16. LYRA
LYRA
I ’m sprawled on the floor of my apartment, looking over my laptop, trying to adjust next week’s messed-up roster.
It’s been a wild few days. Since the moment the boys realized they had competition, they’ve been fighting for my attention, and just because I’m a spiteful, petty bitch with a mean streak, I’ve been giving every ounce of it to Maddox and then sitting back to watch the fallout.
Don’t get me wrong, Hunter hasn’t accepted it lying down. He’s fought for justice, and I hate to admit how good that makes me feel. Maddox is my loyal golden retriever, but Hunter is my unpredictable dark horse.
I want and crave them both. Yet at some point, I’m going to have to actually choose.
I’ve made a point to tell Hunter that there’s nothing between us, that it’s Maddox I want, but all three of us know I’m lying.
It’s obvious in the way my heart races when he’s near me, the way I catch my breath when his fingers brush my waist, or the way I stare at him like he’d burn the world just to protect me.
Maddox is the same, and despite his cocky, playboy nature, I’m starting to realize that there’s a darker side to him as well.
It comes and goes in little pieces, not quite giving me enough to truly understand the man inside.
He gets jealous, is overly protective, and every now and then, when Hunter reminds him just how deeply he claimed my throat, I swear he looks as though he could end him.
I should be running from them both. So why the hell can’t I get enough? Every moment they’re not here, I’m thinking about them, craving them, needing them. It’s getting insane. I can’t eat, sleep, or drink without one of them crossing my mind.
I’m a fucking mess.
I shake my head, trying to focus on the roster in front of me.
It usually takes thirty minutes at most, yet I’ve already spent three hours on it, and it’s starting to drive me crazy.
Today’s particular distraction is sponsored by one hell of a raunchy daydream featuring both Maddox and Hunter taking me in the shower, all soaped up and wet, the bathroom so steamed up that I could Titanic the shit out of the window.
Damn. Here I go again.
Another twenty minutes passes with me still sprawled on the ground, doing absolutely nothing, when my phone chimes beside me, relentlessly dragging me out of the best daydream I’ve ever had.
Grabbing my phone, I find a new text from Maddox, and my brows furrow as I glance up and spy him lying shamelessly across my couch, his feet kicked up looking like a snack with that perfect shirtless body on display.
I swear, unless this man is straddling his bike, he doesn’t understand the purpose of a shirt, but I’m not complaining.
It’s all part of the charm. Or it’s a manipulation tactic, and in that case, it’s absolutely working.
“What’s this?” I ask, my thumb hovering over the notification.
Maddox just grins, not willing to spoil whatever I’m about to find, and studiously focuses his attention on the phone in his hand.
Letting out a sigh, I open the notification, and a brand-new group chat appears before me.
Me. Maddox. And Hunter.
What could possibly go wrong?
The first text isn’t a text at all, but a poll specifically designed to rub Hunter the wrong way, so naturally, I’m here for it. The polling question: Should Maddox fuck Lyra raw now or later?
The options given are obviously now or later, and I grin as I select now. Hunter’s face appears under the poll, showing that he’s seen it, and he selects later before the little typing bubbles appear.
Hunter: She should be fucking me.
I roll my eyes and laugh to myself as I make some adjustment to the group chat, only for a new notification to pop up. You set the nickname for Hunter Cole as Hannah Montana.
He instantly responds.
Hannah Montana: Ummmm . . . wtf?
Lyra: Self-explanatory.
Hannah Montana: I don’t think so.
Lyra: Best of both worlds, psycho killer. You’re Hannah in the flesh, living a double life.
Hannah Montana: You’re fucking lucky I’m not there right now.
Lyra: Okay, Hannah.
Maddox chokes on a laugh. “Fuck me. And to think I was jealous that I didn’t have a nickname, but you know what? I think I’m good.”
I grin up at the delicious man meat sprawled on my couch. “Good call,” I say, before getting back to the really important things like creating a new poll. Should Maddox fuck me over my kitchen counter or get hot and heavy in the shower?
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.”
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?”