Page 51 of How To Catch A Killer … And Date His Best Friend

My dance moves bring me closer, and he clenches his jaw. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

I pull out my best hip action, just two seconds from dropping to my knees and crawling like the woman in the clubs, not that I’ve ever experienced that . . . much. “This is the best day of my life.”

Hunter glares at me and looks as though he’s about to commit a felony, but while Britney sings, there’s nothing he can do but wait it out. He huffs and looks away, but I grab his chin and force his stare back to me, a grin cutting across my lips. “Uh-huh, eyes on me, baby.”

I laugh to myself, and when the chorus hits, I point toward him, moving in backward before rolling my body over him, my helmeted face hovering just an inch away from him. “I’m really going to kill you,” he grunts as I have the time of my life.

“You could try, but you don’t got it in ya to pull the trigger,” I say as he has no choice but to sit back and enjoy the show. “Besides, who’s gonna give you hot lap dances if I’m not around?”

“There ain’t nothing hot about your belt grinding against my cock.”

I burst out laughing and give the guy a break. “Fine,” I chuckle, getting to my feet and taking the few short steps toward the couch and grabbing a cushion. I toss it at him and it smacks him directly in the chest before falling to his hips and covering his cock. “You never let me have any fun.”

“You call lap dancing for another man fun?”

“Fuck no,” I sputter, scooping up the discarded knife. “But knowing how uncomfortable you are, knowing there’s not a damn thing you can do about it, has me thinking there might just be a god after all. Besides, what are bros for? Unless you actually want to smash. I’ll take one for the team, but I’m gonna need some time to mentally prepare.”

Hunter groans and shakes his head. “Just cut me loose already.”

“What’s the rush? You ready to smash now?”

I laugh to myself as I stride back toward him and slice through the excessive amount of tape holding him down. There’s nothing I love more than fucking with Hunter Cole, and the fact that he had to call for help for this particular situation just makes it that much better. He’s never going to live this down, and he knows it.

After getting through one side and freeing a hand, Hunter immediately folds his dick back into his pants as I get to work on the other side. “You never told me how it went with that chick?” I ask, grunting as I hack through the tape. Whoever the fuck did this made sure he wasn’t getting free easily. “You ever work things out with her?”

Hunter scoffs and indicates his current situation. “How the fuck do you think it’s going? That little spitfire is the one who did this to me.”

I step back and look at him in a new light. Tied down with his cock out. Sounds like my kind of party. “Kinky. I like it.”

He lets out a sigh, telling me he’s done with my bullshit, and I finish cutting him loose before dropping onto the couch and watching him get to his feet. He rubs his wrists. “About this girl,” he says, eyeing me with caution.

Fuck. I know that tone. It’s the one he uses right before he’s about to ruin my day by shitting all over it. I’m immediately on edge, narrowing my stare on the bastard. “What about her?”

He takes a deep breath, watching me through a calculated stare, almost as though he’s waiting for me to attack. “She seems to know you.”

My face immediately scrunches up, before horror sets in. “Ahh shit. Don’t tell me I’ve already nailed your new girlfriend.”

He scoffs. “You have, but that’s not the problem.”

“The fuck is going on?” My mind starts reeling through the endless possibilities, making a list and crossing out the ones that won’t fit with the typical girl Hunter would fall at the knees for, and honestly, it narrows it right down to zero.

He hits me with silence. A lot of fucking silence, and then he takes another breath. “That girl you fucked out in the alley the other night, the one you said you’re head over dick in love with, she lives in this building, right?”

My brows pinch with unease. “Yeah. What about her?”

“Just across the hall?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s her name?”

I shake my head, starting to put all the pieces together, and honestly, I don’t like what I’m seeing. “No. There’s no fucking way,” I tell him. “Do not tell me it’s the same girl.”

“What’s her name?” he pushes.

Fuck.

I swallow my pride and fix him with a hard stare. “Lyra.”