Page 65 of Saint's Sinner

“Cut the shit, you’re coming too,” Night declared. “We’ll just describe them for you. There. Problem solved.”

“Please tell me that neither is multi-story,” Sinn said.

Saint clucked his tongue while he checked. “Mmm nope. Both are cottage style with fenced in backyards. Damn, it might finally be time to head down to the pound and put in an application to adopt. It’s been way too long since I’ve had a dog of my own.”

“Our own,” Sinn pointed out. “Because if we get a dog, we’re gonna need a California king with a dog extension, because no way is it sleeping on the floor.”

“Newsflash, we already need that Cal-king,” Saint pointed out. “Especially with a particularly persistent bed hog in our midst.”

“Persistence has nothing to do with it,” Night grumbled. “It’s more like insistent sprawling that doesn’t lessen no matter how many ways you go about pinning him.”

“I’m right here, ya know and my ears work perfectly.”

“And?” Night remarked, prompting snickers from Saint and grumbles from Sinn.

“Okay, so must have a master bedroom big enough for a Cal-king with dog bed extension,” Saint murmured as he read over the specs of the house. “En-suite bathroom is a must along with a two-car garage which will more than fit the four bikes we’ve got between us.”

“Just know that you will have to brush up on your knots if you ever try and stick me in that sidecar because I won’t ride in it willingly,” Sinn declared.

“Duly noted….weld in restraint posts so Sinn can ride all trussed up in the sidecar,” Saint remarked as he typed away on his phone.

“I swear on all you hold dear…” Sinn began.

“Which is the two of you,” Saint interrupted.

When Sinn started grumbling curse words, Saint knew he’d conceded defeat, at least temporarily.

“I love how he said the garage needed to fit the four bikes between us when he’s the only one of us with more than one of the damned things,” Night pointed out.

“Yeah, well I’d happily make it five, only the DMV frowns on driving blind for some reason,” Sinn said.

“Go figure,” Night muttered.

“And just when I was hoping to go for my license next year,” Sinn continued. “Guess I’ll just have to wait until someone invents a self-driving bike.”

“Oh hell no,” Night and Saint spat simultaneously.

“Its bad enough people are following little digital maps off cliffs, let’s not add bikes into the mix,” Saint declared. “Can you imagine roaring around on the back of a bike that’s being controlled by artificial intelligence when it suddenly decides not to turn control back over to you? Fuck that shit. At least in a caryou can bail out, tuck n roll, and pray for the best. But on a bike you’re trapped by the whole balance issue.”

“Trapped in a car too, if the locks are automatic and won’t disengage while the vehicle is in gear,” Night pointed out.

“Son of a bitch, I forgot all about that.”

“I didn’t,” Night replied. “Which is the other reason I’ll never drive one.”

“Yeah and what’s the first?” Sinn asked.

“Cages man, once you’ve seen the world from the back of a bike, who wants to be trapped behind metal and glass?”

“Amen,” Saint said.

“Go fuck yourself,” Sinn grumbled.

“No one said you had to ride in one,” Saint pointed out. “You can cling to me forever.”

“When you put it that way…”

“Get over here,” Saint demanded, tugging Sinn on top of him and rocking their lower bodies together. “No matter what it takes, I will make sure you get to experience everything your heart desires as long as it’s in my power to make it happen.”

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