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 221 - チャプター 230

The sun was high when Jimmy walked out to the south fence.Jax was already there working the wire. Sweat showed on the back of his shirt. The pliers clicked each time he pulled the line tight. He did not look up when Jimmy’s boots hit the gravel.Jimmy stopped a few feet away. Dust rose around his feet.“Any trouble on the line?”“No.”Jimmy watched him work for a long second. The sun pressed hard on the back of his neck.“You talk to her last night?”Jax’s hands stopped. The pliers hung loose.“Who?”“Kara.”“No.”Jimmy stepped closer.“You sure?”Jax looked at him. His eyes stayed flat.“I said no.”Jimmy’s voice stayed low and hard.“I’m asking again. She came on my land. She talked about my wife. She looked at you like she still had a claim. So I’m asking one more time. Any contact since then?”“None.”Jimmy’s jaw got tight. A muscle jumped in his cheek.“Good. If she reaches out, you don’t answer. You don’t delete it. You bring it to me right away. Clear?”“Clear.”“Say it.”“I b

The sun was already up when Jimmy stepped into the kitchen.Coffee sat cold in the pot. He poured it anyway and drank it black at the sink. His shoulders were still high from the day before. The hard line at the fence had not left his body. His hands felt restless. He flexed them once against the counter and let them drop.Outside, boots moved across the gravel. Jax was already heading toward the barn. He did not come into the house. He did not look toward the windows.Jimmy watched him through the glass until the barn door shut.Lily-Rose came in a few minutes later. Hair messy. One of his shirts hanging on her. She looked at his face and stopped.“You’re already watching.”“Yeah.”“He’s been out there a while.”“I saw.”She walked closer and poured what was left of the coffee. The pot scraped against the counter.“You’re watching him like he’s going to leave.”Jimmy kept his eyes on the window.“I’m watching everything. That’s how this stays solid.”Lily-Rose’s voice dropped.“You’r

Three cups sat on the table.Jimmy put them there. He did not ask. Steam rose from the coffee. Lily-Rose sat down. Jax came in from outside. Dirt was still on his boots. He stopped when he saw the three cups.Jimmy pointed at the empty chair.“Sit.”Jax sat. He did not touch the coffee.The room stayed still. A bird called once outside and stopped. The house felt small with all three of them there.Jimmy spoke first.“Yesterday you stayed gone until night. No word. No check-in. Just distance.”Jax kept his eyes on the table.“You told me to keep space. I kept it.”“There’s space and there’s disappearing. You stretched it.”Lily-Rose held her cup.“Jimmy”“Let him answer.”Jax looked up.“I was working the south line. Then the east posts. I needed the work. Same as you.”“You needed the work or you needed to stay away from this table?”“Both.”The word hit hard. Lily-Rose’s fingers got tight on the cup.Jimmy leaned forward.“I drew a clear line after Kara. No private contact. No soft

The next day the three of them moved under the same rule.Jimmy gave the plans short and clear.Jax answered the same way.Lily-Rose said she would work the garden and stay close to the house.That was all.Jax left for the south line right after. Jimmy took the north side. The sun climbed fast. Heat settled on the land. Sweat ran down Jimmy’s back and soaked the shirt under his arms. Every time he straightened from a post he looked south. Jax was there, moving steady along the fence, a dark shape against the dry grass. He kept the distance he had promised and nothing more. No extra trips to the house. No long pauses. Just the work.The morning stretched. Insects buzzed in the grass. Metal tools got hot in the sun. Jimmy’s hands grew sore from the wire, but the tightness in his shoulders never eased. He kept count of how many times he looked south. Too many.At midday he walked back for water. The jug sat in the shade by the porch. Lily-Rose was in the garden, kneeling between the row

The days kept stretching under the same rule.Jimmy worked the north side. Jax stayed on the south. Lily-Rose moved between the garden and the house. The sun rose. The sun fell. Sweat. Dirt. Short words at the table. Then sleep that never fully rested anyone.On the fourth morning Lily-Rose stopped in the doorway of the kitchen and looked at both men.“I need a day without the measuring.”Jimmy set his cup down.“What does that mean?”“It means I need one day where you don’t watch every step he takes and every step I take. One day where the air isn’t this heavy.”Jax kept his eyes on his plate. He did not speak.Jimmy’s jaw tightened.“The rule is still in place.”“I’m not asking you to drop the rule. I’m asking for one day where the watching eases.”“I can’t give that yet.”Lily-Rose’s hands curled at her sides.“Then the cost keeps rising. On me. On him. On this house.”Jimmy stood. The chair scraped.“The cost of losing control is higher.”“Is it?” She held his eyes. “Because right