30. Hallie

The next morning is Christmas Eve, and l wake up early to find Josh still sleeping soundly beside me, his arms wrapped around me like a vice. We spent last night once again losing ourselves in one another, until I felt utterly boneless, and only then did he let sleep claim him. I run my hands through his hair, memorizing the way he pushes deeper into my touch, even while he sleeps. It’s moments like this that I will miss the most, the quiet in the midst of this tornado we have let ourselves get swept away in. The storm is almost over, and I can see the sunshine rising over the horizon. Question is, how will I survive it?

I slip out of bed silently, pulling on the jersey he discarded last night when we got home, and letting his scent surround me as I tiptoe from the room. It’s early, so early in fact that I know that apart from Daemon, the rest of the house will still be sleeping, which is why I don’t mind slinking down to the kitchen. I’ve gotten comfortable being at the house in the last few weeks, and the guys are more than used to seeing me around now, so they barely even bat an eye.

Daemon doesn’t even flinch anymore as I enter the kitchen, even with his headphones on, and to my surprise he slides a fresh cup of coffee across the counter towards me, as if he was expecting me. I smile in thanks, more than used to his silence in the mornings now, and instead of lingering and making him feel like he has to talk to me, I head into the living room to enjoy my coffee.

The armchair in there has recently become my own, and I get comfy, wrapping one of Josh’s blankets around my legs, and enjoying the early morning winter sun pouring in through the windows. It isn’t long before Daemon takes a seat on the sofa facing the same window, and we both listen to the soft trickle of an instrumental playing from his phone.

I’m not sure how long we sit there, but it’s long enough for my stomach to rumble, and at the sound, Daemon instantly rises to his feet and heads back towards the kitchen.

“You don’t have to cook for me,” I call out instantly, knowing that is exactly where he is going, and he freezes between the threshold of both rooms.

When he looks back at me, I can see an internal war going on inside his head, before he softly responds, “I like to cook for the people I care about.”

His words render me near speechless, because out of all the things I thought he was going to say, it wasn’t that, and it’s only now that I truly take him in for the first time today. The dark marks beneath his eyes are more prominent than ever, like he hasn’t slept properly in weeks, and my heart aches for him. I haven’t forgotten about the comments Hugo Peters made to him the other night about his father, and I wonder what other secrets he is hiding in that mind of his.

I know he opens up to Josh, but I also know it isn’t much, and I find myself wishing he had something more with someone. That someone could come along and see all of his broken pieces, and somehow work out how they fit together. I know I can’t say that to him, that the honesty would probably make him uncomfortable, so instead I keep it simple.

“You care about me?” I wonder aloud, knowing my question could send him into another spiral of silence, and I can see his body rocking back and forth on the spot, like he isn’t sure whether he should answer the question or run.

“You’re my best friend’s wife,” he replies simply, like that’s enough explanation in itself, and when I continue to stare at him in wonder, he adds, “Josh is the closest thing I have to family these days, the closest thing that counts anyway.” I can see how hard it is for him to admit that out loud, and I force myself to hold back the tears at whatever happened to him to make him this way.

“But you know the truth about us,” I dare to reply in a whisper, despite all the times he has seen something more than fake between Josh and I, he has known from the beginning that it was nothing more than a ruse.

We stare one another down, and I see his eyes trail over Josh’s jersey and blanket, at how comfy I am in his house, with his friends, his rings still wrapped around my finger, and he smirks. “I see everything,” is all he responds with a nod, before turning and heading into the kitchen without another word.

By the time the smell of bacon and pancakes has surrounded me, the rest of the house slowly comes to life. Levi is first, Daemon’s cooking making him like a bloodhound I have come to learn, before Landon slinks down beside him at the island, still half asleep. Neither of them grumble more than a good morning in my direction, as they sulk over their coffees and talk about heading home to see their families. Daemon is the only one staying home for Christmas, and though I invited him to spend the day with Josh and me at my parents’ house, he politely declined, and Josh told me not to push him on it.

