All Chapters of Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Hayden let out a strangled moan as she began to move in slow, rolling movements that drove him insane, his head falling back as she rode him with deep, sensual control.Each slide drew a helpless sound from him… quiet at first, then louder, rawer, desperate.Beck watched them, transfixed. His breath was shaky. “God… she looks so...”Jared’s voice was low. “Yeah.”Beck turned toward him, need shimmering in his eyes, and Jared reached for him instantly, pulling him into a bruising kiss.Within seconds, Jared had Beck bent ass up over the handle of the couch, facing the blissed-out couple in front of them.He reached within the cushions and pulled out a small tube of lube.Beck let out a surprised chuckle, looking over his shoulder at him. “Really?”Jared smirked at him darkly as he slicked himself quickly. “I’m a soldier, baby. Always prepared.”Beck's chuckle turned into a gasp as Jared pushed into him, pushing in one long, deep thrust. He buried his face into the couch, moaning into i

They quickly moved to their bedroom with Beck still maintaining the heat and urgency with shirt kisses on Hayden’s lips. The room was dim with the blinds closed, but the soft golden lamps cast their glow on everything, turning their skins golden. Their atmosphere in the room hummed from Hayden’s breathless hunger, Beck’s shaking anticipation, Myla’s flushed excitement, and Jared’s steady energy.Beck climbed onto their custom made, super-king-size bed, then perched on his knees at the edge of the bed, eyes flicking up to Hayden with a mixture of reverence and raw need. “Come here,” He whispered, tugging gently on Hayden’s joggers. “You don’t know just how long I’ve longed for this.”Hayden swallowed, heat spreading through his chest. He moved closer as Beck pulled the fabric down and freed him. Hayden’s cock was already half-hard. It had been getting more and more better in strength and turgidity over the past weeks. Myla had even joked once that it was her pussy juice that was nou

Hayden stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his charcoal suit with steady hands. It was the first time in years he would walk… actually walk on his own feet into Oakley Industries. The door to the walk-in closet slid open, and Beck and Jared peeked in. Beck poked his head in first, eyes widening. “Holy shit… look at you.”Jared leaned against the frame behind him, arms folded, warmth softening his usually sharp gaze. “You look good, Hay.”Myla walked in last , and her lips parted into a soft smile, eyes filling instantly. “Oh baby… You look so hot.”He gave her a faint smile. “My love,” she whispered, crossing to him and giving him a soft peck. “You look like yourself again.” Then she leaned back, looking at him from head to toe, her eyes darkening with heat. “And god damn, I missed seeing you in a full suit. You look so sexy.”He swallowed hard at the expression on her face, his body reacting to her proximity. Beck came to stand on his other side, then he pinched

Myla moaned, hips bucking as his tongue slid between her foldsOne of his hands held her hips instantly, lifting one of her legs high over his shoulder, gently but firmly pinning her against the couch. His recovery meant he no longer hesitated in these powerful, physical actions.“Oh... Baby...” she gasped, her hands flying to his hair when he sucked her clit with strong suction.He hummed against her clit, the vibration shooting heat through her entire body. She pulled his hair, her breath turning sharp and shallow.He looked up at her, his eyes filled with love and hunger. The sight of his focus on her pleasure pulled a desperate moan from her throat.Beside them, Beck and Jared watched with hungry, dark eyes as they stroked their hard cocks, having pulled them from their joggers.Two of Hayden's fingers entered her slowly, curling and tapping her sweet spot with practiced skill.Her back arched violently. She tried to speak, but only managed broken fragments of his name.Hayden smi

The house felt strangely quiet that afternoon. Too quiet.Maybe it was the aftermath of the bomb scare two days prior. Or the fact that it was the weight of hope that had flared and then died when the police confirmed the box held no fingerprints, no traceable parts, nothing they could use.A dead end again.Myla was upstairs napping, curled against Hayden’s pillow, trying to shake off the tension that had settled into her shoulders. Hayden was in his study reviewing contracts. Downstairs, Jared and Beck sat in their office nook off the living room, laptops open, going through new business inquiries.Their PA had sent over a list of potential high-profile clients, something that used to be rare but had become nearly daily over the past couple of weeks. The media storms around them, and the Oakleys were still working as free, chaotic publicity for M-G Security.Their PA’s message blinked on his laptop: Potential client. Insisted on speaking with either CEO. Says it’s urgent, high-level