominic realized as soon as he laughed out loud, he'd painted a target upon himself. Meeting Gypsy's eyes steadily he silently dared her to give him her best. "You willingly want it?" she said with a sigh. "Okay, you know if you'd stop spending all of your time acting like a high school kid with a crush and spend some time talking to Luc. She might get to know the man you are, and not think of you as something to be swept up and thrown out," she smiled when she saw him pale. "Christian I know you and Claire want nothing more than to be able to 'fix' me, but I can assure you I've been 'broken' longer than even I can remember," she smiled at each of them. "Cameron in case you didn't know, I'm going to tell you," she said watching the large man stiffen visibly. "You need to drop to your knees and kiss the ground and thank god or the darkness or what ever the hell it is you'd think of as a higher power, that you have this woman," she said waving toward Claire. "And also thank your ass that she hasn't thrown you out, to bake in the sunlight for as hard headed and obstinate as you can be." "All of you keep thinking Caydn needs to take control of me," she said with a loud sigh, her fingers massaging her temples, as each of them allowed their bocks to slip slightly as she spoke. "The man is as much stuck by this 'fate' as you call it as I am," she said with a frown, motioning to Caydn. "I seriously doubt if he'd known this was going to happen, and he was going to end up stuck with me for who ever knows how long, then he would've been happy staying in Europe than coming back here," she said her voice fading, tears threatening. Caydn shook his head, reaching he grabbed her, pulling her back against his chest unceremoniously. "I've never been the type to enjoy having others speak for me and I don't see that changing anytime soon," he said firmly, looking down meeting her eyes. "I don't feel the least bit 'stuck' as you phrased it, but I am sorry, if you feel that way. And as for how long, I honestly don't think there'll be enough time in one life time, for me," he said quietly, his voice flowing over her like soothing water. Biting her lip she looked away from him, stepping back straightening her sweater. "This isn't a board room and there's no need to be so diplomatic for my sake," she said, wanting nothing more then to bury her face against his chest and ask him to make all the insanity happening to her go away. "You can't even say you love me, hell that you even like me. But don't worry about it I'm not the clinging type so you don't have to pretend to me. Dominic could you please grab Mrs. Cavanaugh since you were the one nice enough to bring the annoying woman to meet me, "she said with a laugh turning to stare at Dominic near the door. "Let her know I'm going up to change, and she can erase the thought from her mind of them shooting me sitting wearing one of my designs while sewing another," she groaned. "She, can me as me or not at all. They also have one hour from when I walk in the library so they'd better be ready," she said nodding to the door, just as Mrs. Cavanaugh's voice could be heard calling her name. "I'm really sorry I had to ask if you could keep your blocks up all the time. But right now that's the only thing I can think of short of me losing my mind," she said, walking out the door waving Mrs. Cavanaugh off, heading up to her room to change. *************** Caydn didn't like the feeling of the solid wall Gypsy had built in her mind keeping even him out. Tossing back the bourbon he'd poured himself, he turned to look at Claire. "How long has this been increasing?" he asked quietly, "And why in the hell didn't I of all people know it?" "Caydn this isn't something I think any of us, even you could've known," she said quickly. "I only noticed it today. I found her sitting in the alcove under the stairs where she seemed to be hiding from everyone and everything," she explained. Lucien watched Caydn pacing, the snarling growl letting him know the level of frustration he was feeling. Running his hand over his face trying to clear his mind of the issues he had happening in his own life, refocusing himself on the task at hand. Caydn looked at him, "You can't take responsibility for not seeing this, I'm the one whose bed she sleeps in, when she sleeps," he said with a growl, pouring himself another drink. "I didn't know it or see it, there's no way anyone else could've." "When this photo crap's over I'm going to talk to her and see if she'll allow me to exam her and make sure she's physically sound," Christian said firmly, leaving no room for discussion. "I don't like the way she's looking, she's pale and it looks as if she hasn't been sleeping in days." "Sophie told me she's eating very little at meals, but I thought with as much work as she'd been doing in the shop she was snacking while she was there," Vince added his information to the mix. "Any more information on Barton's being in town, or why?" Caydn asked looking at Lucien. "Not a fucking thing," Lucien snarled, "If it hadn't been the fact that Christian saw him, I'd think it was someone's imagination. I've talked to Dominic and some of his men, they're on the look out for him or anything that even smells as if it might involve Barton or Damone either one," he said, taking the glass from Caydn's hand swallowing it in one gulp. Dominic stepped to the door of the study. "Vince, Sophie asked me if you could help get the crew out of here, they'll be done in a few minutes and Gypsy will be down," he said relaying the information. Stepping back so Vince could pass, Dominic looked at the men and woman remaining. "I think you're going to have to get to the bottom of this and quick," he said quietly meeting every eye, as they turned toward him. "Lucinda and Megan aren't getting more than inches from Gypsy, and she's starting to shake from the stress of keeping her blocks up." Caydn pushed away from the desk, walking quickly from the room, taking the stairs three at a time. "It's over," he said loudly, startling everyone in the room. "Gentlemen please pack up your things as quick as humanly possible, and get the hell out of my house," he said pinning the photographer with a stare that left no room for objections. It took him less than a heart beat to move across the room where Gypsy was sitting in a chair. Leaning down, he scooped her into his arms, ignoring her protests. Gypsy Designs Ch. 14 "Acting like a Neanderthal man isn't really becoming," she snapped. "They're just finishing up I don't see why you had to stop it now," she glared up at him, seeing his eyes darken rapidly. "Mrs. Cavanaugh, I'd like to thank you for this opportunity but I think you'd better get everyone cleared out immediately," she said over her shoulder as Caydn started toward the stairs. Knowing Caydn's patience had reached its breaking point, it would be better if they were gone. He didn't stop moving, until he reached his bedroom. Laying her down on the bed he tensed, sensing Christian behind him. His blood boiled, knowing someone else could be of more help to her than he could. "Gypsy I want you to lean forward for a minute, then lean back against me as you did when you were sick," Christian said, moving slowly toward the bed seeing the tight rein Caydn was keeping on him self. "Caydn it's alright, it's just Christian and you know as well as I do, Megan would have his head if he even thought anything inappropriate," she sighed as she leaned back against the firmly muscled chest. "You don't have to make me sound as if I gave up wearing the pants in my own house hold," Christian laughed seeing Caydn grin. "But of course you're right. The woman makes sure she keeps me in line and not a chance to stray even if I wanted to. Now I want you to close your eyes and take some deep breaths, try to relax if you can," he said quietly, his fingers brushing hers out of the way as he began rubbing her temples. Caydn sat on the end of the bed and watched as she tried to do as Christian asked. The tension of her muscles let him know quickly that it was going to be difficult. Christian felt her heart beginning to race by the second, her mind becoming almost a vortex, sucking the emotions and thoughts scattered throughout the house toward her. She felt her body beginning to shake even more as she tried to stop it. Opening her eyes she met Caydn's, seeing the anger and distress reflecting his feeling of helplessness. "No one can help," she whispered, her voice fading into an animalistic groan of pain. "Christian please make me sleep," she said suddenly, her body stiffening at the pain assaulting her mind. "Make me sleep now," she begged. *************** The door almost snapping off its hinges scared Sophie as Cadyn walked out. The anger radiated from him as he stopped in the middle of the room. "You three, sit with her," he said pointing to Claire, Megan and Sophie. "Claire if she comes to, Christian will let you know how to put her back under," he said roughly. "How?" Lucien roared, his fangs extending, when Caydn's thoughts filled the room, alerting them all to what had happened. "We don't know but I intend to find out," Caydn said, before turning to Cameron. "I need you to stay and create an aura large enough to hide even the house from anyone, even us if need be," he said quickly as Christian walked from the bedroom. "Dominic you coming with us?" he asked yanking the leather tie from his hair violently before grabbing the leather jacket thrown casually over a chair. "My men and I will follow your scent," Dominic said quickly, the sound of his men agreeing from the other room. "I want every inch of this god forsaken land covered within a five hundred mile radius, or until we find this scum of the earth," Caydn snarled, heading toward the door. "Luc I want you to go with Dominic and his men so if they find something you can let us know immediately," he said over his shoulder as she fell into stride beside her twin. The sound of cars leaving the estate, echoed through the normally quiet neighborhood. Caydn and Christian in the small sleek sports car of Caydn's, Lucinda rode with Dominic as his men followed in their cars. Lucien had taken his own route, moving above the trees scanning vast amounts of area meticulously. Caydn slowed the car as they passed an area of numerous hotels and rentals. Christian talked to Dominic on his cell giving him all the details he had. "Some how Damone was able to find a way of creating this over load, creating the same effect as if an untrained empath suddenly turned out into the world, it also increased her telepathic abilities I'd say a thousand fold," he explained. "Everything happening or being thought or felt around her was drawn toward her as if she'd become a magnet." "If any of your men find any scent of them let us know," he said firmly. "Damone isn't just human anymore; it looks as if he was turned some time recently by a renegade vamp. That along with the powers and training he'd gained from some sorcerer has made him unpredictable," Christian told him. A few hours later, Lucien waited as the car came to a stop beside him. Closing his phone he watched Caydn step from the car. "It looks like Damone had been a very intent student," he said with a frown. "I've checked every location that's been reported. Barton or Damone if not both have at one time been at each, but aren't anymore," he snapped. "They move nightly I'd say. Moving from place to place, none of them even similar, so not even a pattern to follow," he said as Christian's phone rang. "I'll tell him Sophie," Christian said quietly. "You get some rest and we'll be on our way back in a minute," he said closing his phone. "Gypsy's awake and she remembers everything," he frowned. "It looks like the changes I made, and suggestions I placed in her mind have stopped the strong empath draw." Caydn watched the dark sedan pull up, stopping beside them. Lucinda opened the door glaring at her twin, then turning to Dominic who placed his hand on her arm stopping her. "If you know what's good for you hair ball, you'll let me go," she snapped, jerking her arm from Dominic's hold. "Lucien what the hells' wrong with you?" she snarled stalking over to stand face to face with the large man. "We just came by the last place you'd told me about to see if we could get some details from the clerk. Only to find you'd damn near drained the bastard," she said shoving him backwards. "Not the best way to gather information, but you of all people knows that," she snapped. "The guy had made a few calls and it looks like was providing Damone with his meals," he growled at his sister, defending himself. "He's damn lucky I didn't snap his neck when I was done." Spinning suddenly, Cadyn slammed his fist down on the hood of his car, surprising all of them. "Gypsy wants all of us to go to the local charity event this weekend, so she can be bait and draw Barton and Damone out," he said, his voice deadly calm, his eyes totally black at the thought of her intentionally being placed in danger. Lucinda leaned back against the car beside Christian. "She's a smart girl," she said with a twisted smile. "She might've come up with the only way to do this. It's obvious this is something that's been in the works and planned for many years." "Damone's done his studying and proven him self to be someone to contend with, as much as I hate to admit it. What he doesn't realize is between the powers we all possess he'll be crushed quickly. That is if we ever have a chance at anything other than a hologram of him," she said quietly, letting her words sink in with the men surrounding her. Lucien turned to look at Dominic. "Take Luc and I to where the event's to be held," he said stepping to the dark sedan. "You two go back to the house; Luc and I'll do what we've made it a life time career of doing." *************** "Of course Cadyn isn't going to like the idea," Megan said sitting on large bed beside Gypsy. "Christian understands, as apparently does Luc and Lucien. They've gone with Dominic to the building where the charity ball's being held," she explained. Claire walked back in carrying three steaming mugs of tea. "I sent Sophie and Vince to bed," she said handing each their drink. "Cameron's waiting for Caydn and Christian to return any minute. As soon as the others get back they're going to begin planning." Closing her eyes breathing in the warm scented steam from her mug, Gypsy took a deep breath. "I hope everyone doesn't hate me for the things I said earlier, even though most of it was caused by what ever Damone had done to me, all of it was the truth," she said looking up to meet Megan's eyes. "You've known me better than anyone else in my life," she said with a smile. "But I really don't know how much more I can take without packing my bags and sneaking out during the middle of the day and running away," she said, her voice fading. "I'd find you," came a smooth deep voice from the door way. He nodded to Claire and Megan who both smiled at him, before telling Gypsy good night, leaving them alone. Caydn closed the door, before stepping over to take a seat in one of the large leather chairs at the foot of the bed. His eyes moved over her as he drank in the sight of her comfortable in his bed, where she belonged. His eyes followed hers as he ran