“Presents for what?” Ryan asked, suspicious. He still wasn’t over the crap The Collective pulled on him. After the initial wooing period, anything he got from them, he’d had to earn.
“But...she’s okay?” Teddy clarified, eyes tracking over me.
“She’s fine,” OD told him, exasperated. “Presents because I said so,” he replied to Ryan’s question. “Jeez, you’re all impossible to give gifts to.”
“Why aren’t you coming with us?” Ryan asked, not ready to give in.
“Because I’m going to stay here and have sex with your sister,” he snapped.
“Fucking gross!” Ryan gasped, shocked.
“Ugh, nasty!” Teddy said, making a face.
“Language,” I barked out, then glared at OD. “That wasn’t necessary.”
“Clearly it is because they’re still sitting there,” he said. “Either go check out your new motorcycles or you're going to hear some shit you really don’t-”
“You got us motorcycles?” Ryan interrupted, eyes wide.
“We can keep them?” Teddy asked, looking to me for permission.
Sighing, I nodded. “Yeah, you can keep them.”
The boys rushed past, OD’s comments about sex forgotten. “Cool!”
“Thanks!”
They were gone so fast all I could do was shake my head.
“Finally,” OD grumbled. “It shouldn’t take a motorcycle for me to get you alone.”
“You’re the one who wanted them.”
“They come as a package deal,” he muttered. “Right?”
“They do.”
“Then what choice did I have?”
“None whatsoever,” I said with a smile as he walked into the bedroom and laid me on the bed.
“Can you let me fuck my old lady now?”
“Who am I to stop you?” I asked.
He scowled at me. “I only want sexy words coming out of your mouth for the next hour.”
“Hour?” I asked with a laugh. His glare had my laughter turning into a cough.
“Is that a challenge?”
“No. It really isn’t.” I didn’t want to think about the chafing that would occur from an hour-long sexual session with him. As fun as it might be, I’d end up sore.
“Good.” He grabbed my shirt and yanked it over my head.
“Wait, I have questions,” I said, grabbing his hands and holding them still.
“Are they sexy questions?”
