Page 6 of Their Tracked Obsession

I laid my head back against the couch cushion with Rocko in my lap and envisioned my wedding day: flowers, music, rings, a beautiful wedding dress, and a cake. Everything. I could see the perfect dream marriage to the men who were my missing pieces. My entire world.

My eyes drifted shut. I was unsure how long I had been asleep when Rocko jerked. His head shot up, and his ears perked up. He heard something. A rattle at the penthouse door. The knob jiggled until the lock gave way, and a blood-stained jacket sleeve came through the doorway.

Four

Her Destiny

Sin

Adrenaline coursed through me, zigzagged in my veins, and I knew something shot past my head. I dodged to the side, only to hear an oof from behind me. The sudden movement caught my best friend off guard. He’d usually be more alert, less distracted, but when he’s in his comfort zone, all defenses fade.

Especially with her. Our little obsession, who astonished me with a surprise attack. She distracted me with a hard toss of a pillow before she somersaulted across the floor and caught me in an armlock. She flipped me over her shoulder and straddled me in the doorway with her beautiful hair dangling in my face.

“Welcome home.” Liv grinned down at me, full of triumph. “You’re late.”

Liv pressed her forearm into my collarbone as we had taught her. Fuck. She listened so damn well. Our girl was the most magnificent woman who’d ever roamed the Earth. I was as hard as a rock beneath her.

I loved Liv when I first laid eyes on her and knew I had to have her. Obsession became my greatest sin. Soul-consuming, mind-numbing, and gut-wrenching with full-blown yearning. She was all I thought about and everything I wanted.

Now that I had Liv, the addiction had intensified to a constant need to be with her, touch her, and have her in my fucking orbit. I could never tire of her and wanted her with me twenty-four hours of the damn day, but I knew that wasn’t possible.

Liv was her own woman. Independent, level-headed, and a fucking force to be fucked with. She needed the skills to take care of herself when we couldn’t be around. We taught her everything we knew, and my obsession with her grew. Flourished into something beautiful. Adoration.

I fucking worshipped the ground she walked on. Night, day, even while she slept and made cute noises in our bed. She was everything.

“Right on time, I’d reckon.” I shot Liv a cocky grin and grabbed her by the hips. “You forgot to restrain my hands, sweetheart.”

She wore silky pants, smooth in the palms of my hands, but delicate enough that I felt her thong through the thin material. I could rip the fucking fabric off.

“No, I didn’t,” she breathed, sending shivers down my spine.

I pushed my rigid cock up against Liv’s pubic bone and heard her sigh.

Shit. Liv’s teasing me. Such a good girl.

I groaned.

Liv sat up, releasing me from her restraint, but I wanted more of her. I still held her right where I wanted her. I could fuck her right here with the goddamn door wide open and not give a fuck. Max be damned. He could listen if he wanted to.

Suddenly, something hit me on the head. Hard. My eyeballs stung and Liv went blurry as fuck.

“Christ!” I blinked several times, trying desperately to see straight.

I let go of Liv to rub my eyes.

“This asshole kept us out late,” Saint huffed as he ruffled my hair. “Someone got distracted.”

Saint had whacked me in the face with a fucking pillow.

“I wasn’t the only one,” I insisted, becoming defensive.

Liv heaved off me with an elongated sigh. Not an exhale of satisfaction, but irritation. Thanks, best friend. Goddamn boner kill.

My vision was back to normal, and I could finally see straight except for scattered white dots that were diminishing by the second. Any longer, and I’d have thought I’d suffer a scratched cornea requiring the doctor to take a peek. I needed my eyes to be in good health because I had an obsession to admire all hours of the day.

I got up off the floor, dusting off my black jeans, and glared at Saint. “Go easy next time, would you?”

“Pussy,” Saint whispered.