Page 53 of How To Catch A Killer … And Date His Best Friend

Unsure what I’m actually about to find, I roll off my couch, taking my ice cream with me, and as I drag my feet, another knock sounds through my apartment. I let out a sigh. “Yeah, yeah. I’m coming. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

Reaching the door, I start unbolting it and the moment I grab the handle and swing the door wide, I immediately wish I hadn’t.

Hunter stands to my right, his arms crossed over his wide chest looking as though just the sheer knowledge of my existence is offending him, while Maddox stands to the left, his shoulder jammed against the doorframe and an amused smirk playing on his lips.

Well, fuck.

This is not even a little of what I was expecting.

For a second, I just stare, my jaw hanging open as my spoon hovers somewhere in the air. And then I just blink, because there goes my pocket full of sunshine, right along with the little remaining scraps of my sanity.

How the hell am I supposed to explain this?

“Uuhmmmmm.”

Maddox comes to my rescue, taking point on this particular shitshow. “Hey Savage, remember how I told you I had a friend who lived just down the hall?” he questions. “You might have failed to mention that you were already fucking him.”

My gaze sails over his body, taking in the muscle tee that shows off his arms and chest, and damn it, I’m more than distracted. This is a good look for him. Actually, good doesn’t even begin to do it justice. He’s a fucking snack that I need to sink my teeth into.

I bite down on my bottom lip, a wave of hunger pulsing through me as a needy groan slips from my lips.

“Focus, Savage,” Maddox says, looking right back at me, that signature cocky smirk doing wicked things to me, but the way his gaze darkens, he looks like he’s about ready to devour me, and I’m here for it.

“I, ummm . . . shit.”

I blow out my cheeks, studiously ignoring Hunter on the right, and more specifically the death glare that seems to be laser focused on the side of my face. “I can explain,” I tell Maddox, trying to keep focused, but honestly, it’s hard. “You’ll probably find it funny.”

“Kinda doubting that right now.”

I roll my eyes and huff, not in the mood to handle anyone’s emotional outbursts.

“Okay,” I start, my gaze bouncing between them once, twice, and then a third time. “In my defense, I had no idea that Hunter lived in this building and was the friend that you kept talking about. That little shred of upsetting information was only discovered a few hours ago.”

“Upsetting?” Hunter quips. “Didn’t seem upsetting while you were grinding on my cock twenty minutes ago.”

Maddox huffs as though he’s jealous, but I keep my stare on Hunter. “You’re right, upsetting is the wrong word for it. How about a colossal disappointment? That work for you?”

His face twitches, and I can all but see the retort on his lips. “You seem frustrated. Need me to work it out of your system? Again?”

God, I hate him.

Frustration burns through me, and I glare at the asshole. “How is it possible for one single brain dead cunt-waffle to be such a walking restraining order?”

“I’m sorry. Did you just call me a cunt-waffle?”

Maddox snorts a laugh, and I point at him with my spoon. “Don’t encourage his bullshit.”

“Shit, sorry, Savage. It’s way too late for that.”

Hunter looks pleased with himself, and I have to keep myself from slapping the smugness off his stupidly gorgeous face. God, why do they both have to be so tall? This is such a clusterfuck.

“Okay,” I say. “You guys want answers?”

“Please,” Maddox says.

I roll my eyes and let out a sigh. “I met Hunter first—”

“That’s unfortunate.”