Page 3 of Shared With His Friends
Despite the cozy name, the cabin is a two-story glass and sleek wood modern structure complete with a large, natural pooland hot tub all tucked into the far corner of the woods. There are seven bedrooms each with its own luxury bath. Jet used to have a dedicated butler there, but given the risqué proclivities, none of the help could stand much to watch or would quit after being roped into demeaning activities, like being forced to get naked and hold mustard in one hand for hours while the boys flicked them with rubber bands.
When he stops the car and shuts off the engine, the fear threatens to make me run away. If Dane is here, maybe I’ll have some protection from the other men. Maybe he will rescue me, take me away from the others, or at least make sure I don’t get hurt.
“But you said you wanted me to haveyourbabies, and yet, you want me to fuck your friends while I’m not on birth control. Please, Jet, explain that to me.” Giving me another sly smirk, Jet jumps out of his Bentley and strolls to my side of the car before opening the door but blocks me from getting out by squatting next to me, the autumn air blowing inside, causing me to shake with the chill and nerves.
“Baddie, listen. Here’s the deal… You can either get pregnant withmybaby, and become my wife.Oryou can get knocked up by one of my boys and be a single mother.”
Still confused, I shake my head slightly. “I-I don’t understand. I won’t cheat on you, Jet. I don’t want their babies. I want yours.”
“Listen, listen. You’re not understanding, Amber. Too long I tried tests, and trials, and random number generators, and looks, and smells, and what have you, to pick my forever mate. Now, I’m letting fate decide.” He nods his head toward the front door, the wind blowing his longer dark brown locks into a swirl. “You’re gonna let my boys fuck you. All of them. Maybe multiple times and in several different ways. Maybe all at once. But every single one of them is gonna fill your beautiful pussy with theircum. I got first dibs, and if your baby turns out to be mine, I’ll put that perfect diamond on your ring finger and call you mine.” A shadow forms over his face as his eyelids narrow, giving his eyes an ominous look. “But if you get pregnant with someone else’s? Then, I guess you’re a single mom down bad.”
The finality of his words resonates through me like shockwaves while he stands with a broad smile on his face and offers his hand to me as if it’s a question. If I tell him no, he’ll take me back into town and drop me off at the trailer park.
Taking a moment’s pause, I consider my options. If I lay my palm in his now, I’ll be taking a chance that I’ll get knocked up by one of those men in there. They have enough money among themselves to keep a paternity judge quiet and not pay a dime of child support. Maybe not Wade, but he’d borrow the money from one of them in order to do so.
Most likely, Jet will fuck me the most out of the four since we’re practically sleeping together most nights, and his cock has already leaked inside me once today. The odds are better than one in four a child would be his. A twenty-five percent or greater shot of living life as a billionaire’s wife? I’ll take those odds rather than return to the nasty single-wide my drunk uncle still rolls around in, waiting to feel me up with his lecherous paws. If I reject Jet now, that’s exactly where he'll drop me off, then he’ll go get another girl to do this with.
Placing my fingers between Jet’s, I smile sweetly, flash my lashes at him, then stand with confidence. My holes may get sore, used, and worn out, but I’ll show Mr. Harrington, show all these men thatIwill be the one left standing in the end.
How hard could it be to fake a paternity test anyway?
Pressing his lips into my temple, he snakes an arm around my waist and closes the passenger door before leading us to the clapboard front porch. Heart pounding in my ears, I consumethe rich, crisp fall air before he opens the dark wood door with a creak.
It’s a usual Saturday inside the living room when we step inside the open entryway. All of Jet’s friends are gathered around the big screen playing some shooter game against each other in a heated battle. Loud yells fill the air up to the high cedar beams. Barely any of them glance up to greet us, except for Dane, who meets my eyes with his sparkling blue ones before giving me a broad smile.
Maybe they weren’t in on the task that Jet has volunteered them for.
Dane rubs a hand through his blonde hair. “Hey, lady. Jet.”
Jet nods his dark head of hair toward his cousin before placing a large palm on the small of my back, leading us to the soft, plaid oversized chair in the corner of the room.
To Dane, I was “pretty lady,” but I’ve started to notice he only calls me that when we are alone. Otherwise, it’s simply “lady.” Swallowing, my nerves ease knowing he’s right there watching me. The other two murmur their hellos but focus on the screen in front of them.
Jet sits and pulls me onto his lap. Trying to maintain some type of decency, I press my legs together between his wide-open ones. Jet strokes the end of my ponytail mindlessly as we catch the end of the argument Wade and Ash were in the middle of when we entered.
“Motherfucker. I told you, you cheated.” Wade’s large, tattooed hand grabs the beer in front of him, his thick neck stretching as he downs whatever is left, then rattles the empty can.
With a creak, Ashton’s long legs stretch across the coffee table as he sits back on the brown leather sofa with as big of a smile as I’ve ever seen him have, which is not much. Thesnakebite rings in his bottom lip catch a bit of the afternoon light from the front window. “I did not. You just need to get good.”
“Don’t you have studying to do,doctor?” Wade takes a jab at Ash, who picks up the controller and presses a button.
Ashton Jameson is Jet’s former roommate from their freshman year in university. Jet went into business, but Ash started studying medicine with plans to be the perfect plastic surgeon. Mr. Jameson owns most of the medical centers in the city, so by following in his father’s footsteps, Ash would always have a place to operate.
Whenever we had a conversation, it seemed he wasn’t really looking atme, but at what I could become. Like an unformed sculpture. His eyes are critical, objective. No one I know had ever gotten with him before, and I’ve never really seen him approach women at the wild parties the group are known to throw here at the cabin. A mystery, I always assumed he was gay, but if Jet has plans to share me with him, I have no idea what to expect.
“Let’s go again,” Ash sneers toward Wade.
“Okay, but here.” Wade thrusts his empty can and a few bottles at Dane, who gathers them in his muscular, tanned arms and straightens the room. “Pick these up and get us some fresh ones…” Darting his head to us in the corner, Wade spots me like I’m some statue that's been there the entire time. “Oh, prissy is here. Priss, get your puss in the kitchen and grab us some beers.” Dane pauses in his rise, squatting halfway in the air, his kind face catching me with a question.
Wade is who I’m most nervous about being with. A muscular god from thewrong side of town, he’s the group’s biggest freeloader, but he’s been one of Jet’s closest friends since elementary school when Wade’s father lost everything and was sent to prison for embezzlement. Ever since, it seems he has hada huge, tattooed chip on his shoulder with something to prove to his richer friends.
I’ve seen and heard how he operates with women. Jet likes to humiliate, but Wade enjoys causing his victims pain. The diabolic look in his eyes when he does it lets me know he really gets off on it. Choking, slapping, spanking, rough anal… If she’s not in tears, it’s like he doesn’t want it.
Once, during a Halloween party, he chased my friend, Jenny, around the woods outside our college campus wearing nothing but black jeans and a Ghostface mask. Later, when I was bringing her ice packs and a heating pad, she said when he caught her, he gave it to her so rough, she thought her asshole would tear. After that, she avoided him, as did most women on campus, except for those types of women billionaires would never be seen with.
Rolling my eyes, I make a move to stand up, not wanting to irritate the big guy anymore, but Jet stops me with an arm tucked tightly on my waist. “No, baddie’s comfortable here. Or will be. Dane, get the boys their drinks.” Dane nods and continues to grab the trash and everything off the table. He pauses before he reaches the kitchen.
“How are you, lady? Doin’ good? Want something from the kitchen?”
