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I love it when he’s like this; the adventurous side of me gets to come out. “Yes, daddy.” The last ride he took me on, I was thrilled and frightened all at once. This time, though, I’m more confident in hopping in the car with him, and I know to hold on.
“Fuck yeah. Come on, Sin.”
“How are we getting back?” He’s always the one to voice reason and throws in a touch of caution I’m learning.
“I have to pick up Scot’s truck; guess Nightmare pissed his ol’ lady off again, ‘cause she went to town on the paint job.”
“B’s fucking crazy.” He shakes his head again, coming to stand next to me.
His hand falls on my hip, squeezing as he peers down into my eager gaze, “You’re gonna have to sit on my lap. Think you can manage not to squirm or get scared?” His lips curl up just enough, giving away his front of being angry about Saint coming home with yet another vehicle.
“Maybe, if you’re lucky I’ll sit with you. I may want on Saint’s lap instead. And I’m not scared. What kind of car is this anyhow?”
“I’m guessing some rich bitch’s custom Ferrari, and you’re on me, not him,” Sinner rasps, drawing me down onto his lap after he’s situated.
He spreads his legs, positioning me against his groin with the seat belt wrapped around both of us. With the way Saint drives, I doubt the belt would do much if we were to crash, so part of me thinks it’s pointless. With those thoughts, I immediately hold on and with both hands.
The doors shut and Saint revs the engine a few times, the tires making a cloud of smoke surrounding us. “She’s got some powerrrr,” he sings gleefully. “Come on sugar, you can do better than that Lamborghini,” With a chuckle, he lets up on the brake and we shoot forward.
I wonder how the rest of the members feel about Saint taking off with cars and then making the tires burn out in front of the clubhouse. Last time Viking was furious. You’d think Saint would learn. He doesn’t seem to have a care in the world about it though. I can’t find it in myself either. I think it’s awesome. My heartbeat skyrockets and a smile a mile wide fills my face.
Within seconds it seems, we’re on the main road with my back pressed against Sinner like we’re glued together. “I’m sorry if I’m hurting you,” I call over my shoulder, while wide-eyeing everything as we speed past it. Trees shrink and quickly disappear, the compound far behind us within minutes as Saint presses down the gas pedal.
Gripping the door, I attempt to peel my body forward just a bit. It doesn’t move an inch, so I give up and hold on for dear life. How does this man never get pulled over? Won’t police officers be driving around and see him speeding? Hell, they probably couldn’t catch him even if they did want to give him a citation.
Sinner’s mouth meets my neck, his teeth lightly biting down on the soft flesh as the inky scruff from his five o’clock shadow tickles my skin. “I want you right where you are, Jude.” His hand falls between my thighs, his fingers finding the spot that drives me wild for him.
Saint grins manically as the speed steadily climbs higher and higher. It reminds me of riding with him in the Lamborghini. “Redbone” by Childish Gambino thrums through the expensive sound system, and somehow the song fits Saint so well. He’s utterly crazy, and I love him for it. “Pull her shorts down, brother.”
Sinner follows his order, ridding me of the thin barrier and begins to play my body like a piano. He has my core singing in sweet surrender while I pant with need. His other hand circles my breast. His fingers find my nipple and pinch. It’s absolute bliss.
“Oh God!” Moaning, they both chuckle in delight. “So close,” I mutter, breathlessly.
“Cut lose, baby,” Saint orders, staring my way a little too long for my own comfort, watching Sinner tease me in the best ways. It makes the threat of danger greater and in return has my body spiraling out of control. “Answer me!” he demands.
“Yes, daddy,” falls from my lips automatically and Sinner’s fingers apply just a touch more pressure in the juncture between my legs. This is craziness, having both their attention trained on me, racing down the highway, my hips moving to the beat of the music.
“I don’t want you holding back. Come for us; I want to see you, here, like this.”
“You bein’ bad, baby?” Sinner growls.
Just hearing him call me baby like Saint so often does has my head flying back and my eyes rolling toward the sky. His mouth locks onto the spot where my throat and shoulder meet. He draws the skin in, sucking deeply. No doubt that’ll leave a mark behind. All the sensations mixed together along with the adrenaline has my climax coming harder than ever before.
It hits me with so much force that my mouth falls open, a pleased moan drowning out the stereo. I do it for both of them, coming completely unglued and give into my own desire. With Sinner’s skillful fingers and Saint’s blazing gaze all trained on me at once, I let go. My body feels enraptured, adored, and satisfied when I finally peel my eyelids back open.
“Good girl.” Saint nods, pleased to see me explode so effortlessly from their delicious torment.
The evidence of his own longing is easy to notice. He’s turned on as well, with his cock straining against his pants. Sinner’s length rests heavy against my ass. Is it from the speed, the excitement of stealing someone’s ridiculously expensive car or from me falling apart I wonder. It could be the delicious thrill of it all.
“Will you pull over?” I request a few beats later and his forehead wrinkles.
“Huh?”
“What’s the matter?” Sinner asks nearly the same time as Saint.
“I...uh, well, I wanted to satisfy you both too.” My face is already hot, but I swear it grows even warmer with me stating my intentions out loud. It’s the truth though; I want them to pull over, so we can finish what Sinner just started.
Sinner lets out a deep growl, his sturdy chest, rumbling against my back. Saint hums, squeezing and adjusting his cock in his jeans. “Can’t,” he grumbles after a moment, not fond of the fact and shakes his head to drive the point home. Or maybe he’s arguing with himself. Who knows?
