Page 76 of Shared By my Ex's Best Friends
Ethan steps closer, brushing a thumb along my jaw. “You don’t have to earn love, Maya. Not from us.”
Liam takes my hand, threading our fingers together. “You’ve given so much of yourself. Let us give something back.”
We stand like that for a long moment, a quiet stillness settling between us like a blanket. Just breathing. Touching.
And slowly, the fear drains out of me.
I turn and walk toward the bed. They follow, their footsteps soft and steady behind me.
The bedroom is dim and quiet, lit only by the glow of the bedside lamp. I reach behind me to unclasp my bra, but my fingers tremble, fumbling at the hooks.
Liam steps in, silent but sure, and undoes the clasp with careful hands. The garment slips from my shoulders and drops to my feet.
He presses his lips to my shoulder—just once. A gentle brushing. Not claiming. Justbeing there.
Ethan is across the room, undoing the buttons of his shirt. There’s a peace in the way he moves, like there’s no need to rush anything tonight. No expectation. Just presence.
Jake sits on the edge of the bed, arms resting on his knees, watching me with that signature spark in his eye. But tonight, that spark burns lower, quieter.
There’s a different kind of heat in him now—one made of tenderness.
This isn’t about distraction. This is abouthealing.
I nod, just once—no words, no plea. But they read it anyway.
I need them.
Not just their bodies—but the reminder that I’m not alone inside mine.
When they touch me, it’s soft at first. Ethan gathers me into his arms and picks me up off the floor, the solid strength of his chest pressed against mine.
His lips find my collarbone, slow and controlled, and my hands curl in his hair. He sets me on the bed, next to Jake, who slips behind me, his mouth skimming the nape of my neck. His fingers trace my sides, causing goosebumps to break out along my skin.
Liam kneels on the bed in front of me, his gaze locked on mine. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs.
Each breath I take is drawn from their warmth. From the way they see me, touch me, hold me like I’m something sacred. Like I’m not a thing that broke tonight, but something that’s still whole—because ofthem.
I lounge back against Jake’s chest as he cups my breasts and plays with my nipples. Liam slides his hand between my thighs and brushes his fingers along my heated flesh.
I gasp, but Ethan bends down and catches my lips in a searing kiss.
The room hums with a rhythm deeper than sound—made of heartbeats, of whispers, of fingers brushing skin. There’s no rush, no greed. Onlypresence.Only the kind of closeness that feels like a promise.
I whimper as Ethan joins Liam, both of their fingers stroking me in sync—gentle, knowing. I’m growing so wet, my body softening and readying itself for them.
“You ready, baby?” Jake murmurs in my ear.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Please…”
“You heard her, boys.” Jake scoops up my thighs and spreads me open wider. “Make our girl feel good.”
Grinning, Liam moves to kneel between my legs, giving his length a few strokes before lining up with my entrance and pushing forward, sinking deep inside me.
I groan and drop my head back onto Jake’s shoulder.
“Do you like that?” he whispers as Liam begins to move his hips. “Do you like when all three of us take you?”
“I do,” I whimper. “I love it!”
