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)
Maddox looks between me and Hunter, his gaze narrowed with a deep suspicion. “Ended that guy’s what?”
Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck. What have I done?
I cringe, certain Hunter is going to have something to say about this, but when I look up at him, he’s grinning back at me. His eyes dance with amusement as his gaze slices toward his best friend, looking as casual as ever. “She knows.”
Maddox’s eyes widen in shock. “SHE FUCKING KNOWS?”
“Wait,” I say, looking between them both before focusing on Maddox. “You know too?”
“Of course I fucking know,” Maddox says. “He’s my best friend. I knew just about the same moment he did. And between you and me, nobody is better than him. You’ve gotta see him take a shot. Near perfect accuracy every time.”
“What the fuck?” I say in horror. “And we’re all just okay with this?”
Both guys shrug as though it’s not a big deal, and I just gape at them. “This is actually insane, you know that, right?” I say, starting to pace through the entrance of my apartment before stopping and staring at Hunter. “You know the whole city is searching for you, right? They’re calling a meeting next week.”
Hunter nods. “Oh yeah. Sounds like a blast. We were planning on attending.”
“They’re going to invoke a city-wide curfew because of you,” I say. “Do you have any idea how bad that’s going to be for my business?”
Hunter cringes. “Yeah, I figured, but you’ll be okay. They can’t enforce a curfew for long. Besides, a curfew is great for my business. Less witnesses.”
I shake my head. “You are unbelievable.”
He winks. “See, I knew you’d catch on.”
Maddox pulls me in closer, his big hand flexing on my waist. “Can we get back on track here?” he asks. “Now that we’ve determined that Hunter is delusional and you only want me, I just have one more extremely important question.”
I glance up at him, my brow arched, already knowing I’m going to regret this. “What’s that?”
“Who’s got a bigger cock?”
I sputter, my jaw hanging open as I pull out of his hold.
“You see that?” Hunter says. “She’s trying to work it out by remembering just how far down her throat I came.”
Maddox stiffens in front of me, his gaze blasting against mine like an accusation before looking over at his best friend. “Wait. You fucked her mouth?”
Hunter shrugs a shoulder. “More like she fucked my cock with her mouth.”
Maddox exhales, slowly shaking his head as though personally offended, and when a slow grin spreads across his face, I brace myself for whatever fresh bullshit is about to fly out of his mouth. “She might know how you taste, brother. But I know how sweet she tastes.”
Ahh fuck.
Hunter just smirks. “Sweet, isn’t it?”
Maddox gasps in outrage, throwing his hands up in surrender as he starts pacing the hallway. “Jesus fucking Christ. Where’s the justice?”
I can’t help but laugh as I step out of my doorway after him. “You want justice?” I say, stepping into him and sliding my fingers beneath the loose fabric of his shirt and brushing my nails across his strong abs. “Justice is knowing that between the two of you, you’re the one I’m going to invite inside. You’re the one I’m going to spend the rest of my night riding. Not him. While you’re buried deep inside of me, Hunter is going to be sitting all alone in his little apartment, listening to me scream your name through the wall while madly jerking off and crying himself to sleep.”
Maddox grins and glances at Hunter over the top of my head. “Can’t deny that she paints a good fucking picture.”
Hunter huffs. “Don’t I fucking know it.”
I laugh and reach for Maddox’s hand, and as I turn and look up at Hunter, I just smile. “Checkmate, motherfucker.”
I pull Maddox toward my door, and he falls straight in line, not willing to say a single word to screw this up, and as I pass Hunter, he just grins, watching me as though he couldn’t be more proud. “Oh, Sweet Savage. You haven’t seen nothing yet. The games are only just beginning.”
And with that, I step into my apartment and close the door behind us, knowing that before Hunter even has the chance to move away from it, my back will already be slammed against it.
16
LYRA
I’m sprawled on the floor of my apartment, looking over my laptop, trying to adjust next week’s messed-up roster. It’s been a wild few days. Since the moment the boys realized they had competition, they’ve been fighting for my attention, and just because I’m a spiteful, petty bitch with a mean streak, I’ve been giving every ounce of it to Maddox and then sitting back to watch the fallout.
Don’t get me wrong, Hunter hasn’t accepted it lying down. He’s fought for justice, and I hate to admit how good that makes me feel. Maddox is my loyal golden retriever, but Hunter is my unpredictable dark horse.