They were my brother’s best friends—the HawkThorne brothers. Wealthy, ruthless, and filthy enough to make the whole city drop to its knees.

I was the good girl once. The perfect wife. Until my husband had sex with half my office and shoved me into an open marriage I never asked for.

One night at a bar was supposed to be my rebellion—a dirty little secret to make me forget. I never expected to run into them. Six years had made them look harder, darker, and so much hotter.

I shouldn’t have let them touch me. Shouldn’t have let them ruin me against a bathroom sink with their filthy mouths and rough hands.

Three men. One night. No promises.

But the eldest HawkThorne pressed a card into my palm before I could slip away.

I thought I could handle them. Thought I could survive their obsession.

Now I’m learning there’s no such thing as just sex with the HawkThorne brothers.

They don’t share. They claim. They corrupt.

And they’re coming for every last filthy piece of me.

I want an open marriage

SARAH

“I want an open marriage, Sarah.”

My eyes drift from Aaron to the sly bitch sprawled on the bed behind him. I hope she knows she’s fired. I hope she knows I’ll do anything to make sure she’s never hired by any of the big 40s in our country. I am not a petty woman, but I trusted my personal assistant enough not to crawl into my husband’s bed.

Apparently, that was a mistake.

I swallow hard and return my gaze to my husband of six years. He stands tall, wearing nothing but a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs. Bile forms in my throat when I realize that I bought that for him.

“Why?” I ask, fighting my tears.

“I told you I want a divorce, Aaron. Not an open marriage. I refuse to bring myself down to your level.”

He throws his head back and laughs. I recognize the sound. There was a time it made me blush and look away, but that was so many years ago. Now, I just want to stick my heel in his throat and stop that laughter forever.

I don’t do that. I stand still and look straight into those menacing green eyes of his.

“You must be joking, Sarah. If you do that, I’ll walk away with all of Wellspring. I’ll reduce you to nothing, woman. You know me.” He begins walking in circles around me.

“We built that company from the ground up together. Six years of my sweat, money, and brain are in Wellspring. You are only the face. If you dare to threaten me with divorce again,” he places his hand on my shoulder, and I contemplate my chances of a “not guilty” verdict for involuntary…or voluntary manslaughter.

I tilt my head to look at him. His lips spread into a thin smile.

“I’ll take it all, Sarah. Every single bit of it, and toss you into the streets. Let’s see if your darling brother will be able to save you from the ruins.”

My jaw clenches at the mention of my brother. If Kevin knew what Aaron had done to me, to the sacred bond of our marriage, my darling husband would have been in a body bag on his way to his own funeral.

I take another look at the blonde bitch on my bed and force a smile.

“Fine then. You want an open marriage,” I turn to Aaron. The man whom I have spent six years of my life loving, supporting, encouraging. The only man I have ever trusted enough to give my heart and body too. None of it means anything to him.

Why should I fight for the respect of someone who has done nothing but disrespect me? Sleeping with more than half of my female staff? Lord.

“I’ll give you an open marriage. But I promise I’ll make you regret it.”

“Regret?” He asks as amusement lights up in his eyes.

That annoying laughter slips out of his throat again.

“What do you think you are? Why would I regret this decision? I have been craving for this day all through our marriage. You…” he points right his index finger at me.

“…are a lame vanilla pillow loving fuck. What am I supposed to regret? The back shots you can’t give? The positions you’re too fucking lazy to stay in? My dick you’re too dumb to suck properly?”

I can’t stop it now. The tears flow from my eyes and run down my cheeks. I grip the sides of my suit pants, digging my manicured fingers into my skin.

“No man will want you. I only did because you looked so hot six years ago, and I thought you were going to be a menace in bed. Me, a commoner, got to fuck the little sister of Kevin Wellspring? My friends worshipped the ground I walked on. But you turned out to be so…”

“Leave her, darling.” His mistress cuts in. For a brief moment, I wonder if she feels sorry listening to the man she has just fucked address his wife like that.

He scoffs and turns his back to me.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, Sarah. Now leave. Find someone else to bother with your sorry face.”

Right in front of me, he returns to the bed and continues kissing her. I quickly look away and drag myself out of the room. At least he has the decency not to take her to our bedroom…right?

Damn it.

I stomp up the stairs to the master bedroom and find my way to my walk in closet. There is no way I’m staying in this house tonight with Aaron and his little miss downstairs. My chances of going to prison are too high.

Frantically, I search for a dress “sexy” enough to wear to a club, or a bar, or anywhere I was guaranteed to get looked at.

NO MAN WILL LOOK AT YOU.

Aaron’s words echo in my ears, but I shake my head hard enough to force it out. I pick out a red dress I haven’t worn in quite a while, and put it against my body.

I look up at the mirror. It’s barely covering my thighs. I stopped dressing so slutty after I got married because Aaron didn’t like it. Yet, he’s cheating on me with girls who wear worse. I laugh at the irony of it all and move into the room.

In an hour, I am dressed in a thigh high red body con mesh dress with a V-shaped neckline that accentuates the fullness of my breast. I put on my pearl necklace and matching studs, and black heeled sandals. I let my red hair fall in full waves down to my shoulders, and adorn my lips with red lipstick.

I look hot. I feel hot. But not hot enough to keep my husband.

Then again, could you ever keep a man that didn’t want to be kept?

