Claimed by My Husband and His Best Friends

Myla whimpered softly in her sleep. In her dream, she was on her back with her eyes blindfolded, then she felt two sets of large, rough hands and lips gliding over her body, caressing, teasing, and kissing.

Someone tugged on her nipples, fingers rolling them expertly while a hot tongue toyed with the second one. Another hand slid between her thighs, fingers plunging into her slick heat, while another gripped her hip, holding her still. Her mouth fell open in a breathless moan.

She arched when she felt it, a thick, hard cock pressing against her entrance, then sliding in slow and deeply.

Her entire body shuddered. "Oh God, yes...deeper," she moaned, her legs spreading wider in the dream.

Beck froze; her soft moans made his cock twitch.

He and Jared had just been trying to slip one of Hayden's oversized nightshirts onto her so she'd be more comfortable. But the second her thighs parted and she moaned, they both froze.

Her eyes were still shut, cheeks flushed, nipples hard, and lips parted. Her bare body glistened faintly under the dim lights of the master bedroom. She was dreaming, and from the looks of it... It was a damn good one.

"Jesus," Beck whispered, his voice hoarse. He reached down and pressed his palm to his cock, trying to ease the ache. "Look at her..."

Jared's jaw tightened as his cock hardened and pressed behind his zipper like it was looking for a way out. His gaze dark and hungry. "She's perfect."

"Gods, this is what you've been keeping hidden," Beck murmured as he ran his hand down the soft skin of her arm.

He turned to Hayden, eyes sharp and angry. "And you've been neglecting her. Did you hear the way she said she thought you didn't love her anymore?" He growled under his breath, trying to keep his voice down. "You've been punishing her, keeping her locked in cold silence like she did something wrong."

Hayden sat across the room in his chair, his fists clenched. "I'm not punishing her," he said quietly. "You know what I've been dealing with-"

Beck rolled his eyes. "Oh, please spare me the pity party. It has been two freaking years, get over-"

Jared threw him a stern look as he cut in, his voice low and calm. "Your sweet, tactile Myla-the one who adores the fuck out of you, and she's suffering, Hayden." His voice softened, "I know you feel with your dysfunction, you're not a real man deserving of her, but I remember when we were still together, you used to live for giving pleasure. Have you allowed the accident to kill that part of you, too?"

Hayden looked at Myla. His eyes softened,  "God, he missed her so much."

Jared went over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder as they both looked at her with adoring eyes. "You were always selfish about her...wouldn't even let us near her when you knew we als-"

A soft rustle cut them off.

Myla stirred, and her eyes opened, blinking groggily. Froze, her gaze shifting between their tense faces. "Is everything alright?"

Then she noticed she was naked and quickly pulled the sheet over her naked breasts while Jared and Beck rushed to her, piled pillows against the headboard, and eased her up into a sitting position.

"Baby, you had us so worried. Are you in pain?" Hayden said as he maneuvered his wheelchair next to the bed, anxiously looking into her eyes, while Jared and Beck hovered nearby.

"Not right now, but I do have to use the bathroom, and suddenly I'm starving. But the bathroom is the top priority. So, if you guys will give me some privacy, I'd appreciate it."

Myla got as far as swinging her legs to the side of the bed before Beck swooped in, tossed the sheet aside, picked her up stark-naked, walked into the bathroom with her, and placed her on the toilet seat.

Her sputters of outrage fell on deaf ears.

"Here's how it's going to be for the next twenty-four hours. You will not get up by yourself, especially if you are feeling light-headed."

"Get out of here," Myla growled as she picked up a bottle and flung it at him. "Now."

Beck laughed and quickly shut the door. The bottle thumped against the door and rolled away.

He turned to Hayden, his face going serious. "You have to be very watchful because she has had a bad concussion before. We don't know when her dizziness will spike."

"She has been concussed before?" Hayden asked, sounding very agitated.

