Page 46 of Shared By my Ex's Best Friends
It should make me angry.
But it doesn’t. Not exactly.
Instead, what I feel is this sharp twist in my gut—possessive, yes, but not selfish. Not in the way Nick was.
I don’t want to keep her for myself. I don’t want to lose her. I want to be part of her world, not her whole world.
I try to shove it down—the anger, the possessiveness, the guilt for even letting myself think about her this way when it’s only been a couple months since they broke up.
But it’s no use. The more I try not to feel it, the harder it pulls.
I sit back against the headboard, stare at the ceiling, and let a thought settle heavy and wild in my chest.
What if she didn’t have to choose?
What if she could have us—all of us—without it tearing us apart? Without it ruining our friendship with Nick?
The idea shouldn’t feel right, but God help me, it does.
I let my mind wander—to places I know I shouldn’t go.
To the four of us…together. Me, Jake, and Ethan pleasuring her. Loving her.
My hand drifts absently down my chest, over my stomach, and past the waistband of my sweatpants. I wrap my hand around my length and start to stroke.
I close my eyes and picture her walking through the door right now. Her silhouette framed in the hallway light, soft and sure. She crosses the room without hesitation, stops between my knees, and tilts my face up to hers with both hands. Her touch would be light, almost teasing, but her eyes would burn with her need for me.
“Liam.”
My chest tightens.
I imagine her fingers tugging at my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. Her lips ghosting over mine, not quite kissing me, but drawing out the moment for as long as she can.
I wouldn’t stop her.
I’d let her take her time. Let her lead. Let herfeelhow much I want her, how long I’ve been holding this back.
The moment she really touched me, though, I know I’d snap. My control would shatter.
I’d grab her and kiss her, pulling her onto my lap and grinding her against my growing erection.
I let out a low groan as I stroke myself faster, and the fantasy shifts. Expands.
It’s no longer just me and Maya. Ethan and Jake are in the room with us as well.
I imagine Jake’s hand tangling in her hair, pulling her back to kiss her throat while I trail my fingers along her thighs. Ethan leans in close, one arm slipping around my waist, and it feels so natural I don’t question it.
We move together like it’s the easiest thing in the world. No jealousy. No competition.
Just heat. Trust. Connection.
Our focus entirely on Maya.
I think about the sound Maya makes when she’s breathless, the way she says my name.
We all fall into bed together, stripping Maya naked. Hands everywhere—stroking, worshiping, discovering. Her body arches under our touch, her breath hitching as Jake kisses down her stomach and Ethan licks at her nipple.
Jake lowers his head between her legs while Ethan and I shower her breasts with attention, kissing and sucking at her nipples until they’re bright pink and perky.