When Josh finally strolls down the stairs, his eyes instantly land on me, his smile predatory, as he stalks towards me without a word. I open my mouth to say good morning, but his lips on mine rob me of anything other than being able to gasp into his mouth, as his tongue starts to stroke against mine. He kisses me like he wants to keep me, with nothing but possession and power, and I never want to be kissed by anyone but him ever again.

When we pull apart I find all three guys watching us, Landon with a smirk, Levi with worry, and Daemon with an intensity I can’t even begin to describe. Thankfully Josh ignores all of them, and heads into the kitchen to fetch us breakfast without me even moving from the chair.

I’m handed a plate of pancakes topped with sprinkles, and when I flick my stare towards Daemon in question, he shrugs with a blush. “It’s Christmas,” is all he responds, tucking into his own breakfast, as we all enjoy our food together.

Once we are done, all the guys disperse from the kitchen. Levi and Landon moving to get ready to head home, and Daemon because, well because he is Daemon.

I stay cocooned in my blanket in the chair, quietly reading on my phone, as Josh reaches me and gestures for me to let him in the chair with me. I don’t bother following his command because just as I expect, without even waiting for me to answer, he reaches down and picks me up, steals my spot, and then places me onto his lap effortlessly. He tucks the blanket back around us, and positions me on his lap sideways so he can nuzzle into my neck. I try to stay focused on my reading, I really do, but it seems that my fictional boyfriends are for once not as intriguing as my husband.

Especially when his hands start to run up and down my bare legs in slow, sensual strokes. When I look at him he is watching me closely, and I do my best not to squirm in his lap under his stare. I can feel his erection slowly growing against my ass, and I know the moment that he knows I feel it, because he smirks at me wickedly. My eyes flick back to my book with a focus I don’t currently possess, trying and failing to ignore him, but that only intrigues him more.

“What’s got you staring at that screen so hard, Hals?” he asks, kissing the side of my neck gently, as his hands start to brush up my inner thigh. When his eyes drop to my phone and he spies what I am looking at, they widen in surprise and delight. “Are you reading porn while sitting in my lap, Mrs. Peters?”

I blush furiously, yet still manage to keep my voice strong as I reply, “Technically I was reading it before I sat in your lap, you’re the one who disturbed me.” I’ve been reading for the last thirty-minutes as I enjoyed my pancakes and he and the guys chatted away in the kitchen none the wiser.

“Are you telling me you have been sitting here with my teammates all morning reading smut about…” his voice trails off as he takes in more of the words on my phone. “Wait, how many guys are there?” he asks, voice incredulous, as he reads a particularly spicy scene in the why choose romance I am currently in the middle of.

“Three guys,” I whisper, not because I feel self conscious, but because his hands are dangerously close to finding out just how much fun I have been having while sitting here. “She doesn’t pick, she is in a relationship with all of them.”

His eyes flick to mine as his hand tightens around my thigh. “At the same time?” I nod, making his eyes darken with lust. “Is that what you want, wife, three men worshiping you?” he asks, resuming his stroking on my leg, only this time he gets even higher, his fingers brushing against the damp lace of my panties. “Should I call my teammates down here and let them watch as I make you come?” he adds, slipping his fingers inside and groaning at how dripping wet I already am. “Fuck, I think you would like that,” he grits, massaging my pussy gently, and my eyes flick to the stairs in a panic.

“Joshua, they could come down at any minute,” I gasp, as he brushes his fingers against my clit.

“Isn’t that what you want?” he purrs, licking a strip of skin up my neck, and I tip my head back to give him more access.

“What happened to my jealous, psycho husband,” I pant, not wanting to be caught, yet not caring if we are. He is barely even touching me yet his fingers are like magic.

“Oh, no one is allowed to touch you, Tink, you belong only to me” he grumbles against my neck, licking and nipping at the skin there, as if he is imagining it’s my pussy. “But I’d let them listen to you scream my name while I make you fall apart.” He pairs his words with a gentle circling of my clit and I can’t keep in the moan that spills past my lips.

“Joshua, please” I pant, desperate for him to move his finger even faster, yet he continues to tease me until I feel like I am losing my mind.

