All Chapters of Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Myla was caught between two hard, warm bodies, and she couldn’t tell where one man ended and the other began. Beck’s low groans filled her ears as she gave him everything he asked for, while Jared held her hips firmly from behind, his voice rough as he whispered praise against her spine. Their hands moved over her like they owned every inch of her, and the heat building inside her climbed higher and higher, until… Myla jolted awake with a soft gasp, her heart beating fast and her skin damp even with the cool air from the AC. She blinked rapidly at the ceiling, trying to shake off the last pieces of the dream, but her body was still trembling with the memory of it. Though it had been a month since the pool incident, she was still dreaming of Beck and Jared. Three long weeks since she'd watched her husband’s best friends lose themselves in each other while she hid behind the plants like a creep. "I’m going to take my time with you until you’re begging me for mercy." She heard the wo

Myla walked into the conference room and took the empty seat between Carter, president of the local bank, and Scott, her husband’s financial manager. Her husband moved ahead and positioned his chair at the front of the room. Jared and Beck walked over to him, and they started discussing something together in low tones. One thing about Beck and Jared was that they always exuded an aura of dangerous, lethal ability. Maybe it was their military history or the fact that, apart from being major shareholders in the Oakley Group, they were co-owners of a highly rated private security firm. They were both above six feet tall, with Beck being about an inch shorter than Jared, and except for that and their eye color, they could almost be twins. Both had brown hair, but Beck’s eyes were green while Jared had brown eyes. Each provided a foil for her husband’s curly blond hair and blue eyes. There was no way around the fact that they were three very attractive men. She blushed as she remembered t

“So... you three were in the habit of sharing your women,” Myla blurted out before she could stop herself. “And what am I? Chopped liver?” Those were the first words she said to them the moment they stepped into her room that morning. The doctor had kept her for observation, worried about her slurred speech and the large bump on her head. Myla hadn't seen them since the nurses chased them away late last night after visiting hours. Myla started laughing so hard she could barely catch her breath at the pure shock plastered across their faces. “Oh my God, you should see your faces,” she managed through gasps of laughter. “I’m so glad the painkillers have finally kicked in, or I’d be in agony right now. Whew! Your faces, man.” Suddenly, Myla sat up in bed, and her voice hardened as the laughter vanished. “I will not let you shut me out again, Hayden. I’ve tried to respect your boundaries and tried to understand how you felt after the surgeries, but I’m your wife, and I expect you to tre

Myla’s pulse thudded in her ears as Hayden’s confession settled into her chest like warm honey followed by sharp glass. She couldn’t tell which cut deeper: the fact that he had shared that vulnerable piece of his past... or that he was offering her up now like a gift. She turned to Jared and Beck. “Please, can you give us some privacy?” Jared and Beck exchanged a look and quietly left the room, closing the door behind them with a soft click. “I don’t want anyone else,” she said once they had stepped out. “I can’t just... jump into bed with them like that.” “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Hayden replied gently, rolling closer. “I just want to give you what you’ve been needing. If you later change your mind, it will not affect my love for you. I will always love you.” Hayden cradled her face in his hands, gently pulled her face down to his, and kissed her with a hunger and abandon that had been missing in the two years since his accident. Myla leaned down and wra

About forty minutes later, Jared and Beck rushed into the house with their guns drawn. They didn’t waste time with words, just nodded and walked past them. Jared checked the shattered window while Beck swept through the hall and upstairs, and then both men vanished into the darkness outside. Myla clutched Hayden’s hand, her heart thudding as she listened to the faint crunch of boots fading into the trees. The minutes stretched tight until they returned with muddy boots and pant legs and grim expressions. “All we found were fresh tracks," Jared said. “Whoever it was took the north ridge into the mountains. That means they may know the terrain." “And this house,” Beck added, his eyes narrowing as he looked through the camera footage on Hayden's tablet. “They knew that there's a blind spot in the cameras and that Myla's window is the only one not covered. That was why they targeted it." Jared nodded grimly. "What they weren’t expecting was for Hayden to be there with her.” Hayden’s