Fourteen
Their Eternity
Liv
My floral black dress moved with my body as I went down the driveway with the sunlight streaming into my hair. I tossed the strands over my shoulder and headed toward the garage. There was music. A loud beat that didn’t come from the club.
I couldn’t find Sin or Saint anywhere. Our appointment was in an hour, and we shouldn’t be late. The bakery was well known in the city and wouldn’t stand for tardiness.
Where were they?
The lyrics to “Get Down With the Sickness” jump-started my heart, pumping adrenaline, as I rounded the corner. Vibrations rattled in my chest, my eardrums popped open, and I could no longer hear my heels tap on the ground. The garage door was open, and the tune came out of there in waves.
“Is this your idea of some weird joke because…” The music drowned out my voice.
Whoever had the heavy metal melody this loud was in for it once I peeked around the garage door and had my way. I’d get my hands on the culprit. Stare him directly in the eyes and strangle his long…
Sexy body.
Holy shit balls.
I stopped. Gulped hard. I couldn’t stop staring.
There was Sin doing push-ups. Not on the ground. Not one-handed. On his fucking motorcycle. He tilted his feet onto the seat and pushed up from the ground, with the kickstand parked in the cement to support his bodyweight.
My mouth dropped to the pavement, and I imagined it’d look like a scene from an old-time cartoon comedy. I didn’t know if any drool leaked out because I was far too enamored with him.
I stepped closer, unable to stop. Somehow, I submerged myself in his labored breathing, the groaning and the grunting. All the moans he heaved out as his endurance built up and he worked out every magnificent muscle in his beautiful body.
I admired the droplets of sweat falling down his bronzy skin. His biceps bulged, and Christ, I was so goddamn wet. My panties were soaked underneath this gorgeous sundress I was supposed to wear to a cake tasting.
Cake tasting. Oh, yeah. I forgot all about the damn appointment.
The music cut.
“Whatcha looking at?” Saint whispered in ear.
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.
I groaned as I lifted the visor up, and Saint took a seat on his motorbike. Sin released the kickstand on his motorcycle and took a seat. He put on a helmet, visor up, and revved the engine.
“Get on.” Sin patted the leather pad in front of him.
“There?” I pointed at the seat. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Sin nodded and put his visor down.
“Okay…” I gripped the handlebars, but Sin tapped me on the shoulder.
Sin shook his head, waved an index finger at me and gestured with it to spin around. The crazy bastard wanted me to face him. He still wanted to steer.
Sin revved the engine again while I hesitated. I stood there, contemplating my life decisions. Unsure if I should put myself in such a dangerous position.
Sin patted the seat a second time and tapped his imaginary wristwatch. I was wasting precious time. I could call a cab, but I’d risk being late.
I heaved a heavy sigh, lifted a leg, and closed my eyes as I got onto the bike.
In one swift motion, Sin pulled me closer to him, and my eyes shot open. He straddled the seat and ran his hands up my legs. He caught a good view of my panty lining as he wrapped my legs around his upper body.
Sin slapped down my visor. I gasped. My backside laid down against the motorcycle and Sin took off, but I had no time to be pissed at them.
As mortified as I was, I saw nothing but Sin and the bright blue sky above me. The perfect depiction of an ideal day out of the ordinary while my heart beat wildly against my ribcage. I was alive. Free. Time slipped by, and I suddenly wanted to let go.
My hands traveled up to Sin’s helmet, the vibrations of the bike hummed up my back, and I couldn’t help smiling.
I laughed, running my fingers down his chest as the fabric of his shirt waved in ripples with the forceful wind.
I let go of him and carelessly released my arms above me as if I were one with the air.
A sacred dance with Mother Nature without a goddamn care.
Sin steered with one hand while the other caressed my thigh, and he hoisted himself up. His hips thrusted. The presentation of the thruster was laughable. He was much better in bed.
I giggled at Sin and slapped my hand against his chest. He continued to thrust closer to me, and his groin pressed into my pussy. The temperature heated. My clit pulsated, the area became sensitive, and waves of pleasure blasted through me.
Sin ran a finger down my helmet, the sweet caress I wished was against my skin, and he grabbed my helmet. He made me look to the left. My heart stopped dead.