“That’s it, baby, let them hear you beg,” he teases, rubbing my clit with his middle finger until I am writhing in his lap, my phone now being crushed between my fingers until I fear it might break.

I open my mouth to beg for more when footsteps start to thunder down the stairs, and then Landon appears, with Levi hot on his heels. They are both heading out to see their families, Landon to see his sister, and Levi to see his dad, both who don’t live too far from one another, so they are driving together. They barely even pay us any notice as they dump their bags at the door and head into the kitchen to grab some supplies for the road.

If it wasn’t for the blanket across our legs they would see my parted thighs, my pussy dripping as Josh glides his fingers through it. I try to clamp my legs together, to push him off, but all it does is send my husband wilder. His fingers pick up their pace, mixing between toying with my clit and sliding down to sink inside of me, all the while his friends talk back and forth in the kitchen, completely unaware.

“Look at them, Tink, they have no idea that I am playing with your pretty little cunt,” he whispers against my ear, making my entire body shudder. “Should I make you scream for me now? Should I let them hear how perfect you sound when you come?” My entire body burns beneath his touch, and I don’t think he will have much choice in making me come, I’m already halfway there.

With their focus in the pantry pulling out snacks, Josh moves me slightly so his hand can fully sink down with ease, as he slips his finger into my cunt all the way to the hilt, and then starts to slowly grind his palm against my clit. I hold back another moan, biting my lip so hard that I taste copper on my tongue, yet still I grind my hips against his hand.

“I can feel your pussy squeezing my finger, baby, do you like the idea of being watched, of being caught with your pussy all filled up?”

Fuck. Who the fuck taught him to speak like this?

His words have my brain short-circuiting as my body begins to tremble, but I think I’d rather die than have him stop touching me right now.

My cheeks start to heat and I feel his chuckle as he slips another finger deep into my pussy, praising me as I clench around him. “Such a good little wife.”

When the guys turn towards us, it takes everything in me to swallow my moans, and I focus on my phone like it’s the most interesting thing in the world, as Josh pretends to laze around beneath me.

“You guys heading out?” he asks, his tone appearing completely casual and unaffected, as his fingers continue to sink in and out of my cunt.

“Yeah we want to get on the road before the traffic gets too crazy,” Landon replies, but it’s Levi’s gaze I can feel burning into us.

“Okay, well drive safe,” Josh tosses back, giving them that typical guy nod, and turning his attention to my phone, as if whatever is on it is also interesting to him.

“Merry Christmas guys,” Landon calls over his shoulder as he heads out, and after lingering for just a second longer, Levi follows after him too.

Josh doesn’t even wait for the front door to fully shut, before he is slamming his fingers in and out of me, and rubbing his palm against my clit like his only mission in life is to make me come. His other hand snatches around my throat and turns my head so he can capture my mouth with his own. Then he is fucking me with his hand, capturing every gasp and moan, while his friends are still right outside.

I come so hard I swear I black out for a second, but he doesn’t relent, just continues to fuck me through my orgasm until I am grinding and panting against him like a horny little slut. Then before I can even catch my breath, he rips the blanket off us, pulls my panties to the side, and then frees his cock, pumping it twice, before lining it up with my pussy and slamming me down onto it.

The moan tears from my throat freely now, as Josh sweeps my hair to the side over my shoulder, and leans back in the chair and starts fucking me from below. “Fuck, this god damn jersey” he groans deeply, his hands spreading my ass cheeks, as he no doubt watches himself sink inside of me. “Do you have any idea how fucking good it feels to fuck my wife while our last name is spread across your back?” he grunts, fisting his jersey, and pulling it tight against my skin, as I grind my hips into his. “You look so fucking good in it, Hals,” he adds with an almost pained moan, like he has been holding in that truth for far too long.

My eyes flick towards the window where I can clearly still see Landon and Levi loading up the car, as I moan, “Joshua, they could still catch us,” I gasp, his cock hitting that place inside of me, as he releases the jersey and leans up to bring his chest to my back.