his hands through his hair, pushing it back as if to tie it again. Chuckling he let it fall knowing she preferred it hanging loose down his back, then bound and conservative. "I know you're not the type to like the attention on you, you hate feeling as if you're in the spotlight or that your distracting anyone from anything," he said, his voice quiet even in the total silence of the room. "You've apologized to me more since we met than I've heard from everyone I've known in all my years of life," he grinned at her. "All of which was unneeded, I assure you," he said holding his hand up when she opened her mouth to speak. "Don't do it now," he said quickly. "You've wondered why I didn't decide to join the Guardians as Lucien and Luc did. I've heard the question in your mind," he chuckled. Leaning his head back slightly, his eyes never leaving hers, he took a deep breath. "I had the chance, and was asked if I'd join their ranks," he explained. "But I knew then what they have to face now. The group was corrupt for centuries, power going to people's heads. More and more there was the need to cover up what they'd failed at. I didn't want to be a part of that." "My greatest skill is to read people, but for some reason when it came to you I was as adept, as if reading something in a language foreign. I decided to use my skills in business, never having to answer to anyone but myself for my actions," he explained quietly. "I could've become a cut throat business man with my talents, but where would that have gotten me, but bored with nothing else to conquer in a short period of time?" "I pride myself on doing things legally, or the right way should I say, since the legal size of things has changed numerous times over my life time," he grinned. "You've spent your entire life trying to fade into the background, hoping that the world and everyone in it would forget you existed. That way you knew you wouldn't make any waves." "Gypsy, I hate to say it but you failed," he said softly, his voice barely a whisper, making her wonder if she'd heard it out loud or in her mind. "You've definitely, gotten my attention. All of it whether you want it or not," he said, sitting forward, his arms braced on his legs, his eyes locking with hers. "You said you felt like you wanted to run away, and I told you I'd find you. I meant it. No matter where you went you'd find me there with you." He smiled when she shook her head, covering a smile. "I wouldn't drag you back as you suspect. I'd just do my business from what ever area we were in, and continue being by your side," he said, pushing up from the chair to walk across the room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked down at her. Her amber eyes large glowing pools of color. "You accused fate of being the reason I was 'stuck' with you, I think was your phrase," he grinned at her when she blushed. "If I'm 'stuck' then it's because I wanted to be. Fate just stepped in and stepped up the process I'd already had in my mind, slightly faster than what I thought you'd be comfortable with," he explained, reaching out to take her mug from her hand. Setting the mug on the table beside the bed, he moved his other hand to slide beneath her hair, curling around her neck gently. Pulling her toward him, his eyes dropped from hers to her mouth. He watched as her tongue moved over her lower lip, wetting the fullness that was tempting him. "I've never said I loved you because you always acted as if you'd run like a scared rabbit at the first word," he said quietly, his words a whisper against her lips, as he pulled her toward him. "But now that I know you're planning on running anyway," he said nibbling on her bottom lip, tugging it into his mouth as he spoke. "I will tell you, I do love you, and that I'll always find you because you belong to me," he said moving his mouth fully over hers, taking her sigh into him self as he kissed her. Gypsy felt her mind becoming a whirlwind. Her body began winning the silent war it had been battling as Caydn had been talking. Hearing his low growl as his tongue slipped past her lips to capture her own, she realized she'd lost both battles, her mind and body were becoming one and this was their prize. Her hands moved to circle his neck, her head tilting slightly to allow him greater access, as he plundered her mouth. Threading her fingers deep in the long black silken hair, she returned his fiery kiss. Leaning forward, she caught her breath when her full breasts brushed against the solid wall of his chest. Inhaling deeply, she pushed them tighter against him, her skin all but begging for the fabric covering them to be removed, so skin could meet skin. Caydn couldn't contain the smile from his lips as her thoughts poured through him. Leaning back slightly, he smiled down at her, brushing a kiss over the bridge of her nose. "It feels like you're interested in more than just my kiss," he chuckled, his hand dropping from her neck to her back, pulling her body flush against his, his other hand moving along her side until his fingers teased the swells of her breasts. She closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, she dropped her hands from his hair to grab his shirt pushing it up over his chest. Leaning back she smiled at him as he watched her intently. Pulling the shirt off of down his arms and off his hands after he'd ducked his head allowing her to pull it over. Tossing his shirt over her shoulder on to the bed, her eyes moved over the ridged muscles of his stomach and chest. Resting her hand on his stomach she noticed the warmth radiating from him, glancing up she met his eyes. "You fed while you were out?" she said quietly, knowing before his nod confirmed it. "More than usual since you're almost hot," she chuckled, thinking how that had to have sounded. Caydn laughed seeing the blush on her cheeks and hearing her swirling thoughts as she giggled at herself. "Anger tends to make me rather animalistic," he said with a wicked smile. "We ran across quite a few people who seemed to know Damone was up to no good but felt it would be fun to aid him and watch things unfold," he explained. "Those were some of the stress relievers for the evening." "The man Lucien attacked is he going to be okay?" she asked quickly. "I felt your surprise when Lucinda told you about it, is how I know," she explained when he looked at her, concern showing. "What ever Christian did made it go away," she assured him with a smile. "But for some reason you keep floating around in my head," she laughed when he frowned at her. Looking down at her he ran his hand over her hair, his thumb brushing her cheek. Lifting her hand he brushed a kiss against her palm. "I don't think you have any idea of how deep the sensation of bonding is with in me," he whispered the words as he continued to kiss each individual finger. Placing her hand against his chest, her palm over his heart he sighed. "You're a part of me now. Not just a thought or an emotion but it's as if everything that physically makes you who you are has engrained and threaded it's self within me," he said carefully, watching her reaction. Her eyes moved over the sight of her hand against the broad expanse of muscled flesh. She felt the strong beating of his heart and marveled at how someone the world considered dead could be so much alive to her. "Does that bother you?" she thought more than said aloud, her eyes remaining on her hand for fear she wasn't prepared for his answer. Feeling her shyness and uncertainty, he almost laughed. Leaning forward, he pushed her back on the bed, bracing his arms on either side of her, his eyes locked with the large amber pools of her eyes. "The only thing that does bother me is that you seem to want to resist the idea, as strongly as you do," he said moving forward, his knee sliding into the bed to rest between her long legs. "That and we didn't discuss it and it happen sooner," he smiled at her, flashing his lengthen incisors, his body raging to touch her and taste her. Giggling, she reached up, brushing her finger over the sharp edge of his teeth, sighing when she felt the sting as she pressed against the point. Her eyes watched as his tongue slipped out to taste the drop of blood that welled on her finger tip. "Is it my imagination or do these only appear when you're aroused or angry?" she asked, her voice almost a groan feeling heat surging through her body just at the thought of those sharp points raking against her skin. Leaning forward, he chuckled, his knee pushing tightly against the heat between her thighs, forcing the groan to escape her. Shifting his hips, the hard swelling contained in his jeans pressing firmly against her hip, he smiled down at her. "Does that feel angry?" he laughed when she involuntarily lifted her hips, rubbing against him. "You do this to me," he said his voice a deep growl. "The thought of you, the taste of you, even the scent of you makes me want nothing more than to push deep inside you and stay there for ever." "I think it's a very good thing Claire or Sophie had you change when you woke up or your clothes would be in danger of ending up as shreds," he laughed, flexing his hips in rhythm with her wiggling body. Gypsy laughed, "Actually it was my own suggestion. Some how being in bed didn't feel right dressed to the teeth," she giggled when he growled deep in his chest, his eyes burning into hers. "I think I'm at a serious disadvantage though since you still have your boots, sock and jeans on," she said, her hand dropping to the button at the waistband of his jeans. Caydn pushed back, after brushing a kiss over her lips. Stepping to the chair to sit down and pull his boots off, he watched her closely as she moved to kneel on the bed. His eyes moved over the black satin of the pajama shirt caressing the hardening peaks of her nipples as they thrust against the silky fabric. "Now who'll be at a disadvantage?" he almost choked, seeing her hands beginning to slowly unbutton the shirt she wore. Standing, he almost ripped the zipper from the black jeans he was wearing, before moving to pull them off. Her eyes moved over the contours of his body as they were exposed. The firmly muscled thighs, so out of character for a business man, the ridged muscles along his stomach, leading down to the deep cut vee of his groin. She felt her pulse quicken seeing the throbbing hardness standing at attention between his wide spread stance, the crown shiny and slick in anticipation of what was to come. "I'd have to say I don't think anger's involved now," she giggled, covering her mouth, laughing at him rolling his eyes at her. Sitting back on her heels, motioning for him to move closer to the bed, holding her hand up to stop when he stood directly against the edge. Caydn caught his hands together behind his back, to keep from reaching out pulling her tightly against him. His emotions from earlier still very much a reality when he'd realized someone had put her in danger. Gypsy Designs Ch. 14 His breath caught as she lifted one hand, the tips of her fingers brushing lightly, almost timidly against his stomach. Watching her eyes move over his body standing on display for her, he could feel the heat of her gaze as it followed her physical touch. He closed his eyes to maintain his control when her hand dropped slowly, her gentle stroking touch moving to circle his belly button before trailing off to caress the indenture along his hip bone leading directly toward his cock. Gypsy felt her boldness growing, sensing the tension building in his body, yet knowing he'd hold it at bay, allowing her the time and pleasure of exploring his body. She watched his cock twitch, the thick hardness swaying slightly as her fingers stroking along the sharply cut muscles. Biting her bottom lip, she contained her giggle when she quickly changed direction, moving her hand upward, the back of her fingers brushing over his stomach and then chest, stopping at the base of his throat. Opening his eyes he met hers, locking with the amber pools that glittered with mischievousness. He contained the low growl in his throat when her fingers stroked along his collar bone before tracing the tendon along the side of his throat. He laughed when she tugged at his hair, having fallen over his shoulder, pulling him even closer to the bed as she moved forward, kneeling at the very edge. His laugh became a strangled groan suddenly when he felt the firm roundness of her breasts brushing along his cock as it nestled its way between the two mounds. His mind tried to step away, feeling the sharp sting of her modestly manicure nails curling against the flesh along his shoulders. His senses reached out to hers, searching for fear as a savage growl escaped him, echoing against the walls of the large room. She felt every muscles and tendon that made up the gorgeous body standing in front of her tremble as she slowly moved her hands down. Her nails scraping trails along the perfect skin, red trails being left in their wake. The surge of power that struck her shook her very core. Knowing he'd stand and allow her anything, even if it meant pain and discomfort. Her tongue slipped out, wetting her lips as her eyes followed the slow path her hands were taking. A soft gasp escaped her as her own palms brushed the rock hard nipples resting along each side of the thick shaft throbbing between her breasts. Looking up she felt her body warm seeing his burning gaze moving over her face. Smiling up at him with a new surge of confidence she slid her hands along the outer curves of her breasts as her finger tips came to their final destination. Caydn felt as if his mind and body would explode at any minute he was so tightly restrained. Seeing her wicked little smile as her tongue again wet her lips, he waited almost impatiently to see what her next move would be. "You know you're playing with fire," he said quickly, his voice a deep growl as he watched and felt her gently massaging the firm breasts along the sides of his raging cock. Leaning her head back, she laughed. "But the question is, which of us will feel the burn first," she said confidently just before squeezing her breasts together, trapping his cock between them, taking a deep breath forcing them to rise and fall in a mock stroking motion. "Something tells me we'll both burn for this," he muttered, clenching his teeth together as her finger tips curled over her nipples coming to rest along the top of his ridged cock. Tilting her head back she watched her fingers slide over the rock solid shaft. "How can something so hard and demanding feel so much like velvet and steel?' she said quietly, thinking out loud. "The heat should burn the layer of soft velvet to shreds leaving only the steel firmness to show," she whispered, lowering her head to brush her lips against the ridged crown. "Gypsy," he snarled deeply. "You'd tempt the devil to offer everyone in hell ice water and god to order a decadent orgy for all in heaven," he said sucking air deep into his lungs only for it to be exhaled loudly when her lips caressed the head of his cock teasingly. She giggled at the mental image that created, the vibrations sending electrical surges along his cock to his very core of restraint. Pulling back slightly her hands curled his cock gently, her nipples brushing against the hardness