The next few days were awkward for Myla. After the second day or so the headaches had gone, leaving only a slight tenderness where the lump had been.
Jared and Beck had been hanging out more at their house only leaving when it was late. All three men hovered around her convinced the concussion was worse than it seemed. It was driving her crazy. She barely had any privacy. To top it off, the sexual tension was ratcheting up to unbelievable heights. Every day it grew worse. She could see the desire and need for her in Beck's and Jared's eyes, and if she was honest, she could feel it in herself. Yet not one inappropriate touch, gesture, or comment was made. At least not by Beck or Jared. Hayden was another matter.
In the almost two and a half years since the accident, Hayden had slept alone, initially due to the severity of his injuries and then due to his own pride and his inability to achieve an erection. But in the past few days, it was as if he was suddenly awoken from a deep sleep. His fingers and mouth had been all over and in her body more times than she could count. It was as if he was trying to re-memorize her taste and apologize for his past behaviour.
But, he hadn't brought up the discussion about Jared and Beck again after that night and through he seems very sexually active, he didn't allow her touch him plus he felt like he was still somehow withdrawn from her emotionally. Like he was keeping something from her.
Myla turned unto her side in the bed and stared at the faint silhouette of Hayden's profile in the dim light of their bedroom. His words from earlier lingered in her chest, heavy and sweet. If you want them, I won't stop you.
He had given her freedom, something no man she had ever known would do. But the thought unsettled her almost as much as it aroused her.
Had he come to the decision out of insecurity, because he wanted to finally give his friends he used to share women with a chance to also have her, or did he do it because he saw her as a person shallow enough to leave him because she wasn't having sex?
And honestly none of those reasons comforted her at all.
In fact, if she wanted to be completely honest with herself, she wasn't handling the biggest revelation from that night well. That her husband used to be lovers with his best friends for years.
Hayden had spoken about it like it was old news but their body language and the emotions in their voice said something else… especially Beck's. there was unfinished and unresolved business right there and she was beginning to wonder if the lack of sex and her husband's emotional withdrawal was the only problem in her marriage.
Jared and Beck.
For years, she had thought their bond with Hayden, though very close, was simply brotherly closeness. The kind of loyal, rough, unspoken love men sometimes shared. But now she knew the truth, and the memory of it shifted everything she thought she knew. All their interactions she could remember over the years look suspicious to her now. The way they'd been very close when she first met Hayden, then the way they'd withdrawn after she and Hayden got more serious with their relationship.
Maybe it hadn't been out of respect of him not wanting to share her but of jealousy and pain that he was choosing her over them.
"Those men have always treated you with nothing but care and respect." Her mind whispered to her. "Besides, don't act like you don't find the thought of them together hot."
Myla let out a sigh. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, caught between fear and a hunger she could barely admit.
What would it look like?
Hayden has always been commanding and controlling both in bed and regular life and workplace. But Jared with his domineering aura, ex-special forces background and what she had gleamed that day by the pool might actually be a match for him. Who would submit to who? Will they switch or will calmer and softer Beck be in the middle?
She turned away from Hayden and closed her eyes as her imagination ran out of her control.
Jared with his domineering stare, strong hands holding on to Hayden's waist down as he pounded into him while Beck's mouth slid over Hayden's cock, the taste of it mingling with her kiss as she watches as they both devoured him. Hayden's body trembling, surrendering, allowing himself to be pleasured, taken, undone.
"Oh God," she whispered into the pillow, her thighs pressing tight together as heat spread low in her belly.
It was wrong…she told herself that again and again. Wrong to picture her husband on his back while Jared took control, wrong to ache with hunger at the thought of watching the three of them. But the more she tried to push the thoughts away, the more vivid they became.
She imagined herself there, naked between them, hands roaming over bodies hard with muscle. She saw herself bent over, Hayden's tongue worked her clit as Beck slams into her from behind while Jared kneels behind Beck, also fucking him.
Her hand slipped between her thighs before she could stop it, fingers brushing the damp ache already pooling there.
Hayden shifted in his sleep, and she froze, panting, her heart galloping like she'd been caught.
Shame curled hot in her stomach and she quickly pulled her hand away and rolled to her back, staring at the ceiling. What is wrong with me?
It wasn't just lust. It was confusion. The closeness she had once found comforting in them now felt layered, edged with secrets. Every glance, every casual touch between them seemed charged with meanings she couldn't quite catch.
She loved Hayden and in some ways the men too. And yes it was hot as fuck imagining them together but the main issue was that could she handle she handle it if they started all this and they decide that they never needed her and could do without her?
Her thoughts were broken by a faint sound outside one of the wide windows in their room.
A scrape. Then another.
Her body went cold and she sat up quickly, clutching the sheet to her chest, her gaze darting to the window. The moonlight spilled faint across the curtains, shadows shifting outside. She held her breath, straining to hear again.
Then there was the sound of footsteps. Someone was at their window.
She gasped and turned on the lights from the switch beside the headboard hoping to startle and dissuade who ever the intruder was. Then gently shook Hayden, trying to wake him up quietly.
"Myla?" Hayden's voice was husky with sleep, "What is it?"
"Someone's outside," she whispered.
In an instant, Hayden's grogginess cleared and his eyes became sharp with alertness when he saw her expression. His hand reached into the drawer of the bedside table on his side, his face tight as he pulled out a small gun.
Myla stared at him in shock. "Since when do you have a gun??" She whispered at him.
The next sound came louder, sounding like a deliberate push against the window lock.
"Fuck." Hayden's jaw clenched. "We don't have time for questions, baby. Help me sit up so I can see and aim properly."
She swallowed her questions and indignation then started moving him to seat, leaning against the headboard.
Suddenly, the sound of the window lock opening sounded loudly in the room making the both of them freeze.
Just as the scrape of the window being opened echoed through the room, Hayden pulled Myla down to lay on the bed and fires a shot over her at the window, breaking the glass.
The intruder let out a surprised yelp and the sound of scrambling as they quickly dismounted off the window ledge and ran off.
In his haste, Hayden forgets that he is unable to walk and tries to get off the bed to get a look at the intruder and shoot at them as they retreated. He crashes to the floor as his legs stayed like wet noodles beneath him.
Myla lets out a gasp and rushes to his side.
"Keep your head down and stay where you are!" Hayden growls at her. Scared that the intruder might return armed and he is too vulnerable to defend her in this position.
She ignores him, gets to him and tries to lay over him to shield him with her body.
Shame and anger burn through him and he pushes her off his body. "Get off and call Jared instead of this."
Her chest ached as she scrambled for the phone, torn between obeying and clinging to him. She had never seen Hayden look so fierce and so breakable at once... and since when did he have a gun?? And not only that he was keeping it so close to him like he wanted to be ready for an attack.
As Jared line dialed in her ears, she realized with a shiver that everything between the four of them was about to change.