I continue to grind into his lap, my chest heaving as he cups my tits through the fabric, toying with my nipples until they are hard and aching. “Someone already has,” he grunts into my ear, his pace never relenting, as his left hand closes around my throat, his thumb pushing my head to the right where I meet the dark and stormy eyes of his roommate.

Daemon is standing frozen on the threshold of the room, his eyes taking in every inch of the scene before him, and I can’t stop the clenching of my pussy in his presence. Fuck. What the hell is wrong with me?

Granted he can’t exactly see anything, I am drowned in Josh’s jersey so both my tits and pussy are still covered, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why I am grinding in his best friend’s lap. I expect Josh to stop, or tell Daemon to fuck off, but I watch as Daemon’s eyes collide with my husband’s, and they have some sort of silent communication.

I can’t read the expression on Daemon’s face, his mask blanker than my own, just like always, yet Josh’s hand flexes around my throat possessively. “Stay,” Josh commands, and I should be embarrassed, maybe even ashamed, but when his eyes flick back over us both and turn heated, I can’t help but bask in the forbiddenness of it all. Especially when Josh’s mouth is still hot on my neck as he breathes, “Daemon likes to watch.”

His words force me back to the night of Halloween, because of course I already know that Daemon likes to watch. I remember vividly what it felt like when he watched Archer kiss me and feeling more free than I did then, I can’t help but smile, as I reply, “I know, I remember.” Josh squeezes my throat in response, the heat of his ring blinding, as he silently pleads for more information. “He was there during truth or dare,” I add, still slowly riding him under the watchful eyes of his friend. “He watched as Alexander dared Archer to kiss me.”

The hand around my throat flexes again at the mention of kissing his teammate, and he grunts, grinding his cock into me a little harder until I moan. “Does my wife want to play again?” Josh asks, letting his other hand slip beneath the hem of his jersey so he can play with my clit. I’m nodding before I even realize, marveling at how Daemon’s body turns to stone at our conversation. “Truth or dare, Hallie?”

Not yet confident enough to pick what I know he wants me to, I can’t help but gasp out, “Truth.” I feel his smirk against my ear, his harsh, moaned breaths only sending me even more wild for him.

“Do you like my best friend watching you? Do you like knowing you belong to me and that I can own you like this? Do you like feeling his eyes trail over you while you ride my cock like a fucking goddess knowing I won’t let him or anyone else touch you?”

Fuck.

“Yes,” I moan, clenching around him, his filthy words making me even wetter. “Yes, yes, I like it.”

Josh’s hand is dripping between my thighs, playing with the mess I am making for him, as he purrs, “Good girl.” I know the moment his eyes flick back to Daemon, watching him, warning him, yet his friend doesn’t move an inch. “Now let’s play again, truth or dare, Hallie, and you already used your truth.”

His hand slows his pace against my clit making me groan, as I grind my hips down into him silently begging for more. I know I won’t get it, not until I give him what he wants, no, what he needs, and fuck I have never felt more powerful. He might have all the control, but he is giving me a freedom I have never even thought was possible.

My eyes collide with Daemon’s again, and I swear I can see amusement there, like he is trying to convey some sort of message, not that I am in any position to decipher it right now. Josh’s hand is slick as it sides up and down my pussy, giving Daemon everything, yet showing him nothing. It’s exhilarating, and all I can do is smirk as I breathe, “Dare.”

Josh’s voice is stained in nothing but pleasure as he demands, “I dare you to come on my cock while my best friend watches.”

Fuck.

The sentence has barely fallen from his lips before he starts pounding into me from below, and when I try to move my own hips again he tightens his hold. Then he is pumping into me from below, driving his dick so hard into my pussy that the only sounds in the room are our pleasured breaths, and the wet smack our bodies. The sound is obscene, and I just take it. I take every inch of his cock, as his best friend watches, and I have never been more turned on in my life.

Daemon surveys us with keen interest, but his eyes bounce between the two of us, like he can’t quite choose where to look, and when my pussy starts clenching at the thought of him enjoying seeing both of us, Josh uses the hand around my throat to pull my stare back to him.

“I think that’s enough looking at my best friend, wife, I want your eyes on mine when you come for me,” he grunts, shoving my hips back down on his, and all I can do is stare at him and let him see what he does to me.