Saint did daring push-ups on top of his motorcycle. His hands were on the handlebars, and he maintained complete control with the tips of his shoes on the leather seat, almost touching the taillight. Vehicles honked, but I was far too turned on by him. These men of mine definitely knew how to ride.
Sin continued his thrusting motion against me, and my hands went to his hips. Strong, powerful, and talented bones of steel. Christ. He felt amazing.
Our helmets touched, as intimate as a caress. I wanted to kiss Sin badly, but this damn headgear was in the way. Instead, I opened my visor and blew him a kiss. I heard him groan with the purr of the engine as he revved the handlebars, and we drove faster.
We whizzed past cars, trucks, and streetlights. Saint was hot on our tail, back on his seat and eyes on us. My heart pounded in my chest, afraid of the speed, the risk, but living in the thrilling moment. I felt incredibly aroused, and I knew the seat below me would be wet.
I didn’t care. I almost didn’t want to make the cake tasting appointment and travel elsewhere. Somewhere for the three of us.
Alone. Deserted. Discreet.
I opened my mouth, ready to protest, but Sin quit his hip thrusting. The braking of the motorcycle stopped the idea, and the risqué threesome halted altogether. I clamped my trap shut, blushed, and sat up.
I scurried off the motorcycle as soon as the machine came to a complete stop. Saint pulled up beside his best friend. He took off his helmet, and his eyes met mine. Those steely baby blues penetrated me right there on the damn pavement in front of the bakery.
Sin put down the kickstand and touched the spot where I sat. He opened his visor, locked eyes with me, and sniffed his hand.
“Someone is randy.” Sin took off his headgear, placed it on the leather pad, and licked his fingertips. “Did you enjoy my hog, sweetheart?”
I walked backward and lost my balance for a second, far too caught up in his trance. I should be embarrassed, like a fucking klutz, but I couldn’t with them. My future husbands didn’t want me to be ashamed in front of them.
My backside bumped into a metal post on the curb. I yelped. The street sign barely missed my damn head. Thank God I had cat-like reflexes.
Sort of.
Sin chuckled.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” The last word came out as a hiss.
Saint ambled toward me, and his body language was on fire. A mix of cockiness, amusement, and horniness. I caught the hard bulge in the crotch of his pants. I was right on the money.
“Or could it have been all the thrusting?” Saint asked as he pulled the helmet from my head and tapped the tip of my nose. “I think the thruster got our girl going.”
“Nah, man.” Sin squeezed his best friend’s shoulder. “I’d wager her pussy loved your push-ups.”
“Wanna make a bet?” Saint glanced back at Sin and then at me. “Because if I had to take a gamble, I think it was a combination of all three.”
“Fuck. Game on.” Sin slapped Saint on the back.
I didn’t realize I had been biting my lower lip until Saint ran the pad of his thumb over the skin and released it. He wiped the wetness from his finger down underneath my chin and forcefully tilted it up. My breath caught.
I locked eyes on his mouth. Eager. Wanting.
I waited. So goddamn impatiently like a bitch in heat out on the street. No one was there to feed my starvation because no one else could. Only my phantoms.
Saint inched his lips closer and breathed, “So what was it, darling? Tell us. What made you soak the fucking seat?”
“You,” I admitted with my hands clinging to the metal post behind me. “Both of you.”
“My hog too?” Sin whispered in my ear. “I bet your cunt loved the way she purred beneath your thighs.”
I glanced at Sin, and Saint caressed his lips softly against my cheek. I swallowed, closed my eyes as his mouth traveled down my neckline and back up to graze my ear.
“Answer him,” Saint hissed.
“Yes. I loved all of it. Every damn minute,” I heaved breathlessly.
“Good girl.” Sin relieved my hand clenching the post and intertwined his fingers with mine. “Shall we keep the juices flowing?”
“Yes, please,” Saint answered.
Saint took my other hand. My eyes opened as my men guided me toward the main entrance of the bakery.
I couldn’t stop the shudder running havoc through me as we made our way through the double doors toward our private cake-tasting room.
My phantom’s desired intentions for me remained unknown, but I couldn’t wait to find out what devious plans they had in store.