My Husband Shared Me:A New Year's Filthy Threesome のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Jimmy crossed to the table and unfolded a worn paper map, smoothing the creases with the heel of his hand. The paper was soft from age and travel, the ink faded in places. He tapped a small circled mark in the countryside northwest of the city."This piece of land. I looked at it months ago, before everything went sideways. Thirty acres. An old orchard, a creek, and a house that needs work but has good bones. The owner has been waiting to sell. Quiet listing. No agents. Just him."Lily-Rose leaned closer. The circle sat between two low ridges, far from any major road."You've been carrying that map around all this time?"Jimmy smiled faintly."I almost threw it away more than once. Every time things got worse, it felt foolish to dream about a place like this. But... I couldn't do it. Something kept telling me we'd need it one day."Jax looked at Jimmy for a long moment before nodding."I'm glad you kept believing when the rest of us couldn't."When they reached the creek, Lily-Rose sa

The drive back from the property was quieter than usual.Not because there was nothing to say.Because each of them was carrying the same thought.This could really happen.Jimmy rested one hand on the steering wheel while the other tapped lightly against his thigh. Jax watched the fields slip past the window, the afternoon sun painting everything gold. Lily-Rose sat in the back seat, her eyes drifting between the two men she loved.For the first time, the future had an address.When they reached the safe house, Jimmy placed the folded map carefully on the kitchen table."I'll meet Mr. Carter tomorrow morning," he said. "If everything goes well, we'll sign the agreement."Lily-Rose smiled."So tomorrow decides everything."Jax shook his head gently."No."She looked at him."Tomorrow starts everything."The words settled warmly between them.Dinner was simple.Jimmy grilled vegetables while Jax sliced bread at the kitchen counter.Lily-Rose watched them move around each other without

The moving truck wasn't full.After months of running, there wasn't much left to pack.A few suitcases.Boxes of clothes.Books that had somehow survived everything.A coffee maker Jimmy insisted on keeping because, according to him, "good coffee saves bad mornings."Jax laughed."I thought surviving bullets was your greatest achievement."Jimmy shrugged."No. Finding decent coffee."Lily-Rose smiled as she watched them carry another box into the house.It was the kind of argument ordinary people had.She loved it.By late afternoon, the living room looked less empty.The old couch from storage sat beneath the front window.The kitchen shelves held mismatched plates and mugs.Someone had already placed fresh flowers in a glass jar on the table.Lily-Rose frowned."Who did that?"Jimmy looked at Jax.Jax looked at Jimmy.Finally Jimmy admitted, "I picked them on the drive.""You picked flowers?"He rubbed the back of his neck."I thought the house looked lonely."Lily-Rose walked over

The afternoon light slanted through the farmhouse windows in long, golden bars, catching the dust that drifted lazily in the air. Outside, the orchard stretched toward the creek, leaves whispering against one another in a soft summer breeze. Lily-Rose could hear the distant thud of a hammer and the low murmur of Jimmy's voice carrying across the yard. Jax answered him with something short and practical. The sound of them working together still felt new fragile and precious after everything they had survived.She knelt on the wide plank floor of what would one day be their bedroom, surrounded by half-empty cardboard boxes. Most of their things were still packed, the house too large and too quiet to fill all at once. She liked the quiet, though. It gave her room to breathe. Room to pretend, for a little while, that the past had finally loosened its grip.Her fingers brushed the edge of an old wooden dresser they had found in the attic. The drawers stuck from years of damp. As she tried

The road stretched ahead in long ribbons of gray, winding through rolling hills before finally giving way to the coastline.No one spoke much.The steady hum of the truck engine filled the silence while the sea slowly appeared beyond the trees, blue and endless beneath the afternoon sun.Jax sat in the passenger seat, one hand resting against the window. His jaw had been tight since they left the farmhouse. Every few minutes he unfolded the investigator's notes, read them again, then folded them back with careful hands.Lily-Rose watched him from the middle seat."You've memorized every word," she said softly."I keep hoping something will change if I read it one more time.""It won't.""I know."He gave a tired smile before looking back out the window."I'm scared."Jimmy glanced at him briefly before returning his eyes to the road."Of what?"Jax let out a slow breath."What if she hates me?"The question hung inside the truck."What if she thinks I abandoned her?"Lily-Rose reached