All Chapters of Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

He crouched low in the mud, pressing his shoulder to the rough bark of an oak tree, chest heaving like a hunted animal’s as the wind tore through the trees around him, spitting sleet through the branches as if the woods itself wanted him gone.He stared through the dark tangle of branches at the glowing house below him until its warm lights blurring in his vision. His Rosie was still there.His cheek throbbed where she had slashed him and his hand rose, feeling the crusted blood on it. He winced as the injury on his arm rubbed against his jacket, where her little hand had stabbed the blade into like she wanted him dead. But none of it could compare to the pain in his heart.She had hurt him, and he couldn't understand why. She shouldn’t have fought him off like that.... shouldn’t have looked at him with those wide, terrified eyes like he was a monster. He was the one saving her. He had risked everything to come

The bedroom was quiet when Beck pushed the door open, his eyes went straight to the bed. He had left the room earlier in the morning because he didn’t want them to wake up and see him in their room like a creep.The blanket covering him confused him for a moment but he figured it was Jared that had covered him sometime during the night.Hayden and Myla were still asleep, the two of them tangled together beneath the thick blanket, her head tucked under his chin while his arm was locked protectively around her waist. The exhaustion on Myla’s face was stark even in sleep… the tight line of her jaw had eased only slightly, like a woman who had been fighting in her dreams as hard as she fought awake.Beck stopped at the edge of the bed, something in his chest stirred and pulled taut as he watched them. Myla’s hair had come loose in sleep, the dark curls spilling across the pillow and Hayden’s arm like silk. He was actually surprised with how deep Hayden was sleeping, the man never slept de

“I don’t think anyone in my finance team can do this though,” Hayden said with conviction. “Only the manager and vice knew and they do not have the time for all this.”The sexual tension that was in the room minutes ago had dissipated like smoke.“When the man grabbed me,” Myla spoke up, voice trembling a little as she remembered that traumatic night. “His hands were rough, like he worked with them a lot, not like an office worker’s hands would be.”“So construction crew then.” Jared concluded. “That will make so much sense. The way that hiding place in the therapy room was, it showed strategy.” His head snapped to Hayden as a thought came to his mind. “The crew that did your therapy room, are they the same ones that handled the new house?”“Yeah….. fuck me. Yes they were the same ones.” Hayden hissed out. “But…why don’t I remember him? I carefully monitored the construction of that place.”The room went silent as they all cracked their brains.Hayden’s fingers drumming restlessly aga

The kiss felt like it was burning her body from inside out. Even her brain was turning to mush. “Hay—”Hayden suckled her tongue one last time, then he leaned back, eyes smoldering as he looked at her. “Take it off,” He said with a husky voice.A shiver ran through her. God, this was something the accident… that stalker… almost took from her. Hayden looking at her with so much emotions and passion, like she was the most breathtaking woman he has ever seen… like he wanted to eat her up. She do whatever it takes to never return to those days when he looked at her with blank, cold eyes. Anything.Hayden leaned back against the pillows, eyes following Myla as she slipped off her robe. His gaze tracked the line of her shoulders, the curve of her hips, every inch of soft skin revealed under the lamplight. He looked hungry… the kind of hunger that had been building for weeks through tension, fear, close calls, and nights that ended in frustration instead of pleasure.“God, you are so perfe

A month into staying at Beck and Jared’s place, and Myla finally understood what Hayden was doing to her.He was reawakening her.No... that wasn’t the right word. He was remaking her.... Conditioning her while calling it therapy for the tension and stress of the past weeks.It had started subtly with long kisses, slow pleasure and word play. But now Hayden had become deliberate, purposeful. He was sensitizing her...body and mind... for sex, for him, for them.Hayden knew her too well, knew the power erotic words had over her, how they unraveled her control until she was trembling and soaked, teetering on the edge before he even touched her.Dirty talk had always been an important part of their sex lives and affected each of them very strongly. Now Hayden wouldn’t let her come until she’d tell him how sexy Jared’s and Beck’s bodies had looked when she’d watched them in the pool room, he made her describe in detail how they had made her feel as she watched th