All Chapters of Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“No,” Hayden said instantly. His pride sharp. “I don’t need you guys t—”“You need us,” Beck cut him off, his voice flat. “This is not the time for you to be stubborn.”Hayden bristled. “Once the security system is updated, we’ll be ok. I can protect myself and my wife just alright.”“Yeah, sure.” Jared scoffed. “When you’re done yapping we’re still moving in.”Myla could feel Hayden’s body tense up and practically start vibrating in anger. She stood up and went to sit at the desk.She looked at Beck who was standing there watching the two men argue with an amused smirk on his face. He whispered to her, “Like watching two goats butting heads. Fascinating, isn’t it?”Myla giggled under her breath and Hayden threw her a dirty look before turning back to Jared and continued their argument.She and Beck exchanged amused looks, trying to hold back their laughs.Myla turned back to watch the arguing men again, her throat drying up. She saw through Hayden’s refusal. He knows that they neede

Myla stirred against Hayden’s chest, her ear pressed over the steady thud of his heartbeat as the early morning sun casted colourful rays through the stainedd glass she made Hayden replace the broken one with. She could still taste herself on his mouth from last night, could still feel the slight ache deep inside from his relentless fingers.Last night, he had acted a little like himself again. Dominant, hungry, possessive and hers.She lifted her head off his chest, leaned on the headboard and studied him. His lashes were dark crescents against his cheek, but even in sleep, his jaws and mouth were tight like he still couldn't relax when he was asleep. Her gaze drifted lower, over the scars on his chest and arms. She the worst ones were on his back and legs where his major operations had been on.Her throat tightened. She wanted to touch him, reassure him, but she knew he hated any sort of action that seemed like pity, so she tucked herself closer and pressed a kiss against his sho

The scent of strong coffee lingered in the air as Myla padded barefoot into the kitchen. The morning sun reflected golden light across the stone counters, and for a brief second it almost felt like a normal morning... like four adults living peacefully under the same roof.Except it wasn’t normal. Having three hot men she wanted to do nasty things with under one roof was not ideal for her mental and emotional health at all. And neither was the hot sex they seemed to be having when ever they were chanced.Jared was leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee, dark hair damp from the shower, t-shirt clinging to his chest in a way that made her mouth go dry. Beck was crouched by the open fridge shirtless, muttering under his breath about someone putting the milk in the wrong place. Hayden sat at the table with his laptop, his wheelchair pulled close, fingers flying over the keys like he wanted to murder whoever was on the other end of the email.The air was charged like it alway

The constant sound of male grunting and flesh hitting flesh coming from the back garden area made Myla pause the book she was reading to go take a peep outside. She walked out to edge of the balcony facing the backyard, and one hand clutched the railing for support for her knees that went weak while other quickly went up to her mouth, muffling the pleased moan that slipped through at the sight before her.Jared and Beck were training shirtless under the mid afternoon sun, their bodies glistening with sweat highlighting the way their muscles flexed with every movement. Jared’s fist cut through the air towards Beck’s face, his stance predatory, but Beck quickly blocked his attack with fluid reflexes. Their grunts mixed with the sound of flesh smacking. Every line of muscle in their backs and arms strained, veins standing out as they lunged and evade each other. Myla’s mouth went dry and her thighs pressed together instinctively. They looked so fucking hot like this. She has always known

Myla’s chest rose and fell in shallow bursts, her mind caught in that foggy space between sleep and waking. She couldn't move. She lay on her side feeling something heavy moving toward her in the dark, pressing against the edge of her bed. Her body wouldn’t move. Panic fluttered in her throat as invisible hands seemed to pin her down. A warm breath ghosted over her cheek and she felt fingers brushed lightly over her hair slowly, almost tender. She tried to scream, tried to thrash, but her limbs remained heavy as stone. The figure leaned closer, closer, until she swore she could feel lips hovering just above hers....She shot upright with a gasp. Her eyes darted wildly around the room as her heart pounded against her ribs. Morning light streamed through the curtains, casting soft gold across the sheets. Hayden lay beside her, turned slightly on his side, his breathing evenly in sleep.She let out a shaky breath, pressing her palm over her thudding chest. “Thank God,” she whispere