Page 94 of How To Catch A Killer … And Date His Best Friend

“Then I’d say you’re a rotten liar,” I tell him. “Now, make haste, sir. A clit-less orgasm awaits nobody.”

26

LYRA

Hunter carries me down the hall, his grip firm beneath my ass as the heat of his body seeps through to mine, the anticipation shifting in the air around us.

Hunter’s lips come down on mine as he takes me closer to the main bedroom, and I scrunch my fingers into his strong back, never having been so happy for the boys to remain shirtless after their run.

His lips are intoxicating, and my body buzzes as he kicks open the door, the wood all but splintering against the wall.

The late afternoon light trickles through the thin blinds in golden streams, dancing across our skin as Hunter moves through the room. He throws me down on the bed, and I stare up at them, shirtless and unholy in every wicked way, as my chest heaves with the anticipation of what’s to come.

Then as if on cue, the boys make their move at the same time, Maddox going to the left of the big bed while Hunter veers right.

My breath catches when Maddox grips my ankles and drags me right toward him. I’m perched on the edge of the bed as he towers over me and takes my chin, lifting it until my stare collides with his. Then suddenly I’m on my feet, my heels planted into the mattress, bringing us almost to the same height.

My heart races, and he doesn’t dare look away as his fingers trail down my body, not stopping until they’re hooked into the waistband of my pants. Slowly, he drags the fabric down my legs, the cool air in the room brushing my thighs and making me shiver. But that could have everything to do with the way he’s staring at me with nothing but pure heat and desire.

The mattress dips behind me, and I glance back over my shoulder to find Hunter on his knees, his warm hands skimming up my thighs with such slow, intentional brushes it leaves my skin prickling from his touch.

A soft moan slips from my lips, and when his hand skims higher, shifting to my inner thigh, everything starts to tremble. “Fuck,” I breathe, quickly realizing that I’m in trouble here.

They’re not going to fuck me hard and fast. They’re not bringing their usual egos to this party. This is going to be slow. Tantalizing. They’re going to take their time and make me feel every ounce of pleasure until I’ve got nothing left to give.

Hunter’s hand inches higher until it’s cupped right between my legs, giving just enough pressure to drive me wild, and I grind down against his touch, needing so much more. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk,” he says, moving his fingers away before I break the one and only rule we set for this insane little challenge.

I groan, but it’s forgotten almost immediately when he pinches the delicate fabric of my thong and slowly drags it down my thighs, leaving me bare and exposed. Hunter takes my hips from behind and leans in until his lips skim across the curve of my ass, and just when I think he’s about to kiss me there, he opens his mouth and gently bites.

My breath catches in my throat, my eyes widening as a thrill shoots through my body.

“Shit,” I gasp, my hips jolting from the sweet sensation.

Maddox grins. “Savage, we’ve barely even touched you,” he murmurs, dropping his hand low to my inner thigh and trailing it higher, teasing me but never quite touching me where I want him. “Look at you. Already trembling.”

His voice is rough with a silent promise, doing wild things to my body, and as Hunter’s hand wraps around my waist and trails up over my chest to my throat, I look back over my shoulder just in time to capture his lips in mine.

My body arches back against him as Maddox inches in closer, his long, thick fingers finding my entrance and pushing inside. I grind down against him, but he’s quick to adjust the position of his hand, keeping the heel of his palm just out of reach of my needy clit.

I groan with desperation, but his fingers start moving inside of me, slowly working on my walls as Hunter’s hands roam over my body, trailing down the curve of my ass and firmly squeezing before inching lower and finding my entrance, just as Maddox had.

He pushes his fingers inside, mixing with my wetness and I gasp at the feel of both of them inside me when Hunter drags his fingers back toward my ass.

He pushes, giving just enough pressure and teasing me there, when he breaks our kiss and lets his warm lips trail down to the curve of my neck.

I grasp onto Maddox, clinging to him in order to keep myself standing as they work me with their fingers, and I struggle to catch my breath.

My eyelids flutter, the overwhelming pleasure already working through my body and lighting me up from within. They’ve barely even started, and I’m already a mess. I should have known better than to challenge them on this.

Maddox splits his fingers inside me, and my knees go weak, all but falling out from under me as Hunter holds me up. “You can take it, Savage,” Maddox murmurs, and I tilt my head, opening up more for Hunter’s lips on my neck.

My fingers twitch, wanting to reach for my clit, but I fight against the urge. “God. Please,” I groan.

Maddox leans into me, his lips gently brushing over mine as he rules my body with his skilled fingers, curling deeper and stretching me. I gasp into his mouth just as Hunter’s hand skims over my tits, his fingers pinching down on my nipple just hard enough to make me whimper, the sensation shooting hot bursts of pleasure straight through to my core.

“Oh, fuck.” I rock against Maddox’s hand, desperate to feel that friction as Hunter’s other hand presses against my ass. “You’re killing me.”

Maddox grins, wicked and wild, when he slowly pulls his fingers free, leaving me empty and trembling. “Not yet, Savage. We’re only just getting started.”