creating a throbbing deep in her body. Caydn tasted the blood from his fangs against his own lips as he felt her begin moving her hands, stroking his cock from base to tip, her breath that of fire as she lowered her head toward him. Hearing the tortured groans contained in his mind she sighed, smiling as the volume of them increased sharply. Listening closely she lowered her mouth suddenly, engulfing the swollen head completely. Her mind rang with his mental cries as she focused on learning. The pulsing throbs that sent his cock deeper in her mouth as it jerked violently, and the strangled sounds of pleasure when her tongue danced along the hardness. Her eyes closed as her body slowly entwined itself in the web of desire. Tingling surges coursing through her, forcing wetness to puddle deep inside of her as she sucked his cock deeper into her mouth, the head coming to rest against the back of her throat. The slick saltiness taste that leaked from him, coating her mouth and tongue sent the wetness building in her own body to be released, moving down to dampen the slick lips of her own body. Spreading her fingers, resting them against his groin, framing the thick shaft, she increased the pressure surrounding him. Her cheeks tightened as she sucked firmly, the roar in her mind encouraging her. Pulling back she felt his mind threatening to crack when her teeth scraped a path similar to that of her nails, only this time along the length of his cock. She gasped sucking in deeply when his growl was forced from his throat as she sank her teeth into the hardness just beneath the thick ridged crown. "How could something you like so much be the death of you?" she asked pulling her mouth back, looking up at him as her hands continuing the stroking cadence her mouth had started. Taking a deep breath he sighed. "Do you have any idea how badly I'd like nothing more than to bury myself in your throat and watch you drink me in?" he asked, his voice strained. "Or to watch as you brought me so close to the edge I was forced to throw you back and thrust so deeply inside of you, you screamed with pleasure before filling you completely?" She shook her head, smiling up at him. "You sound like you've just run a hundred miles," she said with a giggle. "Why don't you relax and lay back to make sure your age doesn't get the best of you and I have to call for help to revive you," she laughed when he raised one eye brow at her insinuation. Moving around the bed he laid back, pulling an additional pillow behind his head so he could watch her closely as she continued to kneel at the edge of the bed. Reaching he hand to her, he chuckled when she shook her head no. "I'm not done I don't think," she said sitting back before crawling to his side. "I'm not done that is if you don't think this will be too much of a strain on you," she winked at him saucily as she moved to straddle his stomach. "I can assure you I have the stamina you're looking for," he laughed when she cocked her head as if not sure she believed him. His eyes moved over her body, moving his legs when she tugged at them until his knees were raised, giving her some place to lean. Caydn felt his body tense even further as he gazed at the image in front of him. His eyes moved from the riotous curls twisted up on her head, over the face, her amber eyes dropped as she looked at his body. Licking his lips he wished she lean forward allowing him to suck first one then the other of her marble hard nipples into his mouth, allowing his tongue to circle the hardened peaks slowly. The toned muscles of her stomach now covered the previous sharp definition of her ribs that had shown when she'd first come to live there. Taking a deep breath he dared himself to look lower, knowing he was tempting his own fate and control. She braced herself against his raised legs, her fingers tracing intricate designs across the muscles of his stomach. Looking up when she heard his deep breath she smiled, shaking her head no. her heart jumped when images of her kneeling as she was, her own hands moving over her body while he watched slipped dominantly into her mind. "You would enjoy that?" she asked quietly, lifting her hands to the outer curves of her breasts. Feeling the involuntary spasms course through his body she smiled. "What else would you enjoy?" she asked moving her hands to gently cup her breasts, her index fingers circling her nipples closely. She felt the rushing heat fill her body and mind as she blushed seeing the mental images of her sliding her hand down her stomach, spreading herself open for his gaze. "I think you're a voyeur," she laughed when he nodded in agreement. Reaching down she ran her fingers along the length off his cock forcing a growl from him. Wrapping her hand around him she squeezed gently, enjoying the sharp jerking his shaft did in her hand. Raising herself fully to her knees she dropped her eyes from his, watching as her hand caressed the firm length, circling the crown, spreading the wetness seeping from it over it entirely. His breath caught deep in his lungs as he watched her stroking his cock, her hand moving him until he was directly beneath the heat he knew was burning between her wide spread thighs. He could smell the sweetness of the slick wetness he saw glistening against the smooth slick flesh. His body tried to over ride his mental control, wanting to grab her and thrust her downward as he lifted his hips, impaling her totally. She relaxed her legs slightly allowing natures gravity to lower her ever so slightly, sliding her ass down his legs closer to her goal. Closing her eyes she felt the burning heat radiating from his cock. Holding very still for a minute she looked at him. "I have one question," she whispered. "Do I have to become like you for you to want me?' she asked. "Gypsy I want you as you chose to be, no demands no changes if that's what you desire. Just you as yourself,' he said gently, knowing she'd wanted to ask but not knowing when she would. Smiling she took a deep breath, she moved her other hand from her thigh to her stomach, pushing gently to control the throbbing need she felt coiling inside her body. A deep throaty growl rewarded her as her hand dropped slowly, her fingers sliding down to the tight crease at the edge of her mound. Following the images swirling in her mind she moved them further, her finger tips brushing over her clit before continuing lower to slip between the delicate folds of skin. Opening her fingers she gasped silently, the images showing her what he saw as he watched her closely. Caydn dug his hands and nails into the bed fighting to restrain him self, knowing he had to give her this opportunity. His eyes followed her fingers, seeing the wetness that rushed out of her to coat the tender skin threatening to drop onto his cock. Looking up quickly he met her eyes as they opened, the amber glowing as desire began to take over her body and mind. Her gasp startled her when it escaped her lips as her finger stroked back over her engorged clit, sending pulses of electricity through her body. Gritting her teeth she locked her eyes with his, the dark brown swirling in his eyes. Her breathing increased as gravity finally brought her down against him. The spongy head of his cock brushing against the wet slick lips of her opening. Moving her hands to his legs she kept her eyes locked with his as she pushed down harder, groaning as his cock pushed hard against the tight band of muscle at the opening. She cried out when his cock jerked violently, pushing its way through and into her. She saw his smile knowing he'd done that intentionally, shaking her head she held her breath before letting go of his legs dropping down quickly. Her groan echoed through the room along with his growl when his cock was suddenly surrounded by the wet sick heat of her body. Panting she held very still, adjusting to the hardness and overwhelming fullness, feeling his cock twitch she gasped again. Each ridged inch of him throbbed against the tightly banded muscles deep inside of her, the head of his cock nestled firmly against her very core. His eyes threatened to leave hers, wanting to witness the slickness her knew was leaking out from between them as she slowly raised herself. Hearing her chuckle and seeing her close her eyes he did just that. Gritting his teeth he watched as his cock appeared, the wetness pearly slickness of her body coating him fully, making his cock almost glisten in the light. The contrast of the cold air after the hot wetness made his cock pulse strongly, wanting to again be deep inside her. He saw the pink slickness caressing his thickness, grasping him to hold him inside every time she lifted herself before slowly grinding her hips back down. Feeling the boiling heat churning in his balls begging for release he took a deep breath, wanting to allow her to enjoy her self as long as she desired. Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding her clit against him every time she impaled herself on his cock. Her mind was losing control and her body taking over, making her want to cry out with need. She nodded her head quickly as her mind was filled with flashing images of his fingers stroking her clit as she drover herself down onto his thick length repeatedly. Feeling his fingers brush against her swollen clit, her head fell back, a deep groan escaping her lips. Her movements became jerky as Caydn increased the pressure on her clit, driving her closer to the edge. Lifting her self until only the swollen head of his cock was inside her, she allowed herself to feel the intense pleasure his fingers were giving her. Caydn knew any minute she'd reach the edge and crash over it, her orgasm ripping through her. His eyes locked on his stroking fingers, seeing his cock throbbing just barely inside her, begging to be buried deep within her while he worked his magic on her swollen clit. He felt her body beginning to tremble, her legs shaking as they held her above his shaft. The thick burning fluid held in his alls surged forward attempting to erupt as he ground his teeth together knowing he'd not allow his own release until after she'd found hers. His cock swelled, increasing the pressure inside the banded muscle, wetness leaked from him combining with the slickness beginning to pour from her core. Her throat constricted as her scream was ripped from her, her mind shattering as she came. Gasping she allowed her legs to collapse, driving herself down onto him hard and fast, thrusting his cock almost painfully to her core instantly. Grabbing her hips, he slammed into her, raising her slightly he thrust deeply as his cock erupted emptying himself deep inside her as her muscles clenched painfully, milking everything from him. Gypsy collapsed against his chest, her face nuzzling his neck weakly trying to catch her breath. "I think I might love you also," she whispered against his throat, taking a deep breath she allowed exhaustion to over take her, feeling his heart beating a rapid rhythm matching her own. Caydn held her tightly, their bodies still joined. Listening to her breathing he knew she'd be asleep for hours. Closing his eyes, he silently thanked fate for stepping in when she did. He'd known waiting for Gypsy to make her mind up would've taken years. Gypsy Designs Ch. 15 I'm terribly sorry for the wait on this chapter... I was close to giving it up when I found my computer had obviously eaten it! I had to start over which hasn't been the easiest thing since I'd allowed my mind to move on to other things. Hopefully you'll enjoy :) ~Shadow~ * Dropping exhaustedly onto the stool at the bar in the kitchen, Gypsy groaned. Sophie had begun cooking her large cuts of rare meat and veggies high in iron since the last go round with Damone's powers. Something she knew was Christian's fault. "How many times do I have to tell people, Caydn isn't feeding from me?" she muttered, biting into the perfectly seasoned bite of steak she'd cut. "Feeding isn't the only thing that makes a body anemic," Claire said with a laugh, having walked in to hear Gypsy. "The hours you've been putting in would explain it alone. Not to mention the stress that you have to be under both personally and business wise, I've seen all the orders piling up on your desk." "I didn't think I'd ever say this, but I almost can't wait for this holiday season to end," she laughed, cutting another large bite of meat. "I think I got everything for this week done. Only one more to be picked up and that should be within the hour," she smiled proudly when Claire turned to stare at her. "Megan told me you'd thought about using the store space you have for a more casual line of clothing. Is that something you're still considering?" Claire asked, smiling at Sophie when she walked in and joined them. Gypsy pushed the spinach around on her plate as she thought. "I haven't really thought about that in months," she admitted. "If things slow down and Megan and I have the time, possibly, but at the moment I'd have to say no. It's the first week of December and everyone wants their Christmas gowns done, yesterday," she rolled her eyes. Sophie answered the phone to the gate when the buzzer alerted them. "I'll go out and make sure she gets everything she needs," Sophie said with a wave. "You finish your dinner." Claire laughed as Gypsy grumbled under her breath as she ate. "Christian mentioned possibly having to set you up for a pint or more of blood, when he was here last night," she tried to explain Sophie's behavior. "I think she wants to make sure you don't have to go through that." "It might not be a bad idea if it'll help you maintain your strength," Caydn said quietly, knowing his sudden appearance would startle her. Almost throwing her fork when she heard him behind her, she spun on the stool to stare at him. "Is it my imagination or are you waking earlier everyday? And do you have to enjoy scaring the hell out of me all the time?" she snapped before he walked around the counter. Caydn leaned across the counter, grabbing the hand holding her fork; raising it he stole the large bite of steak. "No I'm not suddenly becoming human," he laughed with a forced frown, having read her thoughts. "Who of us who love the sensual taste of blood could resist that thick juicy slab of raw meat you're devouring?" "Ugh!" She groaned, pushing her plate away from her. "You can explain to Sophie why I'm not eating when she comes back in," she rolled her eyes at him. "No need, I heard him," Sophie said walking into the kitchen, frowning at Caydn. "I wonder some times if anyone ever taught you any manners," she grumbled, taking Gypsy's plate from the counter. Claire laughed, seeing Caydn follow Sophie from the room; trying to make peace with the woman he'd known the majority of her life. "I think Caydn may be right about allowing the transfusion. I seriously doubt you've changed your mind about tomorrow night," she said turning to look at Gypsy closely. "This isn't going to be something you want to take on in a weakened state." "I can assure you, she amazes even me when it comes to doing things with little to no thought," Lucien said walking through the back door, closing it harder than needed. "Hard headed, that's the only damn thing you can call her," he snapped. "Wow who pissed in your blood supply?" Lucinda