Lyon
Chapter 43

“Cyrus my man you ready to go?”

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

“I haven’t handled a vehicle in years son.” He played with the keys in his hand.

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

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

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

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

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

“Cy, Cy, you all set, ready to go?”

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

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

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

“Oh alright.” She gave me her cute as f**k pouty face before coming under the arm I held out for her.

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

“Thanks Colt much obliged.”

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

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

***

Home, f**k, feels like forever since we’d been gone. It was good to see the green-green grass of home as the song goes. We did our usual drop off making sure everyone got home safe. I hadn’t told her as yet about Cyrus’s living arrangements.

After I’d picked her up from her mother’s we’d made a straight shoot for home and conversation had been light since she’d pulled her sleeping act on me again. I hadn’t minded though because I’d ridden her pretty hard the night before and I was beginning to notice that whenever I took her long and hard during the night she was barely cognizant the next day.

Then when we’d stopped that first night I’d had more important things to do with her than talk, like getting her used to me being inside her. At least that’s the excuse I gave myself but I do enjoy that tight as f**k fit.

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

“Wanna go home.” She grumble m****d into my back.

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

“Settled, what do you mean settled, why isn’t he coming home with us?”

“Babe I’ll make this quick because I don’t want Cyrus hearing us arguing about this. Mom and dad have the guest cottage, which means he’d have his own space, put yourself in his place.”

“I know you’re excited to have him here with us but he’s a grown man, he needs his own space his own key to turn in his door doesn’t matter that he won’t be paying for it. Just leave it for now babe we’ll talk about it later at home okay Angel?”

“I guess so.” She sulked at me, poor baby.

“Come on I’ll make it up to you, now don’t make Cyrus feel bad okay.”

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

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

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

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

“Sounds fine by me ma’am.”

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

“Deal.” Ok, he looked relaxed enough; mom’s effusiveness wasn’t scaring him.

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

“You did good son, real good.”

“Thanks dad, uh dad.”

“Yeah-yeah I know, your mom already told me, he’s a vet you say?”

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

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

“Oh man, take it easy on him will ya he’s an old guy.”

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

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

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