Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Shit. The apocalypse could come and he’d text me asking about spare batteries before ever asking for help, and that right there has more than piqued my interest.
It’s a nice change of pace having that big bastard needing my assistance. I wonder how soon it’d be before I can start rubbing this one in his face. Though I’m damn sure he had to swallow a lot of pride just to type out those letters.
Maddox: You dying?
Hunter: Just get over here.
“Shit,” I mutter, jamming my phone straight back into my pocket before reaching for my helmet and quickly wrestling the sock out of Smooch’s mouth, much to his dismay. I kiss the fucker on the head and promise to make it up to him before hightailing it out of my home and onto my bike, kicking it over almost in the same second.
I take off at the speed of light, reaching Hunter’s apartment complex in just minutes, driving up onto the sidewalk and cutting the engine right by the main entrance before flying through the door, not even giving myself a moment to take off my helmet. If this asshole really is in trouble, then I need to move my ass. Who knows what kind of bullshit could have found its way to his doorstep.
A million different scenarios race through my head as I forgo the elevator to run up the stairs, taking them two at a time until I reach the fourth floor.
I peer up ahead, and my breath catches when I see his door open. Hunter would never leave his door open like that. It leaves him vulnerable, and that’s the one thing he would never allow.
Picking up my pace, I storm down the hall, and as I pass Lyra’s door, I’m not too ashamed to say that for just a moment, the thought crosses my mind that Hunter could wait just a few minutes while I nail this feisty little thing against the back of her door, but she’s likely still at the bar for the night, and that very thought keeps me moving.
I take the few extra steps down the hall, and the second I step into Hunter’s open doorway, I come to a screeching halt.
Uhhhh . . . okay. Not exactly what I was expecting, but I can work with this.
Finding my best friend strapped down to one of his dining chairs in the middle of the living room with his cock hanging loose puts me on edge. I do a quick sweep, checking him from head to toe, making sure he’s not about to bleed out, and once I determine that he’s physically okay, my gaze shoots around the room, searching for the threat I must have missed, because how else would he have gotten into this situation?
Quickly determining that we’re alone, I focus my attention back on Hunter, a slow smile beginning to spread across my lips.
“Don’t fucking start,” Hunter warns and shakes his head, not looking impressed. “Cut me loose.”
I’m already reaching for my phone, unable to contain my excitement. “Oh, hell no,” I say, searching through my music and hitting play on “Womanizer” by the one and only Britney Spears. “I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment.”
“Maddox.”
My hips start to move, and I begin dancing, rolling my body like a stripper. “I always knew you wanted all this,” I tell him, giving a hundred and ten percent to the cause while pretending to lick my thumb and roll it down my body, though the lick is all messed up with my helmet on. But damn, I’m glad I stuck with the decision to wear a muscle tee this morning. One should never underestimate the power of a little man-side-pec. Personally, if Hunter swung that way, I know he’d be an arms man.
My dance moves bring me closer, and he clenches his jaw. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”
I pull out my best hip action, just two seconds from dropping to my knees and crawling like the woman in the clubs, not that I’ve ever experienced that . . . much. “This is the best day of my life.”
Hunter glares at me and looks as though he’s about to commit a felony, but while Britney sings, there’s nothing he can do but wait it out. He huffs and looks away, but I grab his chin and force his stare back to me, a grin cutting across my lips. “Uh-huh, eyes on me, baby.”
I laugh to myself, and when the chorus hits, I point toward him, moving in backward before rolling my body over him, my helmeted face hovering just an inch away from him. “I’m really going to kill you,” he grunts as I have the time of my life.
“You could try, but you don’t got it in ya to pull the trigger,” I say as he has no choice but to sit back and enjoy the show. “Besides, who’s gonna give you hot lap dances if I’m not around?”