"Yeah, about a year ago, when you started locking yourself away in the west wing. She went for a walk after it snowed. I guess her mind was distracted, and she slipped on a patch of ice, fell, and hit her head on a rock." Beck replied to him coldly. "She managed to call me before she blacked out. I was already on my way to the estate, so I was able to get here before she lost too much blood or froze."

Hayden glared at him and whisper-yelled. "Why the hell am I just hearing about this?"

Beck raised a brow at him. "I called you, but you didn't pick up or call back. And when we got back from the hospital, she begged me not to tell you because she didn't want to bother you." He replied in a dry tone. "You live with her, how did you not notice your wife had a bandage around her head for more than a week?" He volleyed back.

Hayden's face went stony. He turned, ignoring Beck's query. "You better go check up on Jared."

Beck stared pensively at Hayden for a moment, then shook his head and went to find Jared.

After a while, Myla came out looking fresher and more awake.

"Come on, Myla. You know you don't have to be embarrassed about Jared and Beck seeing you naked." Hayden said as he saw the glare on her face.

She sat down near the foot of the bed, her back to the doorway. "Oh, I know that, Hayden. They aren't interested in me that way."

"Uh, are you sure about that? That was a pretty good-sized erection they were both sporting before they left," said Hayden with an impish smile.

"Hayden, I can assure you that those erections were definitely not for me. Honestly, Hayden! Please believe me, neither man has ever made the slightest improper move toward me."

"I know, but you know both of them love you, right?"

Myla cut him off, still defending his friends. "Well, I'm sure they love me as a friend, but it's definitely not sexual in nature."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Please don't let me say something I'm not sure they are ready to tell you yet."

Hayden looked at her, confused, "Tell me what?"

"I believe she is referring to the fact that we like men, Hayden," Beck said as he and Jared came into the bedroom. "Myla saw Jared and me in the pool several weeks ago. Didn't you, Myla?"

Her face went bright red. "I didn't know you saw me."

"We're sorry if we shocked or disgusted you. It's just that by the time we realized you were there, we couldn't seem to stop." Beck said.

"Disgust me? My God, I couldn't tear my eyes from the two of you. It was one of the hottest things I've ever seen."

She turned back to Hayden. "They're gay, did you know?"

Hayden smiled and placed a kiss on the palm of her hand. "Yes, love, but more like Bi."

Something in his eyes made her pause, then realization slammed into her. She asked in a small voice. "So Scott wasn't lying..."

The three men exchanged tense, worried glances.

"I'm sorry, love. I should've told you before," Hayden said quietly. He rolled closer to the bed, stopping at the edge. "It wasn't just sharing," he continued. "Beck, Jared, and I... we were lovers. Long before you ever met me."

Myla's breath caught. Betrayal and arousal warring in her. Betrayal that for the five years of their relationship, he hadn't told her, and arousal because the image of the three of them together was the hottest thing she could ever imagine.

"No, Myla. Please, love, don't look at me that way. The three of us have not been lovers since I met and fell in love with you."

Silence stretched between them. Myla's heart was pounding in her chest. "And you didn't trust me enough to tell me all this while."

Hayden reached out and held her hands. "I left that part of myself behind because I was scared you would judge me for it and leave me. I couldn't risk it."

"He said it like it was some dirty little secret, but it wasn't. We loved each other in our own way. We still do." Beck said softly, his gaze drifting between Hayden and Jared before landing on her. "That kind of bond... never really dies."

Jared gave Beck a slight frown. Then he turned to Myla. "But we chose to respect his wishes because we saw how much he loved you. I won't lie, we wanted you badly, but Hayden's happiness was more important."

Myla's lips parted, but no words came.

Hayden's voice dropped, raw and quiet. "And now, after everything... after the accident, the way I've treated you... If you want them, Myla-if you need what I can't give you, I won't stop you."

She stared at him, eyes wide.

"You're my wife," he said. "But you're also a woman. And I'd rather see you touched by hands that I know love you, than watch you slowly wither waiting for something I may never give again."