Page 93 of Their Stolen Obsession

“Sex?” Sin interrupted.

“Darling, we want that all the damn time,” Saint admitted and rubbed his hard dick against my ass. “But you aren’t ready.”

“As much as we want to fuck you silly…” Sin added with hunger in his eyes. “We have other pleasures to preoccupy our time.”

“Come on, darling…” Saint backed off and gave my ass a playful squeeze. “Let’s get you strapped in.”

Heat rose to my cheeks at Saint’s friskiness, but I hesitated. I had never ridden on a motorcycle in my life, and I wasn’t sure I could take the risk. My sheltered existence wasn’t full of danger, like Sin and Saint were used to. My family had raised me to be a good girl.

Cautiously, I stepped toward the daring machines my phantoms treasured and I grazed the handlebars while Sin took the helmet off the seat. Saint was behind me while I inspected the bike while worst-case scenarios played on repeat in my head. An accident on the pavement where we lost control, my body mangled until I was unconscious and the chopper ruined in the road. A vehicle hitting the bike, killing me instantly while everything went up in flames.Even a minor burn on my leg after accidentally connecting with the shiny muffler attached to the side.

There were many ways I could put my life in danger on these beasts, and I was only beginning to get my life back on track. I was discovering who I was with these men. My phantoms, who were once again trying to push the fucking limit and daring me to chance everything with them.

“She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” Sin stared at me and my cheeks flushed brighter.

Saint added, “Beautiful, powerful, and a force to be reckoned with.”

Hands combed through my hair and divided strands into sections. Saint weaved my locks back and forth as he made a braid in my hair. He tied an elastic to the end, and it snapped when he had finished his creation.

Sin took a helmet and popped my head inside. He opened the visor with a huge grin spread across his gorgeous face, and I could’ve melted into a puddle on the spot. He was happy. The joyful expression suited him until he smacked the helmet, and the weight made me stumble backward.

“Caught ya, darling…” Saint wrapped his arms around me and spun me around. “Always falling right into my trap, aren’t ya?”

Saint slapped the visor down. Sin turned on his bike and revved the engine. The smell of gas hit me and made me dizzy, but I couldn’t breathe. A fog blurred my vision against the visor from hyperventilating, and I wanted to get out of there.

I yanked the helmet off my head. “I’m not getting on that thing.”

Saint turned the throttle at the exact moment I voiced my refusal. Loudly, the motorcycle roared and made my heart race. I wasn’t sure if the sensation was my adrenaline pumping or plain fear.

“What?” Saint couldn’t hear me over his damn boy toy.

I stepped away from the motorcycle. Sin told Saint to cut the crap, and he came up to me. He grabbed the helmet out of my hands, and he touched my shoulder.

I admitted shyly, “I’ve never been on a motorcycle before.”

“Why not?” Sin questioned with mischief in his daring eyes, and he glanced back at the beloved bikes. “These babies make your fucking heart race, and they fly. Come on, we’ll go easy on you since it’s your first time.”

“Then we’ll pick up the pace. Hot damn, we’ll ride faster, darling…” Saint threw on a helmet, and he pulled up the visor. “Let you feel the vibrations between your legs, and you’ll be slick on the seat. Fuck. It’s making me hard thinking about it.”

As tempting as the tremors of the motorcycle may be, mixed with how aroused I already was, I wasn’t ready to slip on for the ride of my life. My hands were clammy and perspiration beaded on my upper lip. A clear sign of my anxiety leading me to poor judgment and a wrong move. There’d be no journey into the sunset, not for me. At least, not today.

“No. Maybe another time soon.” I wiped my sweaty hands on my jeans. “I’ll watch you both head out and hang back with Max.”

Sin and Saint booed at me in unison. Their disappointment was evident while Sin hopped on his ride and put on a helmet. Jesus. He was dangerous as fuck. His leather jacket hung open, revealing a white t-shirt and his boot propped up on the pedal.

Sin shook his head. “Nah. You’re coming with us.”

“I am?” I wrinkled my forehead and laughed nervously. “How?”

Sin replied, “With these.”

I caught the keys Sin threw at me with one hand. “What are these for?”

“They are the keys to that beauty right over there.” Sin pointed to their Mustang, and he never took his eyes off me. “But she’ll never be as beautiful as you.”

Saint walked over toward the car and grazed his hand along its pristine black paint. Not a single scratch was on her, and she was in tiptop shape. He gave her tire a smack and held onto the door handle.

“Shit, Liv, you’re in for a sweet ride with Mustang Sally here. Open her up,” Saint instructed.