Page 68 of Their Stolen Obsession (Phantoms and Obsession Duet #2)

Her Predator

Sin

L iv clung to me, held me fucking tight I had a hard time thinking straight.

Her arms wrapped around my midsection, and her nails dug into my skin.

My shirt was no match for those manicured claws of hers, and she made my dick come to life.

A massive erection was tight against the zipper of my jeans as the teeth of the clasp nipped at the sensitive skin.

The friction was damn close to being unbearable, but my girl’s arms were around me.

She felt amazing. She made me feel alive and forced me to forget about the unease.

Even the brisk breeze of the night was no match for the blood pumping to my cock from how much Liv turned me on.

My shaft almost bent for her as I shimmied slightly in the driver’s seat of my motorcycle, and she pressed herself in closer to me.

Her breasts were flat against my back as her thighs hugged me and if she got any nearer, I’d come in my pants.

Fuck.

I didn’t want to be a minute man because I wanted to enjoy her.

We wanted our girl to show us how far she’d go for us, and the very thought had me gushing with excitement.

Liv had finally confessed her affection for us after everything we had been through.

She had loved us while we watched over her twenty-four hours a fucking day, protected her, adjusted our lives for her, cared for her unconditionally, and were the heroes we knew we could be for her.

All of this was for her , and we wouldn’t change one second of obsessing over her, but I’d love to erase her time in captivity.

If I could, I’d live through her torment instead, because I’d do anything for her.

We stopped at a red light, and Liv loosened her grip around me.

Fuck that. I wanted her snug against me, and I missed the perkiness of her erect nipples pressed into my back.

I revved the engine while Saint pulled up beside me, and I glanced over at him.

The bike vibrated between my legs and the sound of the motorcycle roaring made Liv tighten her hold on me.

I peeked back at her. “Hold on, sweetheart, these country roads are bumpy. ”

The speed limit sign up ahead read forty miles per hour. Fuck the maximum.

The light turned green.

I zoomed right into the lead, and Saint was close behind me.

A slow-ass car was up ahead, following the rules of the road, and I swerved around them because there was no oncoming traffic.

The moonlight shone down and created an illuminated glow out in the fields until trees whizzed by.

Fields became the forest we had promised Liv, but this one was special.

There was a cliff with a waterfall, along with a daring jump into the lake below—a dive anyone would remember for the rest of their life.

Saint veered up beside me as we raced down the road side by side with our headlights on the pavement. Our turn was up ahead, and I briefly pumped the brakes to slow down. The motorcycle jerked as Liv’s body bounced into mine, and she squeezed me tighter.

“Hang on!” I exclaimed as we rounded the corner with a sharp turn and the back tire squealed.

Liv screamed.

Her ass slid on the seat, and I reached around to hold her steady. All the while, steering the bike until it gripped the dirt road and launched us forward. I wanted to create a risky thrill to show her she could trust us .

Until Liv gripped my dick.

Fuck me! Atta girl!

Arousal blazed through me with each jerk she made. Liv had pulled a fast one on me that I hadn’t been expecting. She clutched me tighter, and I realized she held my shaft like a joystick out of fear. But goddamn, she felt so good.

Liv turned my gears into overdrive, and I pressed down on the gas. She held my thick, rigid dick steady and each bump in the road made her jerk on my junk. Fuck. I could come right there on the damn seat!

I slowed down until we came to a stop. The engine cut and Liv’s heavy breathing was all I could hear behind me. She didn’t move a muscle, but I made my dick twitch in her hand.

“Um, sweetheart?” I said.

“Yeah?” Liv stirred on top of the leather.

I took my hands off the clutch and brought them down to hers. Gently, I touched the back of her hand that was on my junk.

“I didn’t know you could drive stick shift,” I teased Liv.

“What?” Liv asked, confused. “I don’t.”

I gestured down to my dick where her hand still clutched me. “You do now.”

Liv gasped. “ Oh my God.”

Liv loosened her grip.

I caught her hand. “No, sweetheart, don’t stop.”

Slowly, I made her stroke against me, and I groaned at the sensation rocking through me like waves.

Saint pulled up beside us. He got off his bike and lifted his visor.

The motorbike stayed on while the engine purred, with the headlight pointing directly at us.

He stalked toward us and unbuttoned his jeans.

“Fuck, man, you get to ride with her and now she’s jerking you off?” Saint scowled and hit my helmet with his hand.

I yanked Saint toward me with his helmet until he tapped mine. “Quit your bitching. Pull out your dick and join in.”

Roughly, Saint jerked his head back, and he parted his legs while he pulled down his zipper. I leaned back against Liv while she continued to rub me, and I wanted more, but my time would come. My best friend needed a damn moment with our girl.

I released Liv’s hand from me while Saint freed his erect cock, and I guided her to touch him. Once her fingers wrapped around his solid girth, I helped her move up and down his shaft. Slowly at first, until she took over with a willing rhythm.

“Fuck, Liv, darling, you feel so damn good.” Saint peered down at her, stroking him.

I kicked at the stand, grounded the bike, and got off the hefty beast. The sight of Liv straddling the motorcycle so damn well made me groan because she was fucking sexy. I pushed her visor up to get a peek of her flushed cheeks and her pretty eyes full of hunger.

Liv’s pussy had to be slick against my seat. Christ. I was goddamn hard, and I needed out of these damn restrictive jeans.

I removed my cock from the black denim as I stroked my length.

I wanted to watch, to enjoy our obsession out here in the wilderness, wild and free.

Nobody around to bother us, and nowhere for her to go except run straight through the thick of the forest we knew like the back of our hands.

This was our favorite place, a spot we’d traveled to frequently to appreciate mother nature in all of her motherfucking beauty, but tonight we’d relish in Liv.

In all her beautiful glory. We’d hunt her down like prey in the woods.