Page 59 of How To Catch A Killer … And Date His Best Friend

I go to say something else, when the sound of She Hates Me by Puddle of Mud comes blasting through the walls, loud enough for the whole complex to hear, and I just grin down at Maddox as my hips really start grinding over him.

Lyra: Glad you’re finally getting the picture.

Hannah Montana: Don’t be fooled, Savage. I will fuck that sweet little cunt, and when I do, you’ll be begging me for it.

Putting my camera on video, I lift the hem of the shirt I’d stolen from Maddox last night and expose my naked body beneath, videoing the way my hips grind against Maddox before promptly hitting send in the chat.

Lyra: You mean this little cunt? Tell me, what exactly do you think you could do to it that your best friend hasn’t already spent all night doing?

Maddox blows out a breath, looking up at me with deep concern. “Baby, you’re playing with fire now.”

Tossing my phone away, I peel the shirt over my head before tossing it to the floor and leaning down to Maddox, my lips gently brushing over his. “Then it’s a good thing I love dancing in the flames.”

His hands grasp my naked body, roaming over me and claiming every inch of my skin as he captures my lips with his, kissing me deeply. A groan rumbles through his chest and before I know it, his hands are tightening on my ass and adjusting us until he’s seated up on the couch and I’m straddled over him.

Reaching down between us, I free that massive, pierced cock from his pants, and as the wild need rockets through me, I rise up on my knees, lining him up with my entrance. “Fuck, Savage. Don’t keep me waiting. Sink that pretty pussy down.”

A wicked grin stretches across my lips, and I suck in a breath as the tip of his cock brushes over my wetness. I sink a little, only taking the tip, and the pressure has me sucking in a gasp. “So, what’s it gonna be?” I ask, slowly beginning to lower myself. “Are you gonna take me to the shower and let me live out a wild fantasy?”

“You don’t even need to ask,” he tells me with a hiss as I completely drop down over him, that hard cock stretching me wide as my walls adjust around his size, pulsing around him. “But might I remind you, that fantasy was a party of three.”

I laugh as I grip his strong shoulder, bracing against him as I slowly begin to rock my hips, taking him deeper. “Oh, don’t you worry about that,” I murmur, leaning in against his lips. “Something tells me it’s only a matter of time.”

Maddox smiles, and without hesitation, he pushes up off the couch, lifting me with ease, and strides toward the bathroom. Before we make it down the hall, my front door crashes open, and we find Hunter standing there, his chest heaving as he stares us down, looking at me like he’s going to die if he doesn’t touch me.

Maddox just laughs and shakes his head as he strides toward the bathroom, his cock still buried deep inside me.

I watch Hunter over Maddox’s shoulder, his dark stare colliding with mine across the room. “Would you look at that?” I tease, my tongue rolling over my bottom lip, seeing the unfiltered need in his stare. “The devil sends a demon to ruin me, and I have him crippled with need before he can even touch me.”

Hunter clenches his jaw, still hovering in the doorway as Maddox strides into the bathroom. Holding me with only one hand, he uses the other to push his pants down past his hips before letting them fall away, and within seconds, my back slams against the cold shower tiles.

Maddox turns on the water, and it shoots out freezing cold, but it doesn’t matter. He grips my thigh and hoists it up, allowing him space to move, and damn it, he does. He drives that thick cock into me as the water slowly turns hot, steaming up the bathroom around us.

I cry out as he buries himself in me over and over, and when Hunter finally appears in the bathroom doorway, all I can do is grin, seeing that massive cock already braced in his fist. He slowly works himself from base to tip and with every thrust Maddox takes, the hunger only deepens. And it becomes more than clear that while I may hate the man, my body sure as hell doesn’t.

I want him, and I want him bad.

Hunter just watches, and as the steam thickens in the bathroom, I realize it’s only a matter of time before this particular fantasy outshines anything my mind could possibly dream up. Hunter groans, resistance flashing in his stare, but his willpower isn’t strong enough, and he snaps like a twig.

“Fuck it,” Hunter grunts, reaching over his head and gripping his shirt before yanking it off.

He tosses his shirt aside as Maddox pulls me off the shower wall and spins us to allow space for Hunter to move in behind me. Then I feel him there, his hands grasping my waist, and everything trembles within me.

Maddox falters as my walls tighten around him, but he doesn’t let up, continuing to drive me wild. Hunter leans in, his lips brushing past my ear. “You might have got me here, Savage, but I’m not fucking you until you beg me for it.”

I scoff, but it sounds more like a moan. “Then you better pull up a chair and start jerking that thing, because I’m not ever going to beg you.”

Hunter laughs, his hand reaching beneath me and brushing over my entrance, right where his best friend is buried nine inches deep. He pushes his fingers inside, stretching me even wider, before slowly pulling out and dragging back toward my ass. “You really think you could resist?” His fingers press against my hole right as Maddox thrusts, and I gasp, immediately pushing back against Hunter’s touch.

“Fuck.”

“What’s the matter, princess?” Hunter questions, doing it again. “Did you like that?”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

A groan slips from between my lips, and I cry out. “Whether you fuck me or not, I’ll still be coming on Maddox’s cock.”

Hunter pushes his fingers inside, gently pulsing as I feel his rock hard cock against my back. “Beg me.”