snarled from the hallway, walking into the kitchen a few seconds later to glare at her twin who'd thrown himself in a chair at the table. Claire patted Gypsy's arm, "The days are getting shorter and nights longer," she explained. "That's why they're waking earlier and it doesn't bode well on their tempers as you've noticed," she chuckled when Gypsy nodded quickly and rolled her eyes. Lucinda wandered over to pour herself a cup of coffee. "Not all of us are becoming moody and temperamental as the big oaf," she said nodding toward Lucien. "I'm actually enjoying myself," she smiled, flashing her fangs with a wicked laugh. Gypsy shook her head, wondering what life would be like when everyone left, going back to their own lives. "I know why Sophie's been making me eat like this again," she said quietly, having heard the conversation Sophie was having with Caydn. Claire looked at her questioningly. "She's afraid this would mean I'm one step closer to changing. She doesn't think I'm ready for that decision," she explained. Lucinda nodded, taking a drink of the dark steaming coffee. "This would be from a human donor," she said quickly. "I always make sure I find a blood bank and have a fresh supply on hand. Just in case something happens and feeding isn't an option," she explained. "I'm sure Caydn will explain that to her." "Is it really necessary?" Gypsy asked, looking at Claire. "I feel fine, really. Okay I still seem to need a little more sleep than normal but other then that everything's okay." Turning, she saw the lights across the yard and knew Christian and Megan had pulled up. Laughing she dropped her head. "I've got to remember not to broadcast," she grinned. "Christian just informed me he's in charge of my medical needs, and he said it's necessary. I guess I'm going to head to the bedroom so we can get this over with and I'll see everyone in a few hours," she said sliding off the stool, walking out of the kitchen. "You can inform me of any updates when I'm done," Christian said with a laugh, silently following Gypsy from the room, knowing Cadyn would meet them in the bedroom any second. *************** Gypsy winched when the tape on her arm pulled. Adjusting her sleeve, she walked into the library. She smiled at Claire and Sophie when she saw them watching her. "I feel like I've had all my fluids checked and been told they're full," she laughed, taking the glass of orange juice Caydn handed her. Glancing at Lucien she saw his frown. "I'm sorry if you think I'm being ridiculous, but if I don't make jokes about it, the entire situation is going to make my brain turn to mush. Then I'll end up spending the rest of my life sitting in a corner staring at the walls," she said sharply, having heard some of his muttered comments. "It seems like you think I should be locked in the dungeon and some how you'd manage to take care of the ghouls without me. Tell me, were you able to find them the other night?" she said staring at the large imposing man, even when he growled deeply at her jab. Leaning back she glanced around the room. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for," she said apologetically. "But this is my life and little things like this have been happening to me as far back as I can remember," she explained. "If there's even a small chance something can be done to stop it then I'm going to be right in the middle of it, if need be. And it's obvious there's a need." "Amazing how one little human can create such a stir isn't it?" Lucien sneered, standing; he turned to stare at her. "I just hope with all of your insisting it doesn't end up getting you or worse yet, one of my close friends killed," he almost whispered in the silent room. Turning, he vanished from the room; only the displaced air alerted her that he'd used his inhuman abilities. Gypsy swallowed quickly, blinking to control the tears she felt welling in her eyes. She'd never faced such a verbal attack from anyone she'd felt such a bond and closeness with. Cameron wrapped his arm around Claire, a slight squeeze silencing her before she could speak. "Gypsy, I'll not apologize for my son, that's his place and honor to do, once he gets his head out of his own ass," he said, his voice carrying in the silence. "But I do want to make sure that you're aware how dangerous this is going to be, not only to you but everyone involved, should we happen to be underestimating Damone." She took Caydn's hand when he sat on the arm of her chair. "I do understand, but if you would, can we go over everything one more time before I get some sleep?" she asked, trying to keep her voice from fading. "I think it'll be better if I just concentrate on my part and not get caught up in what others will be doing so I don't worry," she smiled weakly. Hours later, just before dawn, Caydn stood near the bed watching her sleep. His eyes moved over the riot of curls falling over her exposed shoulder before moving to the long lashes resting peacefully against the high cheek bones. He silently wished he'd see that amber stare he'd found he felt lost without recently, but he knew she needed her sleep. He wasn't pleased she'd allowed her name and image to be used to help promote the charity event. He also understood it was the easiest and fastest way of alerting Damone and Barton where she'd be easily found. Brushing his hair back from his face he released the breath he'd been holding. After all the centuries he'd spent alone, he never thought the day would come when he'd feel as complete as he did now. His teeth flashed in the darkness as he smiled, he'd never counted on the frustration and chaos that came hand in hand either. "I know I create chaos, but frustration to?" she asked quietly, opening her eyes slowly meeting his. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said sitting on the edge of the bed. "You need to get some more sleep. I'm just coming to bed and was thinking," he smiled at her, brushing a random curl from her cheek. "It was all that thinking you were doing, it was getting louder and louder," she chuckled, rolling to her back, stretching. "And I was only napping until you got here. I sleep much better when you're beside me," she said pushing the covers down invitingly. Caydn leaned toward her, bracing his hand on the other side of her hip. His eyes moved from her face down the column of her throat, before dipping to the up thrust peaks of her breasts hidden from his view by the black silk pajama top she was wearing. "When are you going to start sleeping naked so I can ogle you all I want?" he asked, leaning down brushing his lips over one nipple. "Think of all the various ways I could wake you, that wouldn't involve having to undress you," he said moving to nip at the opposite nipple. Arching her back slightly, trying to maintain contact between her nipples and his seeking lips, she sighed, biting back the moan threatening to escape. "If I remember right, and I can say I'm pretty sure I'm totally correct this time," she laughed. "The only time I wear anything to bed is when I'm sleeping alone. I don't see much point of being naked when I'm alone, there's no pleasure there," she rolled her eyes at him as he leaned back slightly. "You've never been more wrong Gypsy," he said, his voice a low growl. "There can be volumes of unspeakable pleasure when one's alone," he chuckled wickedly, seeing her blush, knowing she was seeing the mental images he'd pushed her way, invading her mind. He felt his body harden rapidly at the thought of her laid back pleasuring herself while he watched. "That'll be a part of your sexual education I think we'll both find extremely enjoyable and exciting," he said quickly, leaning forward to capture her gasp with his mouth. Her breath caught in her throat when she heard the menacing growl vibrating through his body when she mentally envisioned him demonstrating these steps to her. The muscles deep in her stomach clenched, followed by a slight rush of heated slickness, quickly puddling between her thighs. "I think it would only be right that you demonstrate some of these for me. You realize I could video tape these demonstration and lessons and sell them on the internet to those females that attend all the social functions you go to," she laughed when he shook his head and rolled his eyes at her. "Just like a man to shoot down a new business venture a woman thinks of," she said stifling a yawn. He fought the need to gather her into his arms, burying his face in her throat as he buried his cock into the searing wetness he knew he'd find just between the slick lips of her pussy. Pushing himself up, his teeth clenched as the slacks he wore tightened around the swollen length hidden beneath them. "Gypsy you need to sleep," he said with mock firmness. "That's a direct order from Christian and Sophie. And Sophie isn't one I care to have to answer to," he laughed when she forced a fake huff of displeasure. She closed her eyes, listening to the sounds as he'd gone into the bathroom taking his clothes off before coming to bed. Her body still felt some what heavy, the anemia having kept her system burdened with its deficiency. Feeling the bed dip, he climbed in beside her; she settled her body against the hard muscled length of his side with a sigh. "I'm only going to sleep a few more hours," she said nestling her face against his shoulder. "I'm going shopping with Claire and Sophie since we've all decided we'd like to go all out decorating for Christmas. Everything looked so perfect the other day for the photo shoot," she said ruining the effect with a yawn. Caydn smiled, feeling her body and mind relax against his as she fell asleep again. He'd known about the shopping trip since the women had begun discussing it. He wasn't about to have to explain just how strong the bond between the two of them was becoming rapidly, so he hadn't mentioned it. He also knew, despite the excitement of decorating and having a large celebration at the estate. Gypsy was afraid to get her hopes up about seeing it. She secretly believed she wasn't going to come out of this encounter unscathed. Closing his eyes he willed himself to sleep to avoid the under lying dread he felt about the coming evening. *************** "Is it me or do all men like to waste your time by asking 'why?'?" Sophie asked, handing Gypsy's cell phone back to her. "I told him all he had to do was supervise, once he'd gotten the lights from the storage room," she muttered staring out the window at the passing scenery. Marisa had joined the women that morning before they'd left; wanting to find the things Megan had talked about for her and Christian's house for the holidays. "I think it would be safe to say, they all do that," she laughed. "Next time we stop and have things to put in the car, watch the faces of the men and you'll have your answer," she said motioning to the dark sedan and SUV that were following them closely. Gypsy rolled her eyes, glancing in the rear view mirror, reminded of the entourage that traveled everywhere they went. "I feel like we're either criminals or diplomats," she laughed. "At least with you riding with us Marisa, they had to follow and not ride like statues with us." Stiffening slightly, she looked around. "Why would Caydn be up already?" she asked looking in the mirror at Claire. "It's only four thirty." Claire nodded, letting her know Cameron was also waking. "All of the men, even Lucinda, are older and have much greater strength to resist the lethargy of physical time," she explained. "I think some of it might also be due to the thick heavy clouds making it seem hours later," she commented, pointing to some of the street lights that were already lit. Sophie patted Gypsy's hand reassuringly. "I think we've done quite enough for one day," she said with a groan. "I for one would like nothing better than to kick my shoes off and collapse with a cup of coffee. I'm sure once I get back there's going to be a thousand things I have to rearrange," she finished with a dramatic sigh, making the other women laugh. "We knew when you made that first call to Vince, it was leaving a man in charge of something that's definitely only found in a woman's gene, 'decorating skills'," Claire chuckled, reaching forward she squeezed Gypsy's shoulder, sensing the nervousness of the young woman. "Gypsy dear, if you don't mind dropping me by the house before taking Marisa home, I'd appreciate it," Sophie said beginning to pull her gloves on. "The end of the drive is fine. I figure I'm going to have to straighten the gate wreathes," she laughed. "Every time I leave them for Vince to put up, the man does it upside down. Oh my," she said with a deep sigh. Gypsy glanced at Sophie before turning to see her pointing at the group of workers gathered near the large gated drive. Enormous wreaths decorated each wrought iron gate. Each wreath looked as if it was decorated with melon sized ornaments, glowing with festive reds, greens and gold's, while the wreath was lit with sparkling white lights. Shaking her head, she couldn't help but smile at the huge transformation they made to the entrance to the estate. Stopping at the end of the drive she watched as two men under Vince's supervision climbed ladders, draping what seemed to be miles of thick pine garland along the top of the brick walls, framing the massive gates. "What brings you wandering women home so early?" Vince asked with a smile, walking to the SUV, helping his stunned wife step out. "I was hoping to get this done as a surprise," he admitted sheepishly. "Where did you get those Vincent Chordane?" Sophie said through her tears. "They're beautiful!" "Sophie I didn't mean to upset you," he said quickly, pulling her close, hugging her. "I wanted to make this a good Christmas since we've got a house full to keep you happy during the holidays. But I bought these from a group of students at the art school," he said smiling, each woman gasped slightly when the garland was lit to match the wreaths. "For a donation to the program, I got not only the items but the installation also," he laughed, pointing to the large group of young men scurrying around in the cold winter air. "Vince if you'd please get their names and a contact number for me," Marisa said laughing. "I'm sure once Megan sees this we're going to be giving them a call." Gypsy shook her head as she watched Sophie and Vince walk toward the gate. "I wish I'd been given a chance to grow up with a woman as special as Sophie in my dad's life," she said quietly, thinking back to the unpleasant memories she had of her own mother and the chaos holidays caused. "Marisa let's get you home so I can get back and see why Caydn's awake and seeming more agitated by the minute," she said pulling away from the drive heading to Megan and Christian's. Caydn didn't even attempt to hide his annoyance when Gypsy followed Claire into the kitchen. "I can only imagine what type of excuse there's going to be for needing to be gone from sun up until almost dark, looking for Christmas decorations," he snapped sarcastically, from the table where he was sitting having coffee. Her spine stiffened so quickly she swore she'd heard it crack several times in her mind. Setting her bags on the counter, she turned to stare at him. "Excuse me?" she said loudly, kicking herself for not being able to maintain the coolness she'd wanted. "Would you care to rephrase that or are you going to continue thinking I owe you an explanation, oh I'm sorry the word was 'excuse' for me spending the day with my aunt?" she locked eyes with him, seeing the blackness overwhelming the warm brown rapidly. "If you'd pull your head out your ass, as Cameron says about Lucien, and used it for logical thinking it might have dawned on you, I was trying to do my best to help her. This is the first time in years she's had a chance to have family and friends," she said motioning toward Claire, and Cameron who'd just entered the kitchen. "And to top it off because of me and all the shit swirling around me, her own daughter and only grandchild can't be here because it isn't safe for them," she snarled through clenched teeth. Gypsy Designs Ch. 15 "I thought maybe one day of not having to think about anything more stressful than lights and glass ornaments, would be a nice break for her since she obviously worries about me," she said spinning on her heel to grab her bag. