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Share Us
Hudson really has been getting close to the kids lately. All of them have.
As the door clicks shut behind them, I turn my attention back to the movie. The familiar scenes play out before me, simultaneously comforting and bittersweet. I rest my head on Antonio’s shoulder, feeling the solid warmth of his body beneath me.
Benedict shifts closer to me on the couch. His fingertips brush against my hair.
Benedict’s fingers trail from my hair down to the sensitive skin behind my ear, sending shivers down my spine. As his hand slowly makes its way across my collarbone and down my chest, my heartbeat quickens, and I find myself holding my breath in anticipation.
“Relax,” he murmurs, sensing my tension. “Trust me.”
I take a deep breath and try to center myself as his hand continues its journey downward, sneaking its way beneath the blanket I’ve thrown over my lap. My body is a mixture of nerves and excitement, but I focus on Benedict’s touch—strong yet gentle—and let it ground me.
His fingertips brush against the waistband of my jeans, teasing at the edge before unbuttoning them, sliding down the zipper, and slipping beneath the fabric. The contact between his warm skin and mine sends jolts of electricity coursing through me.
“Is this okay?” he asks softly, his voice barely audible over the dialogue of the movie.
“Y-yeah,” I stutter, trying to ignore the butterflies that flit through my stomach.
“Harper,” he whispers, his breath warm against my ear, “can you open your legs more for me?”
My heart skips a beat at his request, and I feel a mix of anticipation and curiosity course through my veins.
What about Antonio?The look on his face makes it clear that he’s not worried about that.
Hesitantly, I comply, parting my legs ever so slightly. “Like this?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Wider, baby,” he responds, his tone filled with approval.
My legs part wider, giving him easier access, and his hand ventures deeper, his fingers finally meeting the heat between my thighs.
“Harper,” Benedict says softly, his voice carrying a weight that belies the tenderness of his touch, “there’s something we need to talk to you about.”
The air is thick with tension as I glance at each of their faces. My heart races, and a hot flush spreads across my cheeks. They must know. They have to know. Why else would he want to talk to me right now of all times?
I can fix this. I have to fix this.
“Look,” I stammer, fidgeting with my fingers, “I’m so sorry. I thought you guys already knew that I…well, that I’ve slept with all of you.”
Their expressions don’t change. They don’t seem angry or upset, but it’s impossible to read their thoughts. Are they about to walk out on me, kick me out for being unfaithful? Would I even blame them if they did?
“Harper, sweetheart,” Benedict says softly, his fingers gently gripping my inner thigh, sending shivers up my spine. “You don’t need to apologize for anything.”
Wait, what? That’s not what I was expecting.
He stares into my eyes, his gaze intense and filled with desire. “Really?” I whisper, almost afraid to believe him. But it’s not just Benedict I’m worried about; it’s Hudson and Antonio too. What do they think of me now?
“Really,” he confirms, his thumb stroking my thigh in slow circles. I can hardly breathe, let alone think straight. Is this really happening?
Hudson chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief, standing in the doorway after having successfully put the kids to sleep. “I gotta say, Harper,” he says, a grin stretching across his face, “I never would’ve guessed you had such a spicy side to you.”
Antonio’s lips curl into a smile, and he brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “And to think,” he murmurs, his voice low and seductive, “we all want to share you.”
“Share me?” I ask, the words slipping from my mouth before I can stop them. The thought is both intimidating and thrilling, but I struggle to comprehend how it would work. “What do you mean by that?”
“Exactly what it sounds like,” Hudson replies, his eyes darkening with lust. “We all want you, Harper. And we’re willing to share if it means we can all have you.”
“But you have to agree,” Benedict pipes up, always the perfect gentleman.
My pulse races at the intensity in their gazes. It’s as if they’re looking straight into my soul, knowing every secret desire I’ve ever had. “But…how would that even work? I mean, I can’t be with all three of you at once, can I?” The question hangs in the air, heavy with uncertainty. I can’t help but wonder if this is just a fantasy, something that will never come to fruition.
