Page 20 of Shared By Her Brother's Best Friends

“Why didn’t you call me, Emma? And why the hell didn’t you take all the guys with you to look for Max if you thought he was missing?” he hisses, lowering his voice.

I resolutely ignore Mason’s penetrating gaze as it bores into me, no doubt willing me to stay silent, Ty remains stoic and unreadable. I meet my brother’s eyes.

“Because I didn’t know anything was wrong. When I broke down, I called Jax to see if he could help, and he offered to drive me to the school. For all I knew, he was perfectly safe and sound still at school, and when we got there, he was gone. But before we panicked and called the cavalry, we’d did the logical thing and checked if Jessica had him. As it turns out that was the right thing to do as he was fine, and the school had simply forgot to inform me.”

I’m totally lying, of course, I was convinced that something bad had happened, but Jacob doesn’t need to know how bad it could have been.

“You still should have all gone,” he grumbles, but he knows what I said makes sense.

“Jacob, it was just a normal school pickup, we can’t all go every time. It would arouse attention and no doubt concern from other parents if Max got picked up by his mom and three bikers each day,” I say rolling my eyes at him.

“I guess you’re right. The last thing I want is people getting the wrong impression and thinking my baby sister is shacking up with three dudes,” Jacob says, as though the notion is ridiculous and beyond his comprehension to be something that could possibly happen.

Shit. He is going to blow a gasket if he ever finds out.

“Haha, yeah, right!” Jax laughs, a little too loudly if you ask me, pretending the suggestion is crazy.

If looks could kill, Jax would drop down dead from the side-eye Mason shoots him.

“Right, well, I need to get this little one up to bed and then I’m gonna take a long bath and then get into bed and relax, too,” I say, wanting to change the subject and get out of there as fast as I can. “Good to see you Jacob,” I add giving him a peck on the cheek.

If anyone thinks it’s odd that I’m going to bed before nine pm, they don’t raise it. Probably because the guys don’t want me around them any more than I want to be and my brother would like to believe I’m always in bed early, like a good pious and celibate girl.

“I’ll bring him up for you,” Jax says quietly, nodding to a still-sleeping Max in his arms.

I nod and allow him to carry Max upstairs to his bedroom. I should wake him for bathtime and brush his teeth, but he looks so peaceful that I don’t have the heart to. I’ll be sure to wake him early for a bath and make him brush his teeth for longer in the morning, I decide.

“Thanks, Jax, for everything. I don’t know how I would have coped tonight without you,” I whisper.

Jax shrugs, “It was no trouble. I had fun, despite the panic over Max that is. He’s a great kid, and you’re a brilliant mom, don’t let anyone make you think otherwise,” he says in a rare moment of sincerity.

I wait a moment, expecting some sort of joke, I’m learning this is how he handles serious moments, but nonecomes. So I just smile at him, shyly tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Thanks.”

“Goodnight, Emma,” he says with one final lingering look that makes me feel hot and bothered and start thinking about our sex earlier before he gently closes the door behind him, and I hear his footsteps receding away.

I tiptoe out of the room, quietly heading to the room next door to fetch some of my things. I try to avoid looking at ‘the scene of the crime’, my bed still crumpled and clothes from earlier scattered around. I quickly grab some pajamas, my towel, makeup remover, and my toothbrush and toothpaste from the small ensuite. I also grab my book from the bedside table. I’m going to soak in the tub which is in the main bathroom, my ensuite only has a small shower.

After drawing myself a hot bubble bath, I slide into it, allowing the warm water to soothe my tight muscles, still tense from the stress of the day. Between my thighs feels deliciously tender from the hours of sex. My nipples poke out through the bubbles and, unbidden, the memory of them being teased by Mason, his beard scratching along my skin, pops into my mind. I absentmindedly caress myself, closing my eyes and picturing their hands, mouths, and bodies entwining with mine. It was the single most incredible sexual experience of my life. I felt on top of the world, like a total sex goddess. That is until Mason opened his big mouth afterward. That memory snaps me out of my reverie.

Fucking Mason.

If having sex with me was such a huge disappointment that he regretted it instantly, then he should never have done it. We’re all consenting adults. Any one of us could have walked away or stopped it at any time. Yet we didn’t. We made a choice. He doesn’t get to pretend he’s better or gets to decide now what we should have done.

Jax doesn’t seem to think it was such a terrible mistake.

I wish I knew what the hell Ty thought, but I’ve no clue.

So why is it Mason’s opinion that’s bugging me?

Do I think he’s right?

Do I regret what happened?

I ponder this for a moment. By all accounts with how women are taught to behave when it comes to sex, I should feel regret, even shame. Yet I don’t. Given the chance, I’d do it again, even if it might be a reckless and crazy idea. I can’t deny the fact that I enjoyed it and that I find all three of them attractive, even pigheaded Mason.

Is it so wrong for me to enjoy some sexual pleasure?

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