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to my room," she emphasized. "I'm going to soak in the tub and get ready for tonight. Don't you even think about invading my space," she said turning to pin him with a glaring stare. Nodding to Claire and Cameron she stalked from the room, brushing past Lucinda who was leaning against the doorway smiling. "I honestly think I need to thank that human for letting me see the real you," she laughed when Caydn growled at her before standing, slamming his chair back to the table and walking out the door. Claire glared at the tall woman she thought of as a daughter; turning to Cameron she knew by the smile on his face he was totally enjoying the chaos swirling through the air. Shaking her head, she started sorting the mountains of bags some of the men had brought in from the SUV after they'd arrived. Turning silently she walked toward the library with an assortment of items they'd purchased. *************** Turning in front of the full length mirror, she couldn't help but smile, wondering what Caydn's reaction would be to her outfit. She'd decided as soon as the plans were being made, she was going to make sure she wore something she could move in if the need arose. Smoothing the rich velvet tunic over her slender hips, she chuckled, seeing the hem of it flirting with the rounded curve of her ass. Glancing at her ankle boots, she wished again they'd had them with a lower heel, but the color was such an exact match to the velvet she couldn't resist. Gypsy slipped a large stack of gold bracelets over each hand, gathering them along her wrists before reaching for the waterfall chain necklace lying on her dresser. "It's open," she said knowing Sophie would knock and not just walk in. Sophie smiled seeing her niece. "Let me help you with that," she said stepping behind her to secure the gold chain necklace. "I came up to tell you everyone's already downstairs," she said quietly, checking the clasp one last time unnecessarily. "I know you don't like this Sophie," Gypsy said turning to meet the older woman's eyes. "But I can't keep living like this, waiting for the next shoe to fall. It makes me crazy knowing everyone's lives have been turned upside down because of the crazy side of my family," she laughed, forcing a smile from the woman. "All I need is the leather jacket I bought to match the boots," she giggled when Sophie rolled her eyes. "I can't go out not being trendy can I?" Sophie couldn't help but smile, even though she knew the bravado was for her benefit. "I'd say it looks almost like you're planning on going out wearing tights, having forgotten the skirt to cover your behind," she sighed seeing Gypsy's long legs encased in the skin tight leggings. "Now I'm going to go busy myself in the library while all of you leave, so I don't have to see it or know when," she said giving her niece a quick hug. Grabbing her jacket and the matching clutch, she hesitated, taking a deep breath before walking out of her room. Stopping at the top of the stairs she immediately saw Lucien leaning against the archway to the study. His expression one of thunderous murder, it wasn't hard to notice he was dressed all in black making the effect even more daunting. Knowing Gypsy was there, he looked up. Shaking his head he didn't know if he should growl or laugh when he saw the body forming pants she was wearing, knowing it would send Caydn into a jealous protective rage. Walking down the stairs she wasn't surprised when everyone began filing out of the study, waiting for her to come down. "Okay I'm not sure if it's going to look like I'm arriving with some branch of the mafia, or my own secret service," she forced a chuckle seeing everyone all in black. Glancing at Lucinda, she noticed she was wearing form fitting pants, show casing her long legs to the fullest. "At least I'm not going to feel out of place not dressed in a skirt that took bolts of fabric to make," she smiled when Lucinda winked at her, approving of her choice of slacks over a dress. "When facing uncertainty, mobility's the only way to go," Lucinda laughed despite the frowns sent her way. "We're not 'uncertain' about anything," Caydn snarled as he walked from the study. Stopping, he glared at Gypsy. "Could you've found anything more attention getting than those?" he snapped, his eyes traveling over the toned muscle accented by the outfit. "I could've gone for gold lamiae, but I thought that'd be more for a disco gathering," she said, starting to walk past him, only to be brought up short when he grabbed her arm firmly. She stood there meeting his eyes while they stared at one another in silence. Her mind was vacant of his; she refused to admit that disturbed her. "I want you to remember you're not to get that fine ass of yours more than three foot from any of us, if that," he snarled through clenched teeth, his fangs showing slightly. She could feel the tight rein he held on himself, a rush of warmth filled her, knowing it was his concern for her, causing such mental chaos. "I take it that's your way of saying you appreciate the outfit," she chuckled when he frowned. "I remember, don't think I'm walking into this like a sacrificial lamb," she said quickly reaching out to grab his hand that had clenched into a fist. "I want nothing more than to come back home after tonight. Then we can try and figure out how abnormal our life's going to be," she said softly, her voice fading, when his mind opened and she was swamped with his feelings for her. Her eyes filled with tears, shaking her head refusing to allow them to fall. "This is where I want to be, and you're who I want to spend it with," she whispered, "I love you." "Let's head out," Lucinda said stepping back into the hallway. "The hairball and his entourage have arrived," she laughed. "I think we need to seriously think about buying vehicles other than black. We are going to look like the mob arriving," she shook her head at the thought. **************** Grace Cavanaugh all but accosted Gypsy, when she walked into the large banquet hall used to host the event. Pasting a smile on her face, she nodded at Caydn when he motioned to Dominic's man who would be shadowing her. Gypsy was glad she'd chosen slacks after having spent the better part of the last hour being shuffled from one group of chattering people to another. She seriously doubted she could've handled the confines of a skirt, and keeping herself together at the pace Grace had set for them. "I can't tell you how many requests we've had to start a premium silent auction for the dress you donated," Grace said with a laugh. "This'll be one of the best events we've had. The money will do wonders for the children's' society." "Mrs. Cavanaugh I'm glad I could help," she forced a smile, taking a glass of flat champagne, from the waiter who'd stopped next to them. "I'm going to find Caydn and our table before the auction gets started," she said noticing the auctioneer setting up at the podium. Breathing a sigh of relief, she escaped when a woman rushed up to grab Grace's arm. Smiling weakly at the man following her, she handed her untouched glass to the next waiter she passed on her way across the room to where Caydn and Dominic, stood talking to Cameron. Standing beside Caydn, she listened as Dominic filled them in on people entering the large room as the auction was about to begin. "I think Christian would benefit from discussing business with him," Dominic was saying when a slender woman appeared in front of their group. "I should've known you'd find some way of holing up in a corner with a group of stodgy men, discussing work Dominic," she almost whined, stepping forward she laid her hand on Dominic's chest, toying with the buttons of his shirt. "Pricilla, let me assure you, there's nothing stodgy about these men," he said sharply, stepping back to avoid contact. Grabbing her hand, he moved her back slightly. "I think I see your date looking for you. I suggest you go find him before the lights dim," he said releasing her wrist. "But you of all people should know how well I see in the dark," she said turning with a deep rumbling purr, before walking toward the slender young man waiting a few yards away. Gypsy shook her head, not sure if she wanted to ask or pretend she'd heard nothing. "Was it my imagination or did she just purr?" she found herself asking before she realized it. Cameron laughed, slapping Dominic on the back. "It looks like you're attracting even the feline branch of the species," he smiled at the tall dark haired man frowned, glancing over his shoulder to find Lucinda standing there. "You know I've always heard when a man can't find a real woman, they always have to settle for playing with a little 'pussy'," she said glaring at Dominic before turning to smile at a man who'd been following her like a lost puppy. "It wasn't your imagination Gypsy, I can't say if she's leopard or maybe cheetah though," Cameron said watching his daughter send her suitor off on some obscure chore for her. Dominic almost growled, seeing Lucinda's actions also. Turning back to Gypsy he shook his head. "She's Were also, but of the feline branch obviously. I can speak from experience, felines are as fickle in Were form as they are in the domestic," he laughed seeing Lucinda spin to glare at him. "They can be fun to pet and play with but you never know when to trust their affection or motives." "Heaven only knows when speaking of the drooling, wet smelly canine species, you'll never hear anything but disparaging remarks about those they feel are their lesser," she snapped quickly. "It amazes me you don't find those of us from the darker side to be beneath you also." "If you're offering to take the position 'beneath me', I can assure you I won't be turning down your kind and generous offer," Dominic said, flashing a wolfish smile. Lucien walked up, his eyes snapping fire at the verbal combatants. "We've other issues at hand other then if the two of you're going to play 'how much is that wolf in the window'," he snarled. "I wish they'd get this over with. I've not been able to find a trace of either of them and that makes me instinctively nervous," he admitted, shoving his long hair back over his shoulder. Dominic motioned toward the large table reserved for them as the lights dimmed signaling everyone to their seats for the auction to begin. She didn't think her face would recover from the never ending smiling she'd been doing since the auction had ended, the lights coming back up. Her dress had been the highest bid on item that evening, bringing in an astonishing sixty five thousand dollars for the charity. Thankfully Claire and Sophie had reminded her to take some business cards, while they'd been shopping that morning. She laughed when Claire had handed her the extra stack she'd scooped up before leaving the house. Stiffening slightly she felt the hair on the back of her neck prickle as thoughts whispered through her mind. Glancing toward Caydn she saw Lucien had stepped up beside him, having sensed it also. "If you'll excuse us ladies," Caydn said reaching for her hand. "We've had a long day and I think with this weather we'll be heading home," he said, turning and pulling Gypsy against his side. Taking a deep breath she met Lucinda's eyes and heard her calming words chanting in her mind. 'Casual, we have to act casual'. With a nod she looked around seeing a large group of men, almost fading into the shadows, all alert and ever watchful as they proceeded toward the door. A few other attendees were also leaving. A heavy icy rain had begun falling, making everyone rush to get in their cars as the valets brought them to the curb. Looking around she didn't notice anyone out of the ordinary, until a small man near the edge of the parking lot caught her eye. The man stood very still watching she and the large group carefully, his gaze never moving when another man stepped from the branches that surrounded the small area where they waited. Caydn didn't have to turn to know exactly where they stood; he was able to see the vision through her eyes. Lucien had been right, Damone smelled overwhelmingly of death. The scent of a newly turned vampire left to rot if its own instincts of survival didn't kick in. Gypsy looked quickly at Caydn sensing the extra voices in his mind. She sorted rapidly through his memories and found the answer. As she'd bathed and relaxed earlier in the evening they'd gathered, all sharing blood from one another creating the internal bond and link with each other. Her attention was draw back to the men when Damone stepped forward. His eyes flashed over the group surrounding her, as if in dismissal he lifted his hand in a small flourished gesture. Dominic stiffened, the low growl from his men increasing in volume with each step the two men took. "My men can't see them anymore," he explained, his voice a deep growl. "They can smell them but there's no visual." Lucien chuckled, "He's grown up enough to learn to create an aura that's shielding them from your sight," he explained. "I would've been more impressed if he'd made it complete, blocking even their scent. I seriously doubt though anything could cover the stench radiating from either of them." Cameron noticed some of the guests hesitate when Lucien's voice boomed across the area. Pulling from within himself he enveloped the entire area within an aura, preventing those not involved to be spared the knowledge and potential trauma. Gypsy looked from Damone to Barton, her breath caught in her throat when she saw the gaunt emaciated look of the once physically dominating man. Meeting his eyes she saw the uncontrolled ferret like movement of his pupils as if he was trying to watch everyone at the same time, his hand wiping the rain from his face every few minutes. "It looks as if you don't treat your pets, or should I say snacks, very well do you?" Lucien said having already seen the shape Barton was in before the men had walked forward. "Your creator really should've discussed you feeding habits it looks like," he laughed taunting the man intentionally. "You smell of disease along with rot." Damone simply looked away from Lucien, his eyes meeting Gypsy's. "I feel as though I've been given a large compliment. So many of