Page 29 of Their Tracked Obsession

“One last question for you, shrink, before we let you loose.” Sin held up his index finger.

“I’m all ears,” Dr. Stevens said.

“Do you prefer the red or purple in the pocket square?” Sin asked while he showed off our tuxedos with an elongated sigh. “We can’t fucking decide.”

“Neither.” Dr. Stevens shook his head. “I’d go with black.”

“Really?” I raised an eyebrow. “Black on black.”

“Yeah.” Dr. Stevens grinned while he popped another Sour Patch into his mouth. “You both look great, by the way.”

Sin smiled proudly. “Thanks, shrink.”

“My pleasure,” Dr. Stevens said.

Sin hung up. The grown-up Gen Z disappeared, solving our problems.

Sin shrugged. “Guess we’re going with black.”

“Yep.” I popped the P and gave a curt nod. “And we’ve got a wedding to plan.”

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.