Page 7 of Their Tracked Obsession

I smacked him upside the head. “Ow.”

“Who’s the cunt now?” I took off my jacket.

Saint snarled at me. Tension filled the room. A throat cleared.

We both turned our heads toward our woman who demanded the attention of the room.

“Who did you kill?” Liv asked with her arms crossed in front of her chest, and the tips of her bare, cute, pedicured toes tapped the floor. “There’s blood on your jacket.”

I hid the coat behind my back and shrugged. “What blood?”

I whistled and searched around.

Liv walked toward me and reminded me of a mother ready to scold her child for being disobedient. She oozed motherly vibes, and I couldn’t wait to put a baby in her. Our child. She’d glow. Beautiful, striking as ever, and radiating. She’d make a fantastic mom. Exceptionally hot.

Christ. I’d want my hands all over her. I did right now. I had a hard time containing myself.

Did I have mommy issues?

Abso-fucking-lutly. I didn’t regret a minute of it, though. Not with my little obsession eyeing me up like this.

Liv yanked my jacket out from behind my back and pointed at the red stain. “This. Where did it come from?”

“If I don’t answer, will I get a spanking?” I teased with a smirk.

Liv tilted her head curiously. “Do you want one?”

“Yes, Mommy.” I stared at Liv intensely.

“Role play. Nice.” Saint unbuttoned his shirt and took a seat on the couch. “But I prefer to cut to the chase.”

Liv looked away from me and over at my best friend. He was too comfortable in his own skin, and I could see the effect he had on our girl. Her pulse quickened against her neck, her lips parted, and her breathing escalated. The sight of his magnificent chest aroused her. Distracted her. Locked her in a sexual haze.

Liv glanced back at me, eyes full of lust. “Did you kill him?”

“The guy at the club?” I asked.

She swallowed. Hard. “Yes.”

I didn’t answer.

“Bad boy,” Liv said, with a tap on my ass.

“Mm…” I closed my eyes briefly. “Easy enough, sweetheart.”

She squeezed my butt cheek. Pinched her damn nails right in and electrified me. The shock took over my system. Goddamn. I was extremely horny.

Liv turned her attention toward Saint and pointed at him. “Did you kill him?”

“Not right away,” Saint answered.

I ran my fingers through her long, gorgeous hair. “If you count the time when he was still breathing. For an entire two minutes after we slit his throat, and he gargled on his blood for a bit.”

Slowly, Liv looked over her shoulder at me. “You killed him?”

“Yeah.” Saint shrugged on the sofa. “We killed him.”

Liv turned back to Saint and ambled in his direction. The tips of her hair left my skin tickling in the absence of its softness. I wanted to touch her, badly, so fucking desperately that my flesh ached, but I had to be patient. She was about to stake her claim.