the strong and powerful have arrived in order to attempt to stop me," he said with a lopsided smile, wiping the foaming spittle that gathering in the corners of his mouth, absently with the back of his hand. "I should thank you for keeping her in such fine shape for me even if you've turned her into the devils whore," he chuckled erratically, casually reaching down to rub his hand over the obvious bulge in the front of his filthy pants. "I think with some of the changes that I've made, I myself can indulge in a taste before repenting to god above for my sins. He'll understand when I hand her over as an explanation for my temptation," he babbled for a few minutes lost in the lust that filled his eyes. "I wouldn't puff your chest out to much Damone," Gypsy said, hoping her voice sounded steadier out loud than it felt. "It happens to be the holidays. Friends and family have a tendency of spending time together. Not that you'd know much about that." She took a deep steadying breath to prevent the shudder that almost made her body convulse with the way his beady eyes were moving over her. She'd intentionally ignored his sexual comments, trying to keep his focus on his original plans. Damone laughed loudly, grinning when he saw some of Dominic's men stiffen. "It would seem you've begun to think you're beyond my reach simply because you managed to survive the last spell," he said with a knowing smile. "But tell me dear Gabriella, how many men did it take you having to ride, before it wore off? Did you spread yourself for the entire city, begging each man to service you like the wanton whore you've become?" Caydn growled deep in his chest, locking eyes with Damone, when he turned. "What makes you think you had enough power to even create a rash?" he laughed, his fangs revealed when he smiled. "Your reaction first off, is enough evidence to let me know I was successful, in turning your little slut into a withering begging whore," he laughed angrily, that anyone should doubt him. "What was it like to watch all the men she begged to slam their cocks into her, as she screamed for more? Begged them to fuck her until she drained one and the next in line stepped up to repeat the performance?" he asked, spittle gathering along the corners of his mouth even more, giving him the appearance of a rapidly enraging rabid dog. "I needed you Gabriella," Barton said, his voice weak. "When the devil took my Evelyn from me, I needed you to step up and take her place. You could've been my little girl as Evelyn had been all her life," he said his mind obviously beginning to wander, his thinning hair, plastered to his head as the rain got harder. "With the gift you have, we could've been unstoppable. In the board room and even in the bedroom you could've made sure I was taken care of, just like your mother did. She was such a good little girl," he giggled insanely before falling silent. Gypsy fought back the bile threatening to erupt from her stomach hearing those words. Her life had been a living hell and all of it was created and controlled by this man and his incestuous daughter, her mother. Stepping forward she found Lucinda holding her arm tightly. "Let go of me Luc," she snapped. "It's about time someone ripped that sick black heart from him so it never touches anyone or anything again," she yelled in anger and disgust. "There's no need for that Gabriella. I'll have no need for him once I finish off this group; he's beyond carrying how his life ends. I intend to drain him now that he's signed everything over to me to control once he's gone," Damone chuckled at her shock. "I'd intended to possibly keep you around for my own amusement, but it's obvious you've spread yourself for this pack of devils hounds and I hadn't originally relished the thought of sloppy hundredths as the case would be," he said flippantly, seeing her cheeks flush dark red with anger. "I've watched you grow from a young girl into an exquisite looking woman. There was a time I had thought of keeping you for myself. You see Barton gained my involvement years ago telling me of this 'gift' you possessed. I have to admit, it peaked my interest. But after seeing you during our last encounter I knew I'd have to be persuaded to stick my cock anywhere near your tainted flesh. Though seeing you now in all your whorish glory has changed my mind," Damone said licking his lips lewdly, staring at her. "Now I am tiring of all of this, so I suggest you come with me willingly Gabriella if you care as you claim about these soulless devils. Nothing you can do will be able to stop me from destroying them, but I will make it easier and not make you have to watch as each withers and dies," he said stepping forward, his hand reaching beneath the rain soaked coat he wore, to show what appeared to be a small replica of an ancient sword. Hearing the unified growl that arose when he drew the blade he laughed. "I see they're at least educated a small bit. If they only knew the spell that had been cast into the blade they'd be abandoning you as I speak." Lucien chuckled, raising one brow. "You think to stand and threaten us with one small blade and the idea that you're able to be spell it into something far more powerful than we could stand?" he asked in amazement. Gypsy Designs Ch. 15 "Would you care for a demonstration? One small nick and drop of your blood on the blade and you'll spend what few minutes you have left facing all the evil you've reaped upon this world," he said with a smile, faking a jab toward Lucien. "For every death you've caused, you'll scream for mercy, every drop of blood you've consumed will feel as if it were battery acid eating you alive from the inside out, until you become nothing but a tainted puddle where you stand." Lucinda laughed, "Thank you for that bit of information. I now know exactly who the sorcerer is that will feel my bite when this is finished," she said with a smile. "You she devil, you'll never be able to harm him, because you'll be dead before this is over also," Damone snarled, his eyes moving over her as if in disgust. "Only the devil would have the sense of humor to create savages that look as you do, to tempt the souls of a mortal man to thrust themselves into you as you rode their cocks while sucking the very life from them," he spat the words at her, his voice rising rapidly as he was becoming more furious. "It seems to me you're rather obsessed with, what who thrusts, where, when and how, they ride those said cocks," Lucinda all but purred, stepping up beside Gypsy, her shoulder over lapping hers slightly. "Would this mean you've been fantasying what it'd be like to have one of 'us devils' on our knees, worshipping that shriveled tool you'd consider a cock?" she laughed loudly. "I bet your mind's filled with images of one of us on our knees, legs spread wide in front of you, as if in worship so you could step up and try and drive that useless tag of flesh into them." Lucinda's voice carried, the ridicule she felt blaringly obvious as she stared at the small man. Damone turned red in the face, "Shut up you sinful bitch," he screamed. "You I'll save for last so you can witness your friends and family dying around you." Gypsy felt as if she were watching a movie that she'd yet to understand the plot. Barton stood there a broken shell of a man, his mind locked away in his memories; Caydn had stepped away from her side, ever silent, watching what was unfolding in front of them. Lucinda and Lucien seemed to be hell bent on antagonizing Damone who was becoming more unstable by the second. Her head and chest vibrated with the erratic growls of frustration from the Were's, as they could only hear and smell what was taking place due to Damone's aura visually locking them out. Stepping forward she tried to ignore the snarls that erupted from the vamps surrounding her. "I'm who you want," she almost screamed above the deafening noise. "Leave everyone else alone and I'll go with you." "Over his dead body you'll go anywhere," Lucien snapped. "This pitiful excuse of trash seems to think he has the power to overwhelm us," he laughed sarcastically, "He doesn't even have what it would take to make that attempt on one of us." Damone shrugged his shoulders, showing how unaffected he was by Lucien's comments. Glancing toward a small group of Were's pacing to his right he threw his hand up. Gypsy fought the urge to cover her ears when the screams of anger filled the night. The three men stood as if bound tightly, unable to move, as though an invisible rope had been wrapped around their bodies, pinning their arms to their sides. Lucien laughed loudly, "I see you had to make some sort of demonstration, but you also chose the weaker species. No offense Dominic," he chuckled. Dominic stepped forward, his participation in the blood sharing earlier allowing him to see the two mad men standing in front of them. Something few were aware of. "None taken, but I think we'll pick that discussion up at another time," he smiled wolfishly at Lucien before turning his gaze to directly meet Damone's eyes. "You seem to take little into consideration, you feeble minded mutation of humanity," he growled. "I also noticed as Lucien said you chose the weakest to demonstrate this 'great power' over," he laughed. "I can assure you, as an alpha I have much superior power to that of simple pack members." Barton staggered forward, stopping beside Damone. "Can't we just grab her and go?" he said his voice as weak as he physically looked. Damone ignored Barton and his comment, his focus turning directly to Gypsy. "You were hard headed even as a child," he snapped. "All you wanted to do was be 'normal' instead of embracing the tools and talents you'd been given." Gypsy froze suddenly her eyes locking with the small man's. "You're the man who made them throw things at me," she said her voice barely a whisper. "When I was in that institution, you were the man the doctor said was visiting. You told them I could move things with my mind so you had them throw things at me. But when I couldn't you screamed at me and threw a chair at me and broke my arm when I tried to block it," she said as the memory came flooding back to her. "You said then it was because I 'only wanted to be normal'". Caydn stiffened slightly, having relived that nightmare with her on more than one occasion. His anger was beginning to take over; pushing against the steel control he was holding over himself. The fact that this man was not only threatening her now but had hurt her when she was just a child was inexcusable. Seeing the tall long haired man stiffen, knowing he was the one who'd laid claim to her. Damone flipped his hand in her direction, binding her with the same spell he'd used on the Were's. "Let go of her!" Caydn roared, his fangs fully distended, the surrounding light glinting off the savage looking teeth. Clenching his hands into fists he felt the lengthened claws slicing into the palms of his own hands, the smell of enraged blood filling his senses. "I'll let go of her when you're withering at my feet, your mind a spiraling vortex of pain and misery before you die," the small man laughed, lifting the sword toward Caydn. Lucien moved quickly, his body slamming into Barton's as the man absently stepped forward, away from Damone. "Move," Cameron roared seeing Damone shift the sword toward Lucien. Pushing Claire behind him, he grabbed Gypsy's arms yanking her back as Caydn moved also. Gypsy felt the world spin around her. Her mind registering the blood curdling screams that echoed off the aura surrounding them as if in a cavern. Looking up she saw Lucien lowering Barton's body to the ground, blood dripping from a nasty slash that ran from his shoulder to wrist where he'd been cut by the sword Damone was holding. From the corner of her eyes she'd seen Caydn move. Covering her mouth she fought to contain the scream when she saw Damone's limp body falling toward the ground, his neck spurting blood from where his head had previously been attached, the blood turning the gathering pools of icy water dark and sludge like, as if the consistency of an oil spill. Closing her eyes she refused to look further knowing she'd see Caydn holding the man's head. "Christian," Caydn bellowed. "His bloods like acid," he said dropping the grizzly head to the asphalt. Wiping the blood that had splattered across his mouth quickly with his arm, he held his hands out, seeing the blisters rising immediately where the blood had splashed over him. Megan grabbed Gypsy's arm when she started to move toward him, her grip tight with worry also as she watched Christian move quickly to Caydn's side. Barton's screams began to fade to whimpers, his face becoming a frozen mask of terror as he became silent at Lucien's feet. "What's happening to him?" Gypsy asked as Lucien stood, shaking his head. Glancing to Christian and Cameron were helping Caydn, Lucien walked over, stopping in front of her, his body effectively blocking her from the carnage. "The curse Damone placed on the sword was so that whoever's blood combined with it, would relive everything evil or bad that they'd done through out their lives," he explained. "He's not dead, now anyway. The wound will heal, but his mind is locked in a living hell. When he stopped screaming he slipped into a catatonic state." "Caydn will heal quickly?" she said, looking up meeting the silver eyes that stared at her. She could feel his mind touching hers, searching to see how deep her concern for Caydn really was. "Lucien tell me," she demanded, grabbing his shirt roughly. "He's always said he healed almost instantly, he will this time won't he?" Lucien nodded, "It might take a few days since the evil in Damone's blood was tainted with far more than simply being a vamp," he said with a frown. "Apparently Damone's been dabbling with black magic for quite some time to have been that poisoned." His hand covered hers as it relaxed its hold of his shirt, squeezing gently he reassured her. "I've called a friend who works with the local police," Dominic said stepping over to her and Lucien. "He's one of my pack. This way there won't be any need for an elaborate cover up," he explained. Claire walked over, taking Gypsy arm, and squeezing Megan's hand. "I think we should head back and let them take care of this," she said nodding toward the car that had been waiting for them. "Cameron will take care of making sure no one saw or heard anything. But we need to get you home. Christian and Caydn will follow with Cameron." *************** She sat on the top stair right outside her bedroom, hands wrapped around the thick mug of brandy laced coffee Sophie had pushed on her before she'd gone upstairs to change into dry clothes. Taking her clothes off she'd been amazed to find she was totally soaked. Her skin burned and tingled as it warmed. The rain drops had turned to ice pellets, stinging as if small needles were being poked into her. The over sized sweatshirt and pants she now wore, surrounded her in warmth. Lucinda walked to the bottom of the stairs, looking up at her silently. With a sigh she climbed the stairs, stopping to sit down beside Gypsy. "They're at Christian's since his medical equipment's there," she told her, her voice sounding as if her emotions were strung tight. "Caydn told me to tell you he'd be