Page 26 of Their Tracked Obsession

I tried to think of something else, but I couldn’t. When Liv’s mouth formed a wide O, she arched her back and thrust briskly atop us. She screamed out our names, rubbing her clit vigorously, and went completely wild. Her pussy clamped down on my dick—she did it for me.

“Fuck, yes.” I shot my load into Liv, and her hips moved uncontrollably. “So damn tight.”

“Shit.” Saint hissed while he pulled out of our fiancée’s ass and stroked his dick until cum dripped down her backside. “Yes.”

Liv clung to the tree branch, “That was—”

“In-fucking-credible,” I interrupted and let go of Liv’s breasts.

“Insatiable,” Saint mumbled as he collapsed to the ground. “I want more.”

“Me too.” I reached up for Liv, but she got out of reach. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going? Get back here.”

“No. I’ve had you both, and now I need some rest.” My jizz leaked down her thighs and glistened in the moonlight. “Besides, you two need some sleep. You’ve got a big day planned tomorrow.”

“Don’t remind me.” I mumbled and let my hand fall to the dirt. “Come screw us again to distract me.”

“Please?” Saint pleaded.

“Nuh-uh.” Liv tsked a finger at us with a smirk and retrieved her clothing. “Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow.”

“But, babe, it is tomorrow.” I begged.

“You’re killing us here.” Saint admired the sway of her ass, and he pulled on his pants.

Liv kept on walking away. She ignored us and headed back to the penthouse. Oh, well. We’d jerk off beside her while she slept when we got back because we still had boners tucked in our pants. We were energized bunnies with Liv around twenty-four seven. Sexually excited all the fucking time.

I cursed Rocko because I knew she’d cuddle with him when she got in bed. He’d purr, rub against her warm body, and get his way. I should kick the damn cat out on his ass, but Liv would kill me.

“I don’t think she needs us anymore to train her,” I admitted with an unenthusiastic sigh and joined Saint’s side. “I loathe the idea.”

Our little obsession was lethal and goddamn dangerous. I was proud of Liv for how far she had come, but something inside me felt less like a man. All we wanted to do was protect her, and we had, but at a cost. The amount of her independence. We didn’t need to fight all her battles anymore. She could win brawls on her own.

“I know…” Saint exhaled and kicked at the dirt with his hands in his pockets. “I fucking hate it too.”

We fell into step beside one another, lost in our thoughts. We were on top of the world with Liv, and completely happy for her. Except she was at the precipice, while we swiveled and couldn’t stop the fall. Our faces were on a trajectory to plant directly into the earth.

Thirteen

Her Destiny

Saint

This tuxedo crap got on my damn last nerve. The simplest requirement of picking out formal wear for our wedding had turned out to be a ridiculous fiasco, and I wished someone else would take my place. I’d prefer to be back home, warm in my bed with Liv, not at a men’s custom tailor shop.

I preferred jeans and a goddamn T-shirt with my favorite leather jacket, not some color-coordinated bullshit, but Liv insisted on living out the childhood dream. A fairytale wedding filled with enchantment, tradition, and romance.

I’d give Liv anything she wanted. Kneel to offer her the world and every motherfucking thing on this planet. Whatever she chose would rightfully be hers, but she had picked this. I had to put up with this fucking materialized bullshit.

“Would yeah pick a damn square, man?” Sin held up two pocket squares for the tuxedo jacket. “I’m sick of this shit already.”

“I don’t like any of them. Please don’t make me choose. They both are…” I wanted to throw up in my damn mouth. “Too colorful.”

“Not our style. I fucking know, but we’ve gotta make a choice.” Sin sighed and pulled at his bow tie. “Christ. It’s boiling in here. Are you hot?”

“I’m sweating my balls off in this goddamn joint,” I replied.

“Probably because these dang monkey suits have layers to them.” Sin yanked off his bow tie and opened the collar of his dress shirt. “There. Much better.”