“Joshua,” I whisper, wanting this little moment only for us, and his eyes sparkle, as he feels me getting ready to fall apart around him.

“Come for me, baby, I love feeling you squeezing my dick,” he murmurs against my mouth, grinding our hips together, until I am shaking against him, as my orgasm takes over completely.

“Fuck,” I scream, flexing my own hands on his knees and bouncing up and down on his cock, as I ride out my wave of pleasure, only spurred on by two manly grunts as they watch me.

I know the moment that Josh is ready to explode, because he releases my throat and grips my hips in both hands, slamming me back down onto his cock roughly. I toss my head back against his shoulder, closing my eyes, too sensitive to see or do anything but take him, and with one last snap of his hips, he is coming with a loud groan.

I am panting and breathless against him, my whole body trembling from the aftermath of his onslaught, and when he trails his mouth up my neck, all I can do is purr like a damn kitten.

“Fuck, Tink, what the hell am I going to do with you,” he grits against my skin, his words burning like fire, and when I open my eyes to look at him, I find him staring at me intensely. “You okay?” he asks softly, and my eyes flick over to where Daemon was standing, but I find him already gone.

“Have you ever done anything like that before?” I whisper, and I don’t know why but he barks a laugh, like what i just said was the funniest thing he has ever heard.

“Hallie, I have never done anything like what I do with you,” he murmurs, pulling me in for another kiss as if he can’t stand not having the taste of me in his mouth. Yet I’m not sure what he sees on my face, because he sighs gently, pulling us back into the chair, his cock still inside of me, as he adds, “Fucking for me was always just an outlet, I was in, out, then gone. You’re the only person I have ever had more with, or wanted more with.”

His words light me up inside, only now that my lust haze has passed, I can’t help but wonder why he let Daemon watch us, no matter how hot and enjoyable it was.

“How do you know Daemon likes to watch?” I ask, searching his stare, as his hands start to rub all over my body again.

“It’s his thing,” he shrugs. “Never with me before, but I’ve heard rumors about him, hard not to sometimes.” I mean he’s not wrong, there is more gossip at FU than there was in high school, there is always something, yet I remember the night on Halloween.

Daemon was watching Archer not me, and just now, his eyes didn’t stay on me, they trailed over my husband too. So was he watching me, or them?

Those questions aren’t mine to answer, nor are the answers my concern, so instead I focus back on Josh as I ask, “And what’s your thing?”

“You,” he replies instantly and without thought, and I blush harder than when he just fucked me in front of his friend.

“Then why did you just let your best friend watch me come?” I question with a smile, not sure if I will ever be able to look Dameon in the eye again after what just happened. Thank god Landon and Levi didn’t realize what we were doing as they left.

“Because I know you’re mine,” his answer is just as quick as the last, and hope soars inside of my chest. “The whole town could watch me fuck you and it wouldn’t make you any less mine, you’ve got my ring on your finger and my last name, you belong to me and no one else,” he adds, and his words shouldn’t delight me, they shouldn’t have me feeling needy to let him fuck me again, but apparently I don’t have a limit when it comes to my husband. “Now stand up so I can watch my cum drip down your legs, wife,” he purrs, pushing me off his dick and to my feet, his growl scraping against my very soul, as I feel his release sliding down my skin. “Turn around,” he commands, and I do instantly, looking down at him, but his eyes remain firmly between my thighs.

Then he is dragging his fingers through his cum, collecting it up, before rising to his feet with it dripping from his ring finger. I know his next demand before he can even voice it out loud, and I open my mouth and wrap my lips around his finger, licking it clean completely, making him groan.

When I pull back, his lips are on mine before I can take my next breath, and for the first time since this started, I forget about the rules, I forget about the deal, and I let myself feel that this is all real. That feeling only intensifies when he dips down and picks me up, wrapping my legs around him, and moving towards the stairs.

“Come on, wife, you can swallow my dick in the shower like you just did my finger, before I lay you out and show you the only person who will ever own you again is your husband.”

I’ve never agreed to something so fast in my life.