Page 30 of Their Tracked Obsession

I jumped, a hand against my chest. “Oh, fuck! Saint! You startled me!”

Saint laughed. I smacked his arm, but he caught my wrist and spun me around. He made me face his best friend’s direction.

Sin stood up in one swift movement. Effortlessly. As if he had performed the move every damn day of his life. He wiped his hands on his jeans and tossed his shirt over his shoulder. I couldn’t stop staring at the sweat accumulation on his sculpted upper body.

I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until my lungs burned, and I exhaled the fire out. Surely, if I were a damn fire-breathing dragon, Sin would go up in flames. But he walked toward me.

The image was breathtakingly spontaneous, and I had to snap a mental picture. I’d save the hot memory for later when I was alone in the shower. The shower head would serve a purpose. Unless my phantoms came to relieve this heat budding to full bloom inside me.

“Did you wanna take me for a spin, sweetheart?” Sin grinned.

I swallowed. Hard. “I beg your pardon?”

I blinked repeatedly. Confused. Frazzled. Horny as fuck.

“My bike? Did you wanna take it for a ride?” Sin asked.

“Oh… I thought you said something else.” I laughed softly, cheeks blushing.

“I did,” Sin admitted as his eyes roamed up the length of my body. “But you can take me for a spin after you ride on my hog.”

I flushed even brighter.

“I fucking love that idea. Don’t you?” Saint let go of my wrist and touched my hair. “Ah. You don’t have to answer, darling, because I know you would.”

I couldn’t respond even if I wanted to. I was too stunned to speak. Instead, I bit my lower lip and eyed Sin.

“You could watch me next. I’ll show you how I like to do my push-ups.” Saint brushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

Sin put on his shirt. His sweat made the fabric cling to him. The dark-colored material made me snap out of it.

Awe. Too bad. I'd enjoyed the show.

“I can perform my expert move. I call it…” Sin spun around in front of me and hissed in my ear. “The thruster.”

I pushed a hand against him. “Maybe next time.”

I brushed past Sin.

“Aw, come on, sweetheart…” Sin turned around and followed me. “Don’t ruin the fun.”

I pulled out my cell phone and held it up. “We have a cake tasting in half an hour.”

“We’ll take the bikes.” Saint snapped his fingers. “Get there in a flash.”

I shook my head. “No way. I’m in a tight-ass sundress. I can’t get on a motorcycle.”

“Oh, yes, you fucking can,” Sin argued.

“Really?” I crossed my arms in front of my chest and leaned against the motorbike. “How?”

Sin grabbed the bottom of my sundress and yanked the material. The fabric split up to my thigh. I gasped.

“That’s how.” Sin smirked.

“Sin!” I threw my hands up. “I just bought this dress.”

“He’ll buy you a new one.” Saint plopped a helmet on my head.