Page 34 of Their Tracked Obsession

“Let me get your forks out and—” Saint tsked at Pierre and cut him off.

“Nope.” Saint shook his head. “We’ll handle the task. You’re dismissed.”

“What?” Pierre squinted and took a step in our direction. “But I’m—”

“Done here. You heard my friend. Beat it,” I interrupted with a stern glare.

I expected a confrontation. I had gone and blown this cake tasting to smithereens. We were going to get kicked out of this dickhead’s bakery.

Pierre flared his nostrils at me like a damn bull, ready to strike, and I puffed out my chest. The heat was on as testosterone swirled in the room until Pierre took a step back. He disengaged more until he left the room in a hissy fit with his arms flailing out in front of him, heaving demands at his staff and cursing some horse shit in French.

See? Pierre was a sissy.

Liv let go of us and stood up. The legs of her chair scraped along the floor. Aw, shit, we were in trouble.

Sixteen

Her Destiny

Sin

“How could you?” Liv glared down at us as she glanced at Saint and back at me. “Now, Pierre definitely won’t want to work with us. He was the one baker I wanted too.”

“Don’t look at me.” I put my hands up defensively and pointed at Saint.

Saint glared at me. “Me? You started this shit. I only followed you.”

“Me?” I pointed at myself. “Don’t tell me you didn’t see the way Pierre was gawking at our girl?”

“I did,” Saint hissed as he clenched his fists together and cracked his knuckles. “I wanted to ruin him.”

“See? See?” I stood up and faced Liv. “Pierre started this.”

“Oh, bullshit.” Liv threw up her arms and turned around. “I can’t believe the two of you.”

I grabbed her wrist and spun Liv around. She gasped. The anger left her eyes, and something else swirled within them.

Full-blown lust.

I pressed Liv up against my chest. “Believe it, sweetheart. We don’t want anyone, I mean, nobody touching what is ours.”

I held Liv in place and lightly feathered her nose with mine. She parted her lips with a gentle sigh escaping them, and I grew hard against her. My tongue reached out, and the tip ran across her mouth.

“Pierre is only doing his job.” Liv nipped at my tongue and the muscle went back into his mouth. “But you, on the other hand—”

“I’m only looking out for you,” I cut in and ran the back of my fingertips down her skin. “He wanted you, Liv, and we won’t stand for his insolence. We are paying him for a fucking service, and you aren’t for sale.”

“Pierre doesn’t want me,” Liv argued.

“Oh, yes, he does,” Saint said as he came up behind Liv and trapped her body between us. “He’d have you too if we let him.”

A wicked idea entered my mind that I wanted to test. No matter how much I hated the idea of Liv with someone other than us, this was my opportunity to find out. Before we committed the rest of our days to each other.

“Would you let Pierre have you, Liv?” I asked.

My heart broke at the image. Shattered into a million fucking pieces and would never be whole again. Not without her truth and her words of devotion to make the organ come back to life.

“No. Of course not,” Liv urged with narrowed eyes, and she grazed my cheek with her free hand. “Never.”