fine and they'd be here as soon as Christian finished." Gypsy took a drink of the now cool coffee, making a face when she shuddered. "Why has he blocked himself from me?" she asked quietly. "I haven't been able to feel or hear anything from him." "He doesn't want you to feel anything he's been experiencing," Lucien said, appearing through the door to Caydn's study. "It's no different than you blocking him when you're angry," he rolled his eyes thinking how childish he thought both of them acted at times. "In case you're interested, Barton was sewn up at the hospital. A quick evaluation let them know his condition wasn't something they could correct so he's been transported to a psychiatric facility Dominic recommended," he said watching her reaction closely. Lucinda reached out, draping her arm around Gypsy's shoulder when she saw the young woman begin to tremble. "Feeling relief after everything that man's put you through is normal, it doesn't make you a monster," Claire said walking from the kitchen. "Gypsy if you were to feel anything less I'd say you and I needed to spend quite a bit of one on one time in therapy," she smiled reassuringly at her. "I wish there was some way people could exchange their blood so they could consider themselves divorced or removed from any association with some one," she muttered, setting her coffee down beside her. "Maybe his mental instability was the reason my mother acted like she did toward me," she said softly. "Stop over analyzing everything," Lucien snapped. "There isn't always a hidden reason for things other than some people are evil and some aren't," he said firmly. "If you lady's have this under control I have something I need to take care of," he said spinning away quickly, his expression blank before vanishing. Lucinda stared at the spot where her twin had stood only seconds before. "If he weren't so damn touchy right now I'd follow him and see what deep dark secrets he's been keeping," she laughed. "I'd suggest otherwise with you being as high strung as you are dear," Claire said quickly having noticed the ravaging hunger hidden beneath the surface of her adopted daughter. "I haven't taken the time to feed correctly in the past few days," she admitted seeing Claire's nod of understanding and laughing at Gypsy's inquisitive stare. "I have my emergency supply, sure," she said grabbing Gypsy's hand pulling her up before all but dragging her down the stairs behind her. "The easiest way of explaining it is, imagine eating cardboard TV dinners and there's a juicy steak right in front of you making your mouth water," she explained, flashing her fangs for emphasis. "I've offered on more than one occasion to allow you whatever it is you desire," Dominic said seductively as he walked from the kitchen. His jacket had been removed and he'd unbuttoned his shirt slightly, giving the appearance of being totally relaxed and at home. Lucinda growled softly, turning back to Gypsy. "As I was saying, sometimes you have dog food to deal with all the while you're craving that steak," she smiled when everyone laughed loudly. One by one everyone gathered in the downstairs library. Gypsy listened absently to the conversations flowing around her, but her mind was swirling with her own thoughts and questions. Her body visibly tensed when Megan and Christian walked into the room. She'd been so lost in her own thoughts she hadn't sensed their arrival. Glancing at Christian she took a deep breath at his nod. Caydn felt her reaching for him as he pulled a clean shirt from his closet. He smiled feeling her mind moving over his body gently as if taking an inventory making sure he was okay. He frowned when he tried to maneuver the buttons on his shirt with his bandaged left hand. Brushing his hair back he moved from the bedroom toward the library where everyone waited. Her stomach clenched when she finally saw him, his body filling the doorway reminding her how he really was larger than life. His height above average as was the sculpted body that was partially revealed beneath his open shirt. She felt her cheeks flush when his mind gently caressed hers, letting her know he was well aware of her thoughts and her appreciation of what she saw. "I can assure you we'll delve into those thoughts very soon," he said flashing a smile dripping with sexual innuendo. Moving across the room he held his hand out, pulling her from the chair with his un-bandaged hand. Lifting his hand he slid it beneath her hair, pulling her gently toward him. His mouth lowered over hers quickly, swallowing the gasp that escaped her at his bold actions. Secretly he smiled to himself when he felt her body relax against his, her mind having leaped over the shock of having an audience that contained her aunt and uncle. Tugging at her bottom lip gently he smiled down at her, chuckling when her cheeks flushed as she again remembered the group he knew were watching them intently. Turning he sat in the chair she'd vacated, pulling her down into his lap he looked around the room meeting the approving eyes of those he felt were family. Cameron leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, the extremely large man dwarfing the love seat he and Claire were sitting on. "With that over, back to business," He laughed loudly. "I've made some calls with the information Lucinda gave me and we have some people going to check and see how deep Carvers involvement with Damone and Barton ran," he said the disgust obvious in his loud voice. "I have a question," Gypsy said softly. She'd wanted to ask but the thought of even bringing it up made her stomach turn. "The last time we'd seen either of them all Damone could do was talk about how I needed to be 'cleansed'. This time he was so fixated on sex, it was like night and day. What caused him to change like that?" she asked, shuddering involuntarily remembering his words and the way his eyes moved over her. "I think I can answer this one, but if I get any of it wrong someone please jump in," Claire said quietly. "Damone, Cameron suspects has had a small amount of vamp blood his entire life. But Lucien confirmed that he'd had been turned completely, rather recently," she paused waiting to see if she was on the right track. At Cameron's nod she continued. "All of us here know about the heightened libido that runs through the species," she laughed when Cameron puffed out his chest like a preening rooster. "But with that and from what Lucien and Caydn said when they'd discovered his change, he'd been feeding off of prostitutes and basically associating with those of lesser morals," she said with a chuckle at her own prim clinical phrasing. "The level of his sexual depravity was increased by the change and fed by his social selections. I honestly think the man was mentally on the same level as some of the more notorious rapist through out history," she said firmly. "His mind took what we find as normal, a hugely healthy sex life," Lucinda laughed wickedly. "And he twisted it making it something dirty and painful to those he'd practiced on." Caydn absently rubbed his hand along Gypsy's hip as he listened, nodding in agreement. "I think his hidden lust was one of the things that allowed him to connect with Barton since we're now aware his level of immorality," he said softly. "I wouldn't doubt that some where along the line Barton didn't offer Gypsy as a reward or at least an incentive for Damone's cooperation and help. Gypsy herself remembers Damone as being someone who was present during some of the testing and basically torture sessions she'd been put through when she was a child," he said, wrapping his arm around her tightly when she leaned into him for comfort. "What happens now?" she asked, closing her eyes, waiting for the answer. Christian sat forward, meeting her eyes when she opened them again. "I've offered to go with you and Caydn to Texas so the legal issues about Barton's company can be expedited. I'm having the initial evaluation papers faxed to me sometime in the morning, so with that and Caydn's lawyer I'm sure we can get everything taken care of rapidly," he explained. "What do you mean about the company?" she asked, sitting up quickly. "I don't want that damn company if that's what you're saying. I've spent my entire life running away from it and everything it represented." "Gypsy you're the only heir to everything Barton had," Vince said firmly leaving no room for objection. "The company wasn't what did things wrong, it was the man behind it. I suggest you take this as an opportunity to correct some of those things for both yourself and anyone it ever touched." Looking over her shoulder she met Caydn's eyes. "You now own another company," she couldn't help but laugh when he rolled his eyes at her. "'We' own a company," he said swatting her lightly on the ass. "I can put some staff in place to run the operation but you're going to have the majority of say so in what transpires," he informed her. "I think the sooner we take care of this the sooner we can start getting back to normal." "If you don't mind I'd like to go along and see if I can get a feel for any of the things Lucinda mentioned seeing and feeling from employees of the company," Claire said, glancing at Cameron for his agreement. "Okay but I want this done as soon as possible so maybe, just maybe we can have a great Christmas without all of this interfering," Gypsy said with a exasperated sigh. "I've spent the past month and a half sewing for everyone and almost missed Thanksgiving dinner because of it. I'll be damned if I'm missing Christmas," she laughed realizing she sounded like a child. Caydn had been wondering how he could approach the subject of the two of them getting away for a short time and this gave him the perfect opportunity. Gypsy Designs Ch. 15 "How would you feel about being able to do your Christmas shopping secretly?" he asked winking at her when she turned to look at him. "I was thinking I'd like to show you a few of the small European boutiques I know of and see if you approved," he laughed when her mouth fell open. "We'd leave from Texas and only be gone a week, but I'm sure that during that week you'd be able to cover most of the shops and get your shopping done if you put your mind to it," he laughed when she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. "Only if you promise me we can go to Paris so Jaz and I can do some shopping together," she giggled, knowing her gift to Sophie and Vince would be bringing their daughter and her family back with them for the holidays. She closed her eyes, rubbing her face against his neck after he'd nodded his agreement already knowing the plotting plans floating through her mind. "While the four of you are taking care of things in Texas, Lucien, Dominic and I will make sure that everything here is handled and erased before the two of you get back, as our gift to you," Cameron said hugging Claire tightly. "I have plans to make and menus to write," Sophie said standing, pulling Vince up to stand beside her. "Don't think you're going to be getting off easy either since they won't be around,' she laughed when he faked a groan. "We'll be saying good night. I have a thousand things to start first thing in the morning." "Christian and I are going to go home also," Megan said with a beaming smile. "Justin and Marissa have asked if their youngest niece whose been displaced can come and stay at the house for an extended period of time. I think I'm going to enjoy having a little one running around cluttering up the house," she laughed. "I'll cover the shop and any thing that comes in while you're gone so don't worry about that," Megan laughed knowing Gypsy was thinking about it right then. "I'm sure between Sophie and I, we'll be competent enough to handle any small emergencies." Gypsy looked at Christian silently for a minute, wondering how to ask what she wanted without seeming cold. "So you think there's some way of having Barton moved to a hospital in Texas and hiring someone to monitor the situation so it doesn't have to be me?" she asked her voice fading. Caydn ran his hand along her back. "That's a done deal already," he said. "That's one of the other things Claire's going to do, is interview a few people we've already been told about. Therefore we'll have someone we can trust from the start." The group disbanded slowly. Lucinda said she was going to go out for a bit and see if she could figure out what was making Lucien so temperamental, which made everyone laugh. Her head rested against his shoulder, her hand gently stroking the skin of his wrist above the bandage Christian had wrapped around his burned hand. "How quickly will that heal?" she asked softly. "This might actually give me a chance for once to take care of you," she grinned, leaning back to meet his eyes. "If being an invalid for a while means you'll be willing to perform all kinds of unspeakably pleasurable duties for me than I'm sure I can arrange for an extended recovery period," he laughed seeing the blush moving over her cheeks. "We could start now by you taking me to bed and undressing me," he winked at her. Gypsy crawled out of his lap, turning she shut the gas off to the fireplace. Walking around the room as he watched, she turned each lamp off, glancing over her shoulder at him as she did. The small light beside the chair where Caydn sat was the only one left burning when she walked over and stood in front of him. Meeting his eyes she felt a sudden flush creep over her body, making her gasp silently. She could feel his eyes toughing her through her clothes, their intensity stroking her overly sensitive skin until it felt as if it glowed. Taking a deep breath she dropped her eyes as her hands gripped the bottom of her sweatshirt, pulling it up and off in one movement. Caydn felt the palms of his hands itch as his eyes traveled over the firm full breasts suddenly exposed for his viewing. Shifting slightly in his seat to relieve the pressure against his swiftly hardening cock, his eyes moved up to meet hers. "You have me at a great disadvantage," he said softly, almost laughing when her brow rose questioning his meaning. "Two such perfect orbs, each equally entitled to be caressed and fondled. Two beautiful nipples, both of which deserve to be stroked, circled and pleasured, and me with one hand wrapped in bandages, the other experiencing sympathy pain for the other hands loss," he said seductively, his voice deepening as if molten honey. His eyes moved from the firm rounded breasts down the slender rib cage and across the washboard abdominal muscles that rippled in the dim light. The sweat pants she wore rested low on her hips, her hip bones acting as if they were the only thing holding the lose fabric in place. "It's a crime against humanity that I'm unable to reach out, lifting each one of those beautiful breasts in my hands, my thumbs tracing circles around each hard peak. I can only imagine what it would be like," he sighed as if in pain. Gypsy knew his game immediately, her mind long since mingling with his as he envisioned her standing before him, her hands performing the tasks he spoke of. Closing her eyes, her hands moved from her sides. Each palm slipping beneath the full soft weight of her own breasts, cradling them gently. "That's most definitely an improvement, but