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)
The boys share a glance, and without a single word spoken between them, they’re somehow already on the same wavelength. “If we get you off,” Hunter says, a too-sure confidence in his tone that warns me to tread lightly, “then you show us your black book.”
I pull back, holding his stare for just a moment before glancing at Maddox and seeing that same intrigue.
My black book is my life. It’s a list of every kill I’ve ever made. Time and date. Location. Weapon, and any detail of how the hit came under my radar. It’s filled with my contacts, my hideouts, my emergency escape plans. It’s not something I would ever hand over willingly, but when it comes to Maddox and Hunter, it’s not something I feel I need to hide. I trust them.
“Okay,” I say, a slow grin stretching across my face, “and when you inevitably lose?”
Maddox scoffs. “We won’t.”
“But if you do?”
“You tell us, Lyra,” Hunter says. “What do you want?”
I press my lips into a hard line. “I want to not have to choose.”
He shakes his head. “That’s not how a bet works, Savage.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I clarify. “If I win, and you two suckers can’t get me across the finish line, then I’m officially not choosing. I want you both . . . despite your inability to get me off. I’ll overlook that disgustingly insulting facet of your being.”
Maddox scoffs, ignoring my last comment, and focusing on the first—the one that truly counts. “Both?” Maddox asks.
I meet his stare over Hunter’s shoulder. “Mm-hmm.”
The boys share a glance that only lasts a second, but it’s gone before I can read into it. Hunter huffs and tightens his hold on my ass. “Come on, Savage. It doesn’t matter anyway because I don’t lose.”
I scoff and fix him with a hard stare. “In the past few weeks, I can count multiple times where you have lost, Hunter Cole.”
He smirks, knowing damn well I’m referring to the time I bested him on a contract. “And if I told you I let you win in order to draw you out?”
“Then I’d say you’re a rotten liar,” I tell him. “Now, make haste, sir. A clit-less orgasm awaits nobody.”
26
LYRA
Hunter carries me down the hall, his grip firm beneath my ass as the heat of his body seeps through to mine, the anticipation shifting in the air around us.
Hunter’s lips come down on mine as he takes me closer to the main bedroom, and I scrunch my fingers into his strong back, never having been so happy for the boys to remain shirtless after their run.
His lips are intoxicating, and my body buzzes as he kicks open the door, the wood all but splintering against the wall.
The late afternoon light trickles through the thin blinds in golden streams, dancing across our skin as Hunter moves through the room. He throws me down on the bed, and I stare up at them, shirtless and unholy in every wicked way, as my chest heaves with the anticipation of what’s to come.
Then as if on cue, the boys make their move at the same time, Maddox going to the left of the big bed while Hunter veers right.
My breath catches when Maddox grips my ankles and drags me right toward him. I’m perched on the edge of the bed as he towers over me and takes my chin, lifting it until my stare collides with his. Then suddenly I’m on my feet, my heels planted into the mattress, bringing us almost to the same height.
My heart races, and he doesn’t dare look away as his fingers trail down my body, not stopping until they’re hooked into the waistband of my pants. Slowly, he drags the fabric down my legs, the cool air in the room brushing my thighs and making me shiver. But that could have everything to do with the way he’s staring at me with nothing but pure heat and desire.
The mattress dips behind me, and I glance back over my shoulder to find Hunter on his knees, his warm hands skimming up my thighs with such slow, intentional brushes it leaves my skin prickling from his touch.
A soft moan slips from my lips, and when his hand skims higher, shifting to my inner thigh, everything starts to tremble. “Fuck,” I breathe, quickly realizing that I’m in trouble here.
They’re not going to fuck me hard and fast. They’re not bringing their usual egos to this party. This is going to be slow. Tantalizing. They’re going to take their time and make me feel every ounce of pleasure until I’ve got nothing left to give.
Hunter’s hand inches higher until it’s cupped right between my legs, giving just enough pressure to drive me wild, and I grind down against his touch, needing so much more. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk,” he says, moving his fingers away before I break the one and only rule we set for this insane little challenge.