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 smirks at me, his eyes sparkling like diamonds. “Is it socially acceptable to say ‘told ya’ in a situation like this?”
Hunter scoff. “Get fucked. You didn’t do shit. You were too busy getting your dick sucked. That was all me.”
A laugh barks out of me, but Maddox just grins. “And it was worth every fucking second.”
My elbow slams straight into his ribs, and he groans as a loud laugh tears from his chest, and before I know it, I’m hauled off the mattress and sat up on his hips. “So,” he says, “at what point do we collect our prize?”
I roll my eyes as I brace my hands against his strong stomach, my chest swelling with something so unbelievably foreign to me, and as I stare down at Maddox, and then to Hunter, I realize this is so much more than anything I ever anticipated. I’m in love with them. Both of them.
Fuck.
That wasn’t supposed to happen. I’ve always been open to falling for someone, open to the idea of starting a life with a man who could handle me just right, but I wasn’t prepared for this. Especially not when these two men are more like me in every way possible.
There’s no way this could end well.
“Shit,” I say, a heaviness settling on my shoulders.
Sensing a shift, Maddox reaches up and brushes the hair off my face, his hazel green eyes softening as he watches me. “What is it?”
I shake my head, not sure if I’m ready to have this conversation. “It’s nothing,” I say, trying to shrug it off.
“Don’t do that,” Hunter says. “Holding back never got us anywhere.”
Damn. I hate it when Hunter, of all people, is right.
“Savage,” Maddox murmurs. “Tell us.”
“I just . . .” I let out a heavy sigh, trying to figure out how to word this without fucking it up. “This is turning into more than I anticipated, and I don’t know what to do with that.”
Hunter is immediately on the defense, his body stiffening as though waiting for a threat. “What are you saying, Lyra? Is it too much for you? You want out?”
My eyes widen in horror, and I quickly realize that my attempt to explain myself has gone up in flames. “No, not at all,” I hurry out. “That’s not what I’m trying to say. The opposite, actually.”
Maddox’s brows furrow as his hands skim across my thighs, always needing that physical touch, while Hunter is the complete opposite, more than happy not to always be all over me. As long as he’s in reaching distance, he’s content.
“You’re really going to have to lay this one out for us, babe.”
Shit.
I take a breath and hold it for just a second, unsure why I suddenly feel so vulnerable. “What I’m trying to say,” I start, talking way too slow, and not knowing where or who to look at, “is that . . . I don’t want this to end. I think I’m maybe . . . falling for both of you, and I know I didn’t win that stupid little bet, but what are the chances you guys are down with keeping things the way they are?”
Hunter sits up against the headboard, the sheet barely covering him as he holds my stare. “Are you happy, Lyra?”
His question throws me off, and it takes me a second before I’m able to respond. “Yes. I am.”
“If you’re happy, and you’re okay with this, then I’m okay.”
My brows pinch. “You’re okay with it? With me being with both of you?”
“I’m not a jealous man. Seeing you with Maddox doesn’t bother me because I see how fucking happy you both are. He’s my best friend, and if being with you is what he wants, then I won’t stand in the way of that.”
“Really?”
He nods and reaches for me, that big hand curling around the base of my throat and gently pulling me toward him. His lips brush against mine. “Just because you belong to him, that doesn’t mean that I’m going to give you up. You’re mine, no matter how many times you insist you hate me.”
A stupid smile pulls at my lips. “I really do hate you.”
“Uh-huh,” he murmurs, the same stupid smile appearing on his face as he braces a hand behind his head, showing off those perfect biceps. “I hate you too, Savage.”
Warmth spreads through me, and it doesn’t go unnoticed how quiet Maddox has been through all of this. I look back at him, almost terrified of what he might say. “Are you gonna burst my bubble?”
He shakes his head. “As long as you’re still coming home to me every night, riding my cock, and looking at me like I hung the fucking moon, then I’m not going to make you choose. I don’t need anything to change in order to be fulfilled by whatever the fuck this is. I want you, Lyra, and if that means we’ve gotta be a package deal, then I’m okay with that.”