Page 58 of How To Catch A Killer … And Date His Best Friend

Maddox laughs across from me as they both make their selections.

Maddox: Counter

Hannah Montana: Counter

My head snaps up at Maddox. “Really? The counter? I thought hot shower sex was the obvious choice.”

“Not even close, Savage,” he says, pushing up onto his elbow to see me better. “Bending you over and watching the way that tight little cunt takes me. I’m rock hard just thinking about it. Shower sex is hot, and I’m never gonna say no if it’s on offer, but if I had the choice to bend you over, it’s a certified guarantee. Counter. Always the counter.”

I laugh and peel myself off the ground before crossing my small apartment and climbing over him until I’m straddling his hips. “You’re insane.”

“Don’t believe me?”

I laugh. “Not for a second.”

Maddox nods toward my phone, his eyes sparkling with a silent challenge, that overwhelming confidence driving me wild with need. “Ask him.”

I let out a breath and roll my eyes before hashing out a new text to the psycho killer next door.

Lyra: Why the counter?

The little text bubbles appear almost instantly, and within seconds Hunter’s response comes through.

Hannah Montana: Why not the counter?

Hannah Montana: You clearly haven’t seen the way your tight little cunt takes my cock.

I laugh as I start responding, before immediately cutting myself off, realizing that I’m laughing out loud at something Hunter Cole said, and that’s simply not okay.

“Okay,” I tell Maddox, rolling my eyes. “You might have a point.”

“The sooner you come to the realization that I’m always right, the better.”

My hips automatically grind against Maddox, and he instinctively takes my thigh in his big hand as I shamelessly open a new poll, not hesitating to post it. Hypothetically, if Lyra wanted a hot, steamy threesome in the shower, are we down, or is sharing not in the cards?

Maddox’s phone chimes with the new notification, and I look up as he scoops it off the couch and glances at the poll, his brow slowly arching as he glances up at me. A cocky smirk stretches across his full lips as he grasps my thigh tighter. “Your wish is my command, baby. You want us both?”

I shrug my shoulders. “I want you, but . . . there’s no denying how fun it would be.”

Maddox nods. “You like to play like that?”

I bite down on my bottom lip, a hunger swelling deep within me at the possibility of this happening. “Oh, I like to play.”

Hannah Montana: You’ve been fantasizing about me and Maddox taking you up against the shower wall, Savage? Just say the word. You know I’m not going to say no.

I bark out another laugh and grin to myself as my thumb races across my phone.

Lyra: Don’t get ahead of yourself. It’s only Maddox I’ve been fantasizing about. The third doesn’t really matter. I could pick up some random guy from Black Velvet. I’ll pencil it in for tomorrow. You should do yourself a favor and be anywhere but here. Wouldn’t want you listening to all the fun you could have been having through the wall while you sit all alone in your room with your cock in your hand. Friction burn is a real issue. Try not to jerk that thing too much.

Hannah Montana: Fuck you and that sweet little cunt.

Maddox grins. “Fuck, Savage. Really living up to your nickname tonight,” he tells me. “You’re gonna give him the worst case of blue balls known to man.”

“If I weren’t making Hunter Cole suffer, then I’m not doing my job right.”

Maddox drops his phone and shifts his hands to my hips, grinding me against him. “Is that so?”

“Oh yeah.”