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Share Us
They want to share me. Mytwoboyfriends gave me the okay to pursue things with their two best friends while still maintaining our relationships. It’s insane. Fucking nuts. Four boyfriends? They gave me permission to havefour fucking boyfriends?What and the hell is wrong with them? No. That’s just nuts. How would that even work? Would they have days? Would we share rooms? What about sex?
My mind wonders once again, an image of me on my big bed, Maddox between my legs, while Gage, Nyx, and Stone watch. Maybe Stone could even have his ropes. He said the things in his playroom are mainly for sexual encounters and ever since, the thoughts, thequestionshave plagued me. Who am I kidding, I’ve had sexual thoughts about every single one of them. My body heats up and goosebumps break out over my skin.
Though Gage and I haven’t done anything besides kiss and what we did that day in the gym, I can already guess how he would be in the bedroom. Demanding, bossy, confident. He also seems like he would be rough. Not as rough as Nyx though.
Fuck! My mind went there again!
Whatever is wrong with them must be wrong with me also because just thinking about them sharing me has my body burning up from the inside out.
“I’m sorry, Elle,” Hunter murmurs, pulling me out of my sexual daydream. Oh my God! I suck in a breath as my head flies in his direction. The broken look on his face makes me feel ten times worse than I already do. I literally just chastised myself for not being present in my best friend’s life and here I am, sitting next to him, holding his damn hand, and fantasizing about four other men.
I am a horrible fucking human.
“For what?” I choke out, shifting my body to fully face him on the couch.
Hunter runs the hand not holding mine through his hair. It’s then that I really look at him. His hair is stringy and unwashed, there are dark circles under his eyes and his clothes are wrinkled and mismatched. Normally that wouldn’t be an odd thing to happen when you’re lazing around your house all day, but for Hunter, it is. He may not keep his room the tidiest but his appearance is always immaculate.
“For being a moody bastard,” he grumbles before giving me a barely-there smirk that’s gone just as fast as it appeared. “It’s just been a lot to deal with and I’ve been working a fuck-ton.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” I quickly say. I don’t want him to add guilt on top of everything else he’s feeling. “I’m the one who needs to say sorry, Hunt. I’ve been a shitty best friend. I haven’t been here for you the way you’ve needed me and I genuinely feel so fucking bad about it. I’m really sorry. What can I do for you? What do you need?”
Hunter smiles but shakes his head. He releases my hand and wraps his arm around my shoulders, tugging me to him instead. Bringing my legs up onto the couch and tucking them beneath me, I snuggle into his side and inhale the familiar scent that is my best friend.
Except, that’s not what I smell.
“Hunter,” I whisper. He ‘hmms’ in response and I fight down a half laugh-half gag at his terrible B.O. that is now colliding with the side of my face. “When is the last time you showered, babe?”
“About four days ago. Why do you ask?” he asks, voice laced with confusion. For a second, I think he’s really just that oblivious, until he tightens his grip on me, forcing me deeper into the pits of death and destruction. “Do I smell bad or something?”
Smacking his hand off me, I push myself up, desperate to get as far away from the horrific odor as possible. Hunter quickly reaches for me once more, banding his arms around my waist before I have a chance to stand. He pulls me back down onto the couch and climbs on top of me, straddling my thighs. I push on his chest and wiggle my body back and forth, attempting to toss him off. Hunter grabs both of my hands in his and extends them above my head, pinning me and resulting in the offending armpits hovering inches above my face.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I screech.
Hunter grins down at me, his face taking on a devilish quality that doesn’t quite sit well with me. He drops down even lower and begins to snicker. Squeezing my eyes shut and taking a deep breath, I tuck my head into the throw pillow under me and pray the smell away. By the time I run out of oxygen and am forced to gasp for air, Hunter’s pit hairs are touching my cheek.
Oh hell no!
Forcing my body to relax and fill with clarity, I channel all of my badass warrior vibes and attempt to recall my training with Nyx. We went over a move for this exact scenario. Cracking my eyes open, I look up at Hunter’s face. His cheeks are puffed out and his face is red in what I can only assume is his horrible attempt to keep his laughter at bay.
Instead of burrowing deeper into my safe spot in the pillow, I turn my head and allow a feral as fuck grin to come out. Hopefully, it looks half as creepy as it feels. Judging by the way he furrows his brows and juts his head back to take me in, I would assume so.
“What the fuck is that look for, Elle? You look fucking possessed,” Hunter mumbles, his firm hold on my hands loosening a fraction.
Slowly bringing my knees up under his ass so that I don’t alert him to my plan, I plant my feet on the couch. I fight the urge to breathe deeply like in training, instead, I prepare my mind in silence. I’m sure the ax murderer look on my face only improves with my concentration.
In a move that’s not only quick but well-practiced and damn near memorized, I bridge my hips high, throwing Hunter’s weight forward, causing him to release my hands and catch himself on the arm of the couch. With my arms now free, I bring them around his body and hug his core tightly, yanking him down on top of me. Using my arm closest to the edge of the couch, I capture his same-sided arm, wrapping mine around his and pulling inward, throwing him off balance. Lastly, I tilt my opposite hip and roll him off of me.
Hunter lands on the floor with a loud grunt and I’m immediately thankful that Dillon took the glass coffee table with him. I cringe, knowing that could have been bad. Swinging my legs off the couch, I stand and look down at my shocked bestie, feeling a massive amount of pride in what I just accomplished.
I can’t wait to tell Nyx, I automatically think before scolding myself for the thought. Nyx doesn’t give a crap.
“What the fuck was that?” Hunter barks, glaring and panting at me from the floor.
“That was me telling you to get your smelly ass in the shower, Hunter Morris!” I deadpan, planting my hands on my hips. “I’ll order pizza and straighten up but you need to take care of yourself. We are done with the pity party and we are going to have a serious talk. Got it?”
Hunter continues his glare but slowly deflates. Grumbling something under his breath about ‘brats knowing how to do karate all of the sudden', he stands and saunters off toward the shower without another word.
Thank the heavens.
