Semua Bab Irresistible Fantasies (A Romantic Collection): Bab 201 - Bab 210

Chapter 2I’d frozen, heart hammering so hard I thought he could hear it. Sharing me. With Jax and Kieran….His best friends?The words had hung between us like damn smoke. I’d told him he was crazy. That I loved only him. That vows meant something.But that night, after he fell asleep, I lay there imagining it. Not the act itself…not yet, but the possibility. Hands that weren’t scarred and hesitant. Mouths that could devour instead of gently kiss. Bodies that could press me into the mattress with hunger instead of careful restraint. The shame that followed had been scorching.Now they were here under the same roof again, and the air felt charged. Every shared glance, every accidental brush of shoulders in the hallway, every low laugh that sent warmth spiraling through me, it all built like a storm I couldn’t outrun.Dinner was torture wrapped in domesticity.We sat around the table on the porch, fairy lights Marcus and I had strung up years ago casting a soft glow. Laughter came eas

Chapter 4 The wheels of Marcus's chair hum softly against the wood as we begin our descent. Each step down feels like a step toward something inevitable, something my body has been craving for weeks. The rich scent of coffee grows stronger, mingling with the steam still rising from my shower-damp hair. My fingers tighten around Marcus's hand, his grip steady and grounding even as my pulse races with anticipation. Halfway down, I see them. Kieran stands by the coffee maker, mug in hand, while Jax leans against the opposite counter. The moment our feet hit the bottom landing, the air shifts. It's not just the coffee anymore, it's the charged silence, the way both men's heads turn in perfect sync, like they’ve been waiting for us…for me Kieran's eyes lock with mine first. There's no mistaking the heat there, the raw hunger that makes my pussy clench. He slowly sets his mug on the counter, the ceramic clicking against granite like a starting gun. Then he moves, closing the distanc

Chapter 6The kitchen smelled like raw sex…thick, musky, and filthy. Sweat, cum, and my own dripping arousal hung heavy in the air. My body was still shaking, muscles twitching from the brutal orgasm they’d just ripped out of me. I turned my head slowly, neck aching, and met Marcus’s gaze across the room. His eyes were bottomless pits of pain, love, and a hunger so sharp it hurt to look at. His hand was still stretched toward me, trembling in the air like he could somehow pull me back from the edge we’d all crossed.Cum streaked my face, warm and sticky across my cheeks and lips. More of it coated my breasts, dripping in slow, obscene trails down my stomach. I felt marked. Claimed. Ruined in the best and worst ways.The soft whir of Marcus’s wheelchair cut through the heavy silence. He pushed forward, knuckles bone-white on the rims, eyes locked on the sight of me pinned between his two best friends. Jax and Kieran were still pressed against me, their bodies hot and slick, cocks ha

Chapter 8One year later, and somehow this had become our normal.I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the master bedroom, turning sideways to admire the soft swell of my belly. Four months pregnant. The doctor said everything looked perfect. After two long years of Marcus dreaming about this, whispering late at night about a little one running through the house, filling the empty rooms with laughter.I was finally carrying his child. Or at least, we all agreed it was his in every way that mattered. The love, the home we’d built around his limitations, the way he’d given me to his best friends so I could feel whole again. This baby was ours. All of ours.The front door banged open downstairs, followed by deep male laughter and the jangle of keys. They were back from dropping Marcus off after our night out. We’d gone to that little Italian place downtown, the one with the dim lights and the wine list that made Kieran’s eyes light up. I’d sipped sparkling water and let them

Chapter 1The silence in our house feels too damn much. It’s hick, heavy, and humming with the kind of tension that makes your skin crawl. Six months ago, I suggested the open marriage like a goddamn genius. I thought it would spice things up, give me a taste of new pussy, fresh lips, eager hands all over me. Ayra’s eyes had lit up like Christmas morning. Now here I am, alone in the spare bedroom, listening to my wife get absolutely railed in our own bed down the hall.My phone lies dead on the nightstand. Zero matches. Zero replies. Meanwhile, hers has been blowing up nonstop, guys practically begging to wreck her. The taste of that irony is bitter as hell.A loud, throaty moan cuts through the wall, followed by the steady, filthy rhythm of our bedframe slamming. I can picture every detail: Ayra on all fours, that perfect ass up in the air, some stranger’s hands digging into her hips while he drives into her from behind. Her favorite position. The one she used to beg me for when