for the pants you're wearing looking so out of place against all the glorious exposed flesh," he chuckled when her eyes flashed open meeting his. Tilting her head she thought for a minute. "I would think that would then leave me with the serious disadvantage since I'd be totally exposed while you're completely dressed," she smiled at him. Grabbing his good hand she pulled gently, pulling him from the chair. Making quick work of pushing his shirt off before tossing it to the couch, she smiled at him when her hands dropped to the zipper of his slacks. Her mouth almost watered as he stood perfectly still while she pushed the fabric from his hips, his cock standing rock hard and proud from his groin as she knelt and pulled each leg free when he lifted his feet. Stepping back he sat down in the chair he'd recently vacated. His eyes moved over her body as she stood in front of him. "It would seem we've tipped the scale back to an advantage and disadvantage," he chuckled evilly. He felt her eyes moving over him, their caress of his cock made it jerk involuntarily, the slickness seeping from the swollen head spreading over his stomach where his cock came to rest, Pushing her sweats down she held her breath as they caressed her legs as they fell, leaving her standing naked before him as she stepped from them. Glancing toward the door she fought the surge of panic wondering if anyone would wander in and find them like this. "Everyone's asleep or will be very soon, we'll not be disturbed," he said softly, seeing and feeling her thoughts. "I think if someone was to come in they would have to agree with me that we are still unequal," he almost laughed when her eyes snapped to his questioningly. "Even though you're as naked as the day you were born, your treasures are well hidden, guarded by those heavenly legs," he said, his eyes moving over her skin as he spoke. "Where as I'm unable to maintain that modesty," he said, his eyes following hers as they followed his hand as it stroked along the length of his thick long cock, resting proudly against his stomach. "I'm unable to shield my desires, where as yours are left for only you to give," he almost whispered, her tongue slipping over her bottom lip continuing to watch his hand stroking his length. She felt the wetness pooling between her thighs while observing his hand moving so smoothly along the entire length of steel like hardness. Fighting the blush that threatened to expose her thoughts she stepped backward, her legs bumping the ottoman that sat next to the large coffee table in the room. Sitting down slowly, the cool leather a sharp contrast to the heated burn she felt pouring over her body, she closed her eyes. His eyes watched as her breath caught, held before she slowly spread her thighs, her legs coming to rest just at the edge of the wide ottoman. The vibrating growl that built in his chest escaped, his eyes drinking in the sight of her body opening, exposing itself to him. The slick shaved lips of her pussy clung to one another for a moment before the wetness that had built loosened them, opening them as if the petals of a flower allowing the pearly fluid to shimmer in the dim light. "Oh to feel that wetness coating my fingers," he growled softly, the hoarseness of his voice telling of the control it was costing him. His eyes moved up over her body as she arched her back slightly, one hand moving up along her side to the heavy curve of her breast. "I can only imagine the feel as my hand would move from cupping your breast, my fingers circling each nipple before it had to move down, stroking those rock hard muscles you work so hard to achieve," he said slowly, his voice becoming hypnotic without the need of creating a trance like effect. Her lips parted as a gasp escaped, her fingers circled each tightly clenched nipple. Her hips shifted in a spasm, electricity running its strong current from her nipple directly to her clit. She fought the urge to flex her hips, brushing her exposed pussy against the rapidly heating leather beneath her. Frustration made her open her eyes, meeting his, seeing his smile of satisfaction at her actions, she clenched her teeth, seeing him beam with success. Her inhibitions began to fade rapidly seeing his hand stroking and fondling his cock with ease. Leaning back slightly, her legs moving to the sides of the ottoman, she almost laughed seeing his jaw clench tightly at her actions. Locking her eyes with his, she moved her hand from her breasts down over the flat plains of her stomach, stopping only when her fingers rested directly above her clit. "It's a shame that your hands don't allow you to feel this," she said softly, her voice just barely a whisper. "My skins pulled so tightly against my bones, even the smallest touch seems to travel deep inside of me," she said moving her fingers along the tiny cleft to demonstrate, her breath catching, as the movement caused her clit to engorge fully, exposing itself between the slick lips surrounding it. His cock jerked violently as his eyes dropped, watching her fingers dance seductively over the wet slit. His teeth grated together as he witnessed a spasm shot through her body, the pinkness deep within her opening, exposing itself for a brief second. Tightening his hand around his cock, he stroked firmly, knowing her eyes had dropped to watch his movements as his had hers. She spread her fingers slightly before pushing down, sliding them along the outer creases of her pussy, squeezing the lips together gently, and making her gasp silently. Moving her index finger a bit, she watched his face as she traced the swollen lips slowly, her nail separating the slick flesh before raking over her super sensitive clit finally. "Gypsy I must say, you're a perfect student," he growled, his eyes never leaving her stroking finger move down before sliding up again, each pass she pushed it a bit deeper. "I knew education was important to you, but it's honestly a pleasure to watch how much." Her body trembled every time her finger rubbed over the swollen nub of her clit. Slowing her strokes she concentrated or circling the engorged nerve endings, gasping when she felt her pussy convulse tightly, wetness rushing out to slide down the crack of her ass to the leather beneath her. He felt his balls tighten painfully as he witnessed the micro orgasm that struck her as she manipulated her clit in front of him. His mind slipped in, swirling around hers as he knew his throat was too constricted to speak. His thoughts encouraging her to push down, thrust inside, feel the tightly banded muscles now totally slick with her own juices. It felt as if his hand were resting over hers, as she followed his thoughts. She gasped out loud as her finger pushed between the swollen lips, sliding with ease into the burning heat of her pussy. Dropping her head back pushing deeper, feeling the spasming bands of muscle caress the length of her finger before brushing directly over the ultra sensitive g-spot, forcing another rush of wetness to gush over her probing digit. Leaning forward slightly, his hand leaving his cock for fear it exploded much too soon with need. He watched closely as she thrust a second finger deep inside the pink tightness. Reaching forward his hand coming to rest on her hip, his thumb directly over the engorged clit now fully exposed. Flicking it rapidly, his eyes dilated with animalistic lust, watching her long slender fingers fucking herself with abandon. The intense spasms dancing across her stomach visibly as her orgasm built. Grinding his thumb over her clit steadily he saw the first wave of pleasure crash over her making her groan loudly, before she clenched her teeth, fighting to remain silent. The world around her began to spin as she felt her body exploding, wetness gushing over her thrusting fingers filling the room with the sound of them meeting her body firmly as they continued pushing deep inside her. Standing quickly, Caydn pulled her from the ottoman. His eyes locked with her as they fluttered open. His mind wound around the new born freedoms that drifted through her mind. Smiling he spun her around, pushing her toward the chair he'd been sitting in. Gypsy glanced over her shoulder, wondering why he wanted her to sit in the chair. Seeing his devilish smile and hearing his thoughts she knew his plan instantly. "You want me to kneel in the chair?" she asked with a giggle seeing the strain of his control on his face. Leaning forward she placed her knees tightly together in the seat, biting her lip to contain her laugh when he growled as she sank lower. "Something tells me this isn't going to work," she said casually, looking up at him as he now towered over her. "Now if I were some what flexible it might work if I were to kneel on the arms of the chair," she said running her hands along each leather arm as if judging the distance between them. Caydn fought the urge to bite her on the ass while she continued playing with him. His body was quickly slipping beyond any control he'd ever held over himself before. The need to drive himself deep into the hot wetness he knew was hidden between her thighs was causing his cock to throb painfully. His eyes moved over the curves of her firm ass as she pushed herself out of the seat, bending over the chair for a moment before lifting one leg to the arm of the chair. The flash of pinkness that greeted him at her movement pushed him over the edge. She gasped when she felt his arm wrapping around her waist when he stepped up behind her. The length of his thick cock nestled along the crack of her ass, making her body clench internally, knowing that within moments that same hardness would be thrusting into her relentlessly. Bracing her elbows against the back of the chair as her knees settled on the wide padded arms of the chair. Hooking her feet around his legs she brought him closer, feeling his thighs pressing intimately against hers. He grabbed her hip with his undamaged hand, holding her still as he took a deep breath. "I don't think I can be gentle," he said quickly, feeling all reason leaving him as he felt the burning heat of her pussy pulsing against the base of his cock. "I don't think I remember saying anything about you needing to be gentle," she said flippantly as she looked back at him. Her next sentence became an animalistic groan as he drove into her, his cock burying itself to the hilt in one sharp movement. Her head dropped forward as he started moving rapidly; pulling out until only the thickly swollen crown remained before impaling himself again. Caydn watched his flesh invading hers, the slick lips of her pussy grasping at his length with each stroke. His mind and body both threatened to explode from just watching the erotic dance in front of him. With each stroke his cock became more and more coated with the pearly wetness that was literally dripping from her pussy now. Seeing this made him fill with pride that he was able to give her pleasure that overwhelmed her body. Grasping the chair back tightly, she flexed her hips, pushing herself back to meet each hard slamming stroke he made. Her teeth ground together trying to contain the loud groans that wanted to explode from her every time his balls slapped sharply against her engorged clit. Seeing her compliance he smiled wickedly. Dropping his good hand from her hips, he traced the swollen lips along either side of his thrusting cock, spreading the wetness that was gushing from her all over her exposed skin and up turned ass. Leaning forward he brushed his lips against her ear when she lifted her head instinctively toward him. "Rub your clit, play with it as you did while I watched," he whispered, his voice a ragged groan. "I want to feel your fingers stroking your clit as my cock slides deeper and deeper into you," he told her, slowing his strokes to demonstrate. Gypsy shook her head, wanting to grab his hand and move it around to the tightly engorged bundle of nerves of her clit. "I'm hanging on for life," she chuckled, flexing her hands to show him. "Your hand isn't occupied at this moment." "I beg to differ," he said smoothly, leaning back slowly, his hips going still, leaving only the head of his cock buried inside her. "You don't play fair," she groaned when he moved even further back when she'd tried to push back onto him. Leaning her shoulder against the chair she moved her hand until her finger tips brushed along the sides of his throbbing cock. Caydn laughed feeling her fingers stroking as far along his cock as she could reach in her position. "And who ever told you that was playing fair?" he asked, laughing again when she growled. Knowing she was beaten she slid her fingers from along the thick hardness until they circled the screaming center of nerves inside her clit. Her low moan told him of her satisfaction when he again began moving forward, his cock slipping deep with each thrust. Gripping her hips, his eyes closed, feeling her fingers moving steadily over her clit, brushing his cock as he pushed forward. His hand moved to the firm upturned ass in front of him. Sliding his finger along the crack of her ass he felt the muscles deep inside her clench as he brushed over the tiny rosebud of her asshole. Circling the opening slowly he pressed against it, hearing her gasp when the tip of his finger pushed through the tight muscles. Her breath caught as she felt his finger first tickling her ass. Her instinct was to tighten up and pull away, but the throbbing of his cock against her g spot just as he pushed his finger into her ass made her mind reel at the sensations. He watched her as her body slowed its backward movements, her finger continuing to stroke over her clit though. Feeling her muscles relax slightly he continued slowly, each stroke of his finger now meeting the smooth strokes his cock was making into her. Seeing his finger embedded in the tiny hot opening drove his mind over the edge. Gripping her hips with his injured hand as tightly as the bandage allowed he unleashed the darkness inside himself. His cock slammed into her sharply, forcing an erotic moan from her lips as his finger kept pace. Gypsy felt her body tightening, the world around her threatening to explode as she felt him taking her body, owning her body and soul as no one had ever done before. Her muscles clenched around both his cock and probing finger as her world shattered. Gypsy Designs Ch. 15 He felt the spasms starting deep within her as his cock nudged the sponging opening of her cervix repeatedly. His teeth lengthened rapidly as the come began to boil from deep in his balls, burning its way along his cock to erupt inside her body as her pussy continued flooding him with its silky fluids. Dropping her hand to the arm of the chair to steady herself, she panted for breath. She smiled softly, enjoying the aftermath of electrical impulses that coursed throughout her body. Caydn leaned forward, brushing a kiss on her shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. "Promise me the same freedom and inhibitions while we're flying to Europe," he chuckled when she giggled. Lifting her head she smiled at him, "Only if you promise shopping in Paris," she made a slightly groaning noise when his cock again throbbed deep inside her. "Definitely, that is with Paris," she laughed when he agreed quickly.