Page 127 of Their Stolen Obsession

“I think we got ourselves a squirter, Saint.” Sin tapped the seat and a light splash came from the fluid Liv had released. “She’s wetter than damn Niagara Falls down there.”

Our girl not only came on the goddamn seat. Liv had squirted. All on Sin’s bike. Lucky bastard.

I pulled my cock out of Liv’s mouth, and I missed her warmth as my dick throbbed for her, but a fresh thrill of excitement washed over me. Liv let go of Sin’s length as I lifted her off the motorcycle and placed her on her feet. At first, she wobbled, and Igrinned with pride. We had pleasured our girl so much, she couldn’t stand upright.

Sin removed his helmet.

I kneeled down at her feet. “Here. Take these off.”

I pulled her heels off as she held onto my shoulders, and her bare toes met the earth.I wanted her simple, stripped and all natural.Liv needed to be one with nature, exposed, vulnerable, and nude to the elements.

I stood up and took off my helmet, too.

“What are you doing?” Liv asked, her voice soft.

I responded, “Getting ready.”

“For what?” Liv questioned with raised arms. “We’re in the middle of freaking nowhere. Next to a road—”

I interrupted, “And the woods, as we promised.”

I went to take off her coat, but Liv fought me.

“Watch it, sweetheart.” Sin tsked while he pointed at Liv. “The more you struggle, the harder we push.”

“Yeah, so? Maybe I want you to?” Liv raised an eyebrow but removed her jacket.

“Do you?” I asked.

I touched her dress, and the fabric was smooth against my skin. Damn near close to the softness of Liv’s flesh underneath that pretty, tight material. I wanted to rip the cloth right off her.

Liv bit at her bottom lip. “No.”

Liar.

I peered at Sin over Liv’s head. “Should I?”

“Should you what?” Liv asked with sass.

Sin answered, “Absolutely.”

I ripped the dress at the top as I grunted with each tear, and Liv gasped in shock. Too startled to move while I yanked the cheap fabric off her and tossed it to the side. Only to reveal our girl shivering in a skimpy lingerie set.

Holy crap! Liv resembled a sexy supermodel in a fashion show about to run down the runway while we chased after her. We’d watch her smoking hot body quiver in fear of getting caught, and she’d hide in places she thought were safe. I couldn’t wait.

“What the hell, Saint?” Liv yelled at me, and she smacked her hands against my chest. “It’s freezing out here!”

Liv bent down to grab her jacket, but Sin caught her wrist. “Nuh-uh. I don’t think so.”

“Oh, come on, Sin! It’s cold.” Liv chattered her teeth with her back to me.

We had Liv sandwiched in between us. She could make a run for it, but she wouldn’t get far. Our little obsession required a head start.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Saint and I will warm you up.” Sin brushed hair behind her ear andreached into his back pocket. “We’ll begin with a jolt of fear.”

Sin smirked until the smile disappeared behind a Ghostface mask.

Liv tried to back away, but Sin held onto her. “What the hell have I gotten myself into?”