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)
Hunter scoffs. “Not possible. She likes me, she just doesn’t know it yet.”
I feel like an ass, but there’s no backing down this time. Hunter has always come first for me. He’s my boy. My best friend. I have always had his back. I want him to find the one. A girl he can have a life with. Someone who balances out his darkness. He needs that more than he will ever know, and that girl is out there somewhere, but it’s not Lyra. I’m not about to let this one slip through my fingers.
I scoff right back. “Hate to break it to you, man. She fucking despises you,” I tell him, rubbing salt in the wound, because why the hell not? “I should be thanking you. You’re the only reason she was so worked up that night. If it weren’t for you majorly dropping the ball, she never would have given me a chance.”
His stare narrows. “We’re not going to fight over a girl.”
“Hate to break it to ya, but this one is kinda worth it.”
“Fuck,” he grunts falling to the couch beside me. “She really is.”
“So what now?”
He grunts with amusement. “It’s pretty fucking simple. You stop seeing her.”
“Ain’t gonna happen.”
My best friend glances at me. “You really like her that much?”
I nod, more than ready to lay my cards out on the table. “I ain’t gonna lie,” I tell him, getting more vulnerable than I’ve ever been. “I’ve got it bad, and judging by the fact that you haven’t even attempted to step back, you do too.”
“Well,” he says, dragging a hand down his face. “Fuck.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
I lean back and exhale. This isn’t exactly the way I thought my night was going to go, but now that we’re here, there’s not a lot either of us can do about it. Though there is one thing we can do, something tells me it’s not going to end well for either of us.
15
LYRA
Idig my spoon deep into the chocolate ice cream before delivering it right into my mouth. I’ve been going at this for the last twenty minutes, trying to swallow my feelings about the fact that I just got all down and dirty with a killer.
There’s no question about it anymore. It’s certified. I am actually insane, because what other option is there? I have to be losing my mind. What kind of well-rounded woman voluntarily lets a killer rail her the way he did, and not only that, but then goes back for seconds?
I should book in for a psych consult.
I’m almost halfway through the pint of ice cream, sprawled out on my couch when a knock sounds at my door, and I pause, my spoon halfway to my mouth. The knock immediately puts me on edge. There’s only one person that’s going to be. After all, anybody else coming to visit me would have to be buzzed in at the main entrance, everybody except someone who already lives in the building . . . or somebody with the passcode.
Hunter fucking Cole, come for revenge.
Unsure what I’m actually about to find, I roll off my couch, taking my ice cream with me, and as I drag my feet, another knock sounds through my apartment. I let out a sigh. “Yeah, yeah. I’m coming. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”
Reaching the door, I start unbolting it and the moment I grab the handle and swing the door wide, I immediately wish I hadn’t.
Hunter stands to my right, his arms crossed over his wide chest looking as though just the sheer knowledge of my existence is offending him, while Maddox stands to the left, his shoulder jammed against the doorframe and an amused smirk playing on his lips.
Well, fuck.
This is not even a little of what I was expecting.
For a second, I just stare, my jaw hanging open as my spoon hovers somewhere in the air. And then I just blink, because there goes my pocket full of sunshine, right along with the little remaining scraps of my sanity.
How the hell am I supposed to explain this?
“Uuhmmmmm.”
Maddox comes to my rescue, taking point on this particular shitshow. “Hey Savage, remember how I told you I had a friend who lived just down the hall?” he questions. “You might have failed to mention that you were already fucking him.”
My gaze sails over his body, taking in the muscle tee that shows off his arms and chest, and damn it, I’m more than distracted. This is a good look for him. Actually, good doesn’t even begin to do it justice. He’s a fucking snack that I need to sink my teeth into.
I bite down on my bottom lip, a wave of hunger pulsing through me as a needy groan slips from my lips.
“Focus, Savage,” Maddox says, looking right back at me, that signature cocky smirk doing wicked things to me, but the way his gaze darkens, he looks like he’s about ready to devour me, and I’m here for it.