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)
“There ain’t nothing hot about your belt grinding against my cock.”
I burst out laughing and give the guy a break. “Fine,” I chuckle, getting to my feet and taking the few short steps toward the couch and grabbing a cushion. I toss it at him and it smacks him directly in the chest before falling to his hips and covering his cock. “You never let me have any fun.”
“You call lap dancing for another man fun?”
“Fuck no,” I sputter, scooping up the discarded knife. “But knowing how uncomfortable you are, knowing there’s not a damn thing you can do about it, has me thinking there might just be a god after all. Besides, what are bros for? Unless you actually want to smash. I’ll take one for the team, but I’m gonna need some time to mentally prepare.”
Hunter groans and shakes his head. “Just cut me loose already.”
“What’s the rush? You ready to smash now?”
I laugh to myself as I stride back toward him and slice through the excessive amount of tape holding him down. There’s nothing I love more than fucking with Hunter Cole, and the fact that he had to call for help for this particular situation just makes it that much better. He’s never going to live this down, and he knows it.
After getting through one side and freeing a hand, Hunter immediately folds his dick back into his pants as I get to work on the other side. “You never told me how it went with that chick?” I ask, grunting as I hack through the tape. Whoever the fuck did this made sure he wasn’t getting free easily. “You ever work things out with her?”
Hunter scoffs and indicates his current situation. “How the fuck do you think it’s going? That little spitfire is the one who did this to me.”
I step back and look at him in a new light. Tied down with his cock out. Sounds like my kind of party. “Kinky. I like it.”
He lets out a sigh, telling me he’s done with my bullshit, and I finish cutting him loose before dropping onto the couch and watching him get to his feet. He rubs his wrists. “About this girl,” he says, eyeing me with caution.
Fuck. I know that tone. It’s the one he uses right before he’s about to ruin my day by shitting all over it. I’m immediately on edge, narrowing my stare on the bastard. “What about her?”
He takes a deep breath, watching me through a calculated stare, almost as though he’s waiting for me to attack. “She seems to know you.”
My face immediately scrunches up, before horror sets in. “Ahh shit. Don’t tell me I’ve already nailed your new girlfriend.”
He scoffs. “You have, but that’s not the problem.”
“The fuck is going on?” My mind starts reeling through the endless possibilities, making a list and crossing out the ones that won’t fit with the typical girl Hunter would fall at the knees for, and honestly, it narrows it right down to zero.
He hits me with silence. A lot of fucking silence, and then he takes another breath. “That girl you fucked out in the alley the other night, the one you said you’re head over dick in love with, she lives in this building, right?”
My brows pinch with unease. “Yeah. What about her?”
“Just across the hall?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s her name?”
I shake my head, starting to put all the pieces together, and honestly, I don’t like what I’m seeing. “No. There’s no fucking way,” I tell him. “Do not tell me it’s the same girl.”
“What’s her name?” he pushes.
Fuck.
I swallow my pride and fix him with a hard stare. “Lyra.”
“What are the chances there are two Lyras living on this floor?”
I shake my head again, unable to stop at this point. “Nope. No fucking way. This isn’t happening.”
“Oh, it’s happening,” he mutters, looking just as sick at the thought. “You got a picture of your girl?”
I nod, already digging my phone out of my pocket before scrolling through my gallery and finding the picture I’d taken right after fucking her raw in the alley. Passing my phone to Hunter, I find myself holding my breath, waiting for his response. He lets out a sigh. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“Shit.”
I drop heavily back to the couch, feeling dejected. But I try to put everything together. The night I met her out in the street, she was worked up and annoyed because some asshole had left her high and dry. And now looking at Hunter, it suddenly makes sense. She’s the girl he bailed on half way through their date. How the fuck didn’t I see that earlier?
“Break up with her,” I tell him straight.
“Fuck no,” he throws back. “I saw her first.”
“She’s not a fucking toy. You bailed on her and fucked it up, and now that I know exactly what kind of woman you bailed on, there’s no denying that there’s something seriously wrong with your head. Besides, she doesn’t even like you,” I remind him. “Take one for the team. Bow out. She’s into me now.”