Page 94 of Their Stolen Obsession
I pressed the key fob, and the Mustang chirped. Saint opened the door, patted the driver’s seat, and I slid right in. He grabbed the seat belt as he pulled the strap across me and buckled me in. The vehicle was made for me.
I asked, “Are you sure you guys want me driving your car?”
“Yep,” Sin answered without hesitation. “What’s ours is yours now because we’re in this for the long haul, Liv.”
Sebastian never gave me this kind of freedom because he had wanted full control. Sin and Saint were extremely possessive, but in a different way. They gave me the space to breathe, to be alive, and they wanted to give me everything. Sure, they followed me, safeguarded me from the shadows and were very open about it, but they meant well. I had to get used to their overprotective ways, or at least try to.
“Okay. Where are we off to?”
“That’s a surprise.” Saint grinned.
I shrugged. “I guess I’ll follow you guys?”
“Damn straight.” Sin revved the engine. “Saint?”
Saint hollered back over the roaring of the motorbike, “Yeah, man?”
“Crank the tunes.”
“Ah, shit, I can’t believe I almost forgot.” Saint chuckled and leaned in front of me to turn on the music. “Sally’s goddamn song.”
Mustang Sally by Wilson Pickettcame on and Saint blasted the beat through the speakers of the car. Sally sang while Saint slapped the steering wheel as he closed the car door and left me in full control of the vehicle. The Mustang was ready toride Sally ride.
Forty-Eight
Their Universe
Liv
“Let’s hit the fucking road, little obsession.” Sin whirled an index finger around in a small circle, showing it was time to go. “We’re ready to ride.”
Sin took off first as he led the way up the driveway and toward the city street. Saint flashed me a playful wink that made my belly flutter with wild heat and he pulled down his visor. He turned the throttle, and the back tires squealed. I admired the way he burned rubber with his wild beast smoking between his legs, and I desired to be under him. I wanted Saint, my savage man, to straddle me instead of his motorbike.
Goddamn. Get your mind out of the damn gutter, Liv, and step on the gas. Show thesemen what you’re made of.
I cranked down all the windows and loosened the braid Saint had secured for my first daring bike ride, which had turned into riding Mustang Sally through the busy streets. I put the pedal to the metal, weaving in and out of traffic. My hair blew around wildly with the breeze, and I laughed loudly because I was free. Unconfined, untamed, and in control. Nobody held me back, locked inside of a room against my will.
Sin and Saint were fast on their motorcycles, bent over their sleek black beauties while I drove behind them. We beat all the red lights, flew past the speed limits, and nothing could stop us. This behavior was risky, unsafe, and my parents would hate it, but that was probably what made me love the recklessness my phantoms got me into.
At the same time, Sin and Saint pumped the brakes, and I swerved over to the right lane. Time slowed down while they joined me beside their Mustang, and we all drove together, side by side. Each man was extremely delicious in their own way as they turned their attention to me and Saint made thrusting motions against his bike. I tossed my head back in laughter at his dirty mind and completely normal actions.
Sin popped a wheelie as the back tire gripped the pavement, and he remained in full control of the bike. My mouth hung agape, shocked by his daring thrill,but aroused by how he handled the stunt. The move was dangerous, and the motherfucker grinned at me while he did it.
Cocky asshole. But holy shit, was Sin Cruz hot as fuck. My panties were soaking into his driver’s seat!
Carefully, Sin landed the motorbike back onto two wheels with a loud squeak when rubber met asphalt. Saint motioned with his hand to continue straight, and my phantoms zoomed back up in front of me. Adrenaline pumped through me at a fierce speed, and I couldn’t stop myself from screaming out the window with excitement. A rev of an engine matched my eager energy, and I honked the horn. In the last ten minutes, I was more vivacious than ever before.
The boys veered off the road to the left, but the sudden turn threw me off and I had little reaction time. I cut off oncoming traffic, my heart pounded wildly in my chest and the squeal of tires pierced my ears. I didn’t stop. Not for one fucking second because if I did, there’d be an accident, and I narrowly missed a truck headed straight for the car. Behind me, I heard the angry driver lay on the horn and blared in the opposite direction until the sound ended.
Fifteen minutes ago, I was scared to get onto a damn motorcycle and now I had almost caused an accident.
These men were bad and unhealthy for me. I should turn this dang Mustang around, drive back to their penthouse, and go live with my parents. Live an overprotected lifestyle with no risk to my life.
Just as I braked and placed the vehicle into reverse, fully intent on driving away from the woman I was becoming, I saw a sign for an animal shelter. My heart sank. All those helpless animals needed somewhere to go, and we had ended up here.
Why did my phantoms take me to an animal shelter?
No. This couldn’t be the surprise Sin and Saint wanted to take me to. There had to be some explanation, but they had parked their bikes and were lifting off their helmets. Each waved me ahead into a parking space in the middle of them and Mustang Sally was sandwiched between two extremely confusing men who left me scratching my head.
