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I can't believe this motorcycle is for me. My mouth drops in shock as I deny what’s right in front of me. I look at the shiny surface of the bike that shows my reflection and back at Dom. My eyes don’t know where to look first. Smooth, tan lines of Dom’s abs as his shirt blows in the warm breeze, freaking looking like a Calvin Klein commercial, or the big smile stretching over Tey’s face as he watches my head whip back and forth. I probably look like a cartoon character with my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open to catch flies.
“I-I don’t know what to say! This is too much,” I cry out, feeling a pinch in my chest, because I don’t think I’ll ever get used to surprises or presents.
“Don’t say anything. Let us spoil you. We want to give you everything; accept it because it’s too good for us, Mama. It’s worth seeing your eyes sparkle in warmth and joy.” Dom holds my face between his large palms, placing a kiss on my forehead as light as a feather as he takes a deep breath.
“Stop sniffing her as if she’s the best high you’ve ever had. Gimme! My turn!” Tey grumbles with a pout as his face appears next to ours; he’s trying to wedge himself between us as if feeling left out.
I giggle, and a sensation like I’m floating comes over me. I want every day to be like this. No worries, no pressure—just us being, well, us. Almost normal.
Almost.
We’ll never be normal like those people out there who get up in the morning with a smile and do the same thing every single day. Our lives will probably always be fireworks and explosions, but at least we can take them one step at a time. Days like today.
“Fine.” I fake a sulky pout as if it’s the worst thing ever to get a bike as a present.
Tey laughs and swings me around in a circle in his arms until I feel like I’m going to puke. Dizzy, he sets me down next to the bike and hops on, scooting back to make room for me in front of him. I'm excitedly jumping up and down, I can hardly wait to feel the thrill of driving fast and the bike vibrating between my legs. I’m just about to swing my leg over the small seat while grabbing the handlebars when a throat clears loudly behind me.
Spinning around, I skip back to Dom with a grin and stand on my toes with my hands sliding up his impressive chest until they rest against his broad shoulders. He stares down at me, a slow, pleased smile stretching across his handsome, tan face as he lowers his face towards mine.
How the hell did I get so lucky landing men who are sexy as fuck? If I had a rosary, I’d be kissing the cross and thanking baby Jesus for sending me these dangerous, wicked men with muscles that I can admire and drool all over.
“I’m going to show you just how appreciative I am when we return,” I emphasize by sliding my hand down towards his belt and tugging at it, skimming my nails over the dips and ridges of his waist. “Thank you,Papi.”
His nostrils flare as I slam our mouths together, flickering my tongue along his full bottom lip with a moan. He tastes like sin and dark chocolate. I’m addicted, my mouthfusing to his as he takes control of the kiss, sliding his big hand under my hair and gripping it tight. Angling his head, his tongue snakes against mine, stroke for stroke, lighting my body up and silently begging for more as I bite his lip. The growl that pushes up his throat has my pussy throbbing and my silk underwear drenched in seconds.
Am I forever going to walk around with wet panties around these men? I should probably carry around extra underwear, just in case.
“Be good.” His tone is demanding yet smooth, with a throaty purr that promises more of his lips on my body later.
“Flower, I’m dying over here. My dick could cut granite. Please put me out of my misery,” Tey groans behind us, and when I turn to walk back over to him, his arms are crossed over his chest, his black-painted nails tapping on his bicep as he pouts.
“Poor baby. Does it hurt?” I widen my eyes, straining not to smile as his eyes fill with actual tears.
“My balls are blue, Tillie. Blue! Help me?” he begs as one tear leaks down his sharp cheekbones, leaving a wet spot on his black t-shirt as it falls.
“I love you, but the fact you can produce tears this quickly scares me.” I grab his hand as he uncrosses his arms and brings his finger up to my parted lips.
His eyes clear up real quick as I suck his index finger into my mouth, swirling my tongue around until I bite down hard enough to almost break skin while staring into his blue gaze. Releasing him with a pop, I lean forward and swipe my tongue up his cheek to catch a tear on his jaw. I hum under my breath and pull back with a wide grin at the glazed look in his eyes.
“I’m never letting you go. You can never hide; howeverfar you run, I’ll always find you.” Tey draws in a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he runs his tongue over his teeth, just as he grabs me around the waist and places me in front of him on the bike like I weigh next to nothing.
“Fuck.” Dom drags a hand down his face and mutters something under his breath as he turns towards the garage door that leads into the house.
I can’t help laughing wickedly, for I live to bring chaos and spice to their lives, and I’ll always tease them. I start the bike, the engine vibration between my thighs as Tey plasters himself to my back, his cock grinding up against my ass as his breath warms my ear.
“You'll pay for that later; I bite back.” His sinister tone holds a dark promise and I can’t help shivering.
“I can hardly wait.” I moan as I slowly press on the gas out of the garage, wondering why we aren’t back in bed instead of pulling out of the gates and onto the road.
The moment we are out of the fancy, rich neighborhood, Tey points to the left. I follow his silent instructions without saying a word while pushing down on the gas so that the bike's front tire lifts slightly off the ground. Tey chuckles in my ear, his hands clenching my hips as the wind whips at our hair while I weave between cars at a neck-breaking speed.
I missed this. The sun on my skin, freedom always within reach. It’s even better having Tey hold onto me as he howls like a wild animal into the wind.
Twenty minutes later, after Tey gave me directions by pointing each time we needed to turn, we were pulling into a run-down neighborhood. Some of the homes lookabandoned, with dead grass on the front lawns, while others are littered with trash and fold-up lawn chairs. Not all of the houses are bad; we pass a home with an elderly lady sitting in a chair on her porch as she waves at us.
“Good morning, Rita!” Tey shouts out cheerfully; he must like her if he’s being less of a psycho.
He points towards a house at the end of the block—a faded yellow home with overgrown grass and a cracked driveway. I park us on the curb in front of the house and turn the bike off. Tey slides off the back and grabs my waist, lifting me off the seat before I even have a chance to swing my leg over. He hugs me to his chest, and I can’t help but melt against him with my head resting right over where his heart is. The steady thump makes my shoulders relax. I hadn’t even realized I was nervous about meeting people he cared about. Over the sound of his heart, I can hear the shouting of a couple a few houses down and the overexcited high shrieks of children playing in the backyard of Tey’s foster home.
