Page 92 of How To Catch A Killer … And Date His Best Friend

They’re both shirtless, a light sheen of sweat coating their strong bodies. Their cheeks are a little red, and goddamn, those loose basketball shorts that hang dangerously low on their hips are nothing short of a gift from the heavens above.

These assholes really were just out for a run.

They hover in the open door, both looking at me with matching smug grins, knowing exactly what was about to go down. Maddox steps past me, pausing to drop a kiss on my cheek. “Fuck, you’re sexy when you’re mad.”

I roll my eyes and glare at Hunter as he closes the door, not daring to take his eyes off me. “That was a good one. Took the bastard out with his own gun.”

He strides past me, not missing a beat, and I whip around as a gasp tears from the back of my throat. “Wait. What?” Hunter just laughs as he keeps walking away, knowing he’s just sent my world into complete chaos, because now I don’t know if they’re hot and sweaty from actually being on a run, or if this was all part of their cover story. Who knows, maybe they’ve been secretly hooking up and that’s what’s got their cheeks flushed.

The image lands in my brain, and my brow arches. Now that is an image that will be safely filed away for those times that call for desperate measures.

Twenty minutes later, I’m sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter, leaning back against my palms as Maddox lies sprawled on the couch, lost in thought.

Hunter sits on the armchair, his feet kicked up on the coffee table, half watching the game while keeping the other half of his attention locked on the blade in his hand. He’s been sharpening the thing for the past ten minutes, and his technique is putting me on edge. Even while sharpening, he handles it with the kind of skill that doesn’t come around often. Hell, he might even be better than me. With the blade, that is. Every other insane facet of this crazy career, I’ve got in the bag.

My gaze rests on Maddox, and as he senses my stare, he glances up, his chin lifting with a slight nod as he takes me in. “Good, Savage?”

“Whatcha thinking about?”

His brow arches, and when a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips, I immediately regret asking. “Honestly, I was just debating whether you could get off if your clit was out of action.”

Hunter laughs to himself as I stare down Maddox, concerned about why my clit would suddenly be out of action. “Are you planning on doing something to my clit that I should know about?”

Maddox laughs. “Nothing that you wouldn’t approve of,” he murmurs. “But consider my interest officially piqued. Say your clit just . . . fell off. Is that it for you?”

“Oh yeah,” I say with a scoff. “If my clit just magically fell off, my days of coming are long gone.”

Hunter looks up from the blade, his gaze narrowed on me. “Bullshit.”

“I don’t think you understand just how heavily I rely on it to come. It’s like a little magic button that just makes everything better. Bad day? No fear, my clit is here.”

Maddox sits up on the couch, watching me intently. “You ever put that theory to the test?”

My brows furrow, and I shake my head. “Ummm . . . no. I don’t need to. I just know.”

Suddenly Maddox is standing, inching toward me. “What I’m hearing is that this is uncharted waters. Or should I say, untapped treasure.”

I roll my eyes, watching him slowly get closer. “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not going to work.”

He lights up as though that was all the approval he needs and suddenly he’s standing right in front of me, those big hands on my thighs as he stares so deeply into my eyes I can all but feel him in my soul. “What I’m thinking is that you just threw down one hell of a challenge.”

That gets Hunter’s attention, and within seconds, he’s on his feet, creeping toward me like a lion going in for the kill, jumping straight on board with Maddox’s one-track mind.

“I didn’t throw down a damn thing,” I tell them, trying to keep one eye on Maddox while still watching the wild predator striding toward me.

Hunter walks into the kitchen, moving around the back of the island counter, standing directly at my back. Maddox lifts his gaze from mine, meeting Hunter’s stare over my shoulder.

Butterflies soar through my stomach and when Hunter’s fingers brush across my waist, my body begins to tremble. I have no idea what they think is about to go down, but I am so here for it.

Maddox’s heated stare returns to mine. “Baby, we’re about to open your eyes to a whole world of new possibilities.”

I scoff. “Without touching my clit?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Not going to lie, I like the sound of that, but there’s no way you can pull it off. Not even tag-teaming me. It’s not possible.”

Hunter leans in, his fingers skimming up the length of my arm before closing around my throat. He pulls me back against him, tilting my chin and turning my head until his lips are brushing against mine. “Are you prepared to risk your life on that?”