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)
He empties himself inside of me, and only once I’m crashing back into reality do they ease up, slowing their movements until the stars stop dancing in my vision. Maddox pulls out of me, and I grip onto his strong arms as he settles me back to my feet, making sure I’m balanced while Hunter slowly eases out of me, still holding my hip to make sure he doesn’t hurt me.
“You good?” he breathes.
I collapse back against his massive chest, and his arm instinctively wraps around me, holding me tight. “So good.”
His lips brush across my cheek as I stare up at Maddox, making sure he’s not jealous, but he just watches me with his best friend as though he’s getting ready for the best party of his life.
“So, what’s it going to be, Savage?” Maddox asks. “Are you kicking him out, or are we all going into your bedroom? Because if you really want to fuck us both, then it’s time to show you how good it really gets.”
My brow arches. “Better than what just happened?”
Hunter scoffs, his fingers tightening on my body. “You haven’t even scratched the surface of what we could do to you, princess. Say the fucking word, and we’ll have you screaming until your throat bleeds.”
Well shit.
My chest heaves as I glance back up at Maddox, my hand unconsciously grabbing hold of Hunter’s and holding tight. “Are you really good with this? You don’t mind sharing?”
Maddox shakes his head. “Trust me, Savage, as much as I want to keep you to myself, watching you take us both . . . fuck. Nothing compares to that.”
I nod and turn, looking up at Hunter. “This doesn’t change anything,” I tell him. “I still hate you.”
He grins, grasping my chin and holding my stare with his. “You can hate me all you want, but I guarantee, while I’m eating that sweet little cunt, you’ll still be screaming my name.”
Fuck. Why does the idea of doing this over and over again have me so damn excited? I should tell Hunter to fuck off and get back to working my roster, but the words are incapable of flying out of my mouth.
I want this. I want to experience them both all night. I want to feel the way they work me, want them to bend me in every possible position and make me come while their cocks are buried inside of me. Does that make me a whore for them? Probably, but I don’t regret it one bit.
“Fine,” I say as they glance at each other over the top of my head, each wearing the most devious smirk. “But one of you is gonna have to order takeout, because something tells me this is going to be a long night.”
17
HUNTER
The sound of a camera shutter forces my eyes open to the early morning light bleeding through the window. “Hmmmm, what are you doing?” I murmur, looking up at Lyra to find her straddled over my hips, wearing one of Maddox’s shirts with a camera sitting steady between her small hands.
Lyra doesn’t respond, just takes a few more photos of me before turning her attention on Maddox next to us. Her camera flashes, taking photo after photo, and as she watches my best friend through the lens, I can’t help but notice the way the corner of her lips pull into a small smile.
My hand falls to her bare knee and slowly slides up to the top of her thigh until she shifts her attention back to me, only this time, her camera sits down around her waist.
“You really like him, huh?”
She glances over at Maddox again, that smile pulling just a little tighter before she nods. “Yeah, I think I do,” she whispers, trying not to wake him. Though considering she has no problem using me as a human chair, I doubt she cares how many hours of sleep I get.
“You’re not gonna hurt him, are you?”
Lyra shakes her head, her gaze shifting back to me. “I’m not planning on it,” she says, adjusting herself over me, preparing to leave. “But between you and me, if anyone is going to hurt him, it’s gonna be you.”
My brows pinch, and before I can question her, she climbs off me and strides out of her room, taking the camera with her. “Woah, hold the fuck up,” I whisper-yell, flying out of her bed and following after her.
She strides across her living room and into the small kitchen before reaching for the pantry door, only when she steps inside and completely disappears, my brows furrow. She closes the door after her, and I just gape toward the kitchen.
Where the fuck did she go? Our apartments are identical. Same floorplan. Same kitchen. Same cramped excuse for a bathroom. My pantry isn’t big enough to fit a foot-long sub, let alone completely disappear inside of it. Yet Lyra just walked through and vanished like it was a fucking portal.