Semua Bab Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends : Bab 161 - Bab 170

They walked out into the quiet hallway, the silence feeling strange after the excitement. When they sat down on the plush leather chairs of the VIP lounge, Myla suddenly broke into laughter.It started as a small giggle, then turned into a full, racking laugh that brought tears to her eyes. Hayden huffed out a laugh and dragged a hand down his face. “I genuinely thought we were about to hear he was in critical condition.”“He was in critical condition, alright,” Beck said, chuckling. “Critical levels of stubborn. He woke up in the ambulance and started giving them hell.”That made Myla laugh again.Then, slowly, the laughter faded.Beck looked at Myla, his eyes turning soft and concerned. "How are you really feeling, Myla? You watched a man die tonight. That isn't something you just walk away from."Myla grew sober, leaning her head back against the chair. "It was terrible, B. Edward... he was so broken. He actually looked at me at the end and realized I wasn’t her.” Her throat tigh

They all locked their attention on the screen.It was showing a live aerial view of a highway. A black sedan was weaving through traffic at a hundred miles an hour with police cruisers and their own black security SUVs in a tight formation behind it.Beck quickly grabbed the remote from the side table and unmuted the television. The reporter’s voice filled the lounge immediately.“—what appears to be a coordinated pursuit connected to last night’s shooting in the warehouse district. Authorities have not yet released the identity of the suspect or suspects inside the vehicle, but sources say the chase began less than thirty minutes ago—”Myla stood up too, her pulse hammering. “It’s him,” she whispered. “He was in that car. I saw him get in.”The footage jerked as the helicopter camera adjusted when the SUV swerved sharply around another vehicle before finally being forced toward the shoulder by converging units.They watched in silence. As the lead security SUV cornered the sedan, fo

The evening air was cool as Beck and Hayden walked away from the press.Hayden looked exhausted, as if the press conference had been the final straw that sucked the remainder of all his energy. “God,” he muttered after a long yawn. “I think when I get back to the hospital, I should request them to medically induce me too.”Beck chuckled, also sounding as tired as him. “Please don’t. We almost went crazy the last time that had to be done to you,” he muttered as he opened the back passenger door for him. “You and that damned surgery that took years off our lives.”Hayden shivered at the memory of the cold surgical table on his back before the anesthesia hit. “God, who would believe that it’s barely been a year,” he muttered under his breath as he climbed in. “It feels like decades ago with all this shit that’s happened.”Beck shut the door, rounded to the other side, and slid in beside him as the driver pulled away from the hospital press line.He let out a long breath and loosened the

Hayden chuckled slowly and sat in the armchair by the bed. He was relieved to see Jared awake and thinking clearly. “We will get him, Jay,” Hayden whispered. “Just get your strength up first. We are not doing anything until you can walk.”Jared nodded. Then he looked at Beck again. “B? Have you been able to find anything yet? You are unusually quiet.”Beck was standing by the window, his thumb scrolling rapidly across his phone screen. He looked like he was a thousand miles away.“Beck? You here with us?” Hayden called out. He tried to keep his tone down so as not to wake Myla.Beck did not respond. He was locked into his own thoughts. Jared picked up a plastic spoon from the nightstand. He flung it at Beck. It hit him directly on the side of his head.Beck flinched and looked up. “Ouch. Why? What was that for?” he whispered, looking at Jared in genuine surprise.“Okay,” Hayden whispered. He crossed his arms over his chest. “What is going on with you? You have been somewhere else for

“Come on,” Hayden said, climbing the bed and moving behind Jared. “Let me help you get comfortable.”Jared moaned as Beck sucked his way up his cock. “Fuck,” he groaned, grabbing his head and pulling it back. “Do you want to suck my brains out of my dick?” Beck hummed, then swirled his tongue around the tip before releasing him with a pop. Then he pulled off his joggers, following as Hayden gently moved him to rest his back on the bed’s backboard. Myla giggled, pulled off her clothes, and crawled onto the bed after them. Then she leaned in and gave Jared a deep kiss. The clinical scent of the hospital began to be replaced by the musky fragrance of slick skin and arousal. Jared leaned against the headboard, his eyes half-lidded with heat. “Come here,” he gestured at Beck, his voice raspy. He watched with dark, hungry eyes as Beck crawled towards him with a smirk, then lowered his head. Soon, the wet sound of Beck’s mouth as he sucked on his thick cock became the only thing that f