It’s a thirty minute drive to Vincent’s. A club that was rumored to host the one percent of the one percent. If I was going to get a good revenge fuck, it had to be here.

I sit across a table of three girls and find them smiling and pointing in my direction. Confused, I look around me. Down at my dress, at my makeup. I don’t look like a clown, do I?

It’s only when the brunette winks that I know they aren’t looking at me. I turn to the table behind me and find what…no, WHO they’re looking at.

Three men on a table, exuding wealth, power, and class.

I narrow my eyes on the first man. A deep familiar feeling crawls into the pit of my stomach. Dressed in a navy blue suit and a white undershirt, his dark brown hair is slicked back, and he has a little scar on his jaw I can make out even in the poor light. When electric blue eyes suddenly locate mine, my breath hitches in my throat.

He raises a brow on seeing me, while my eyes widen. I look at the two men beside him. The next wears a grey shirt with three buttons undone, and a pair of matching grey pants. The clothes match the grey hue of his eyes. The last is in a black leather jacket and ripped blue jeans. He waves at me.

My heart skips a million beats at once.

Ronan, Malachi, and Jaxon HawkThorne. My brother’s best friends, and the most brutal, feared, and successful businessmen in the city are here! In the same club as me!

Heat rises to my cheeks when Malachi smiles.

Fuck. When did they get so hot?

The HawkThorne brothers

SARAH

Jaxon, for one, looks a lot more mature. He was 23 the last time I saw him. That was six years ago, a few days before my wedding. They had offered to throw me a bridal shower as a wedding gift which I refused. They were—and are still known to be sex gods. Since I had a crush on them, there was no way I was letting them throw my bridal shower.

As I continue to stare at them, Jaxon leans to whisper something into Malachi’s ear. Their eyes remain fixed on me. Malachi’s lips thin into a smirk as he speaks to Ronan. Ronan’s eyes narrow on me, and I swallow hard and look away.

My heartbeat increases rapidly, and I find myself panting. I place my hand on my chest and take in deep breaths to steady myself. The club suddenly became two times hotter, and sweat had formed a pool between my legs.

It was like Aaron said. I was 21 years the last time I saw them. I was hot then. What did they think of me now? Do they share in Aaron’s sentiment? Do I look like a prude now?

Gosh. I suddenly feel like an imposter in a hot red dress. I look down at my purse on the table and prepare myself to pick it up and leave. There’s no point. Aaron is right. I’m a pathetic prude loser. I’ve spent all this time at work, trying to build a name for myself that was separate from that of my brother’s that I let myself go.

Just as I stand to leave, a waiter approaches me.

“Excuse me, ma’am.”

I fight back my tears as I feign a smile while looking at him.

“Yes?”

“Uhmm, your attention is needed on table thirteen. Our esteemed guests there have requested that you join them.”

What? Really? Did someone really notice me? Could it be…?

No.

“Where is table thirteen?” I ask, and he points in the one direction I pray he wouldn’t.

“Over there, ma’am.” He points.

I know what I’m going to see. Yet, I tilt my neck in the direction of his hand and find the HawkThorne brothers staring at me. Of all the women in the club, why does it have to be me?

I swallow hard, terrified I would embarrass myself. They are the second most important people in my brother’s life after me. It wouldn’t hurt to say hi, right?

I thank the waiter and walk towards them. The way their eyes wander from my face, to my chest, and linger on my cleavage all at the same time makes me squirm. Do they like what they see?

The closer I get to them, the more overwhelming their aura becomes. They conquer space, the scent of their colognes threaten to overpower oxygen as well as everything else around them. No one dares order for a table close to theirs. Everyone who wants to be someone in Durmont knows better than to get on their bad side.

By the time I stand in front of them, I lose the ability to speak until Jaxon starts.

“Sarah,” he says out loud. His eyes drop to the flesh of my thighs. My cheeks heat up in embarrassment. They are shamelessly checking me out. I can’t remember the last time a man looked at me like that.

“It’s been so long. You look amazing.” He continues, and I smile.

“Well, thank you.”

“Where’s your little husband?” Ronan's baritone seeps into my ears. That voice was the object of my many fantasies as a teenager. It had only gotten six times deeper and hotter.

I purse my lips to let out some air. It’s becoming really hot in my insides.

“He’s not here with me tonight. I’m here on my own.”

Malachi’s right brow raises.

“Should you be? This is a club, and you look smoking hot.” He takes a sip of his drink.

“Yes, Sarah. People might be trying to fuck you.” Ronan concludes.

Something about the way he says “fuck” makes me want to be bent over their table and taken by him…or them. There had been rumors when I was younger that they liked to fuck the same woman at the same time. It was a thing for them. I find myself wondering how much of it is true.

I clear my throat before I attempt to speak. Malachi and Jaxon exchange smiles when they see how flushed I am. Ronan’s face remained straight. It isn’t unlike him. He’s the oldest of them after all. How old is he now? Thirty-six?

“Well, maybe I am.” The words spill out of my mouth before I get the chance to take them back.

Malachi’s grey eyes turn a bright silver as they gleam. Jaxon only smiles, while Ronan leans further into his seat.

“Do you mean that, Sarah?” He asks. I drop my gaze from his face to the floor.

“Don’t take your eyes off me.” He orders, and I obey without thinking twice.

“He asked you a question, Sarah. Are you trying to get fucked?”

I can’t find it in me to answer. They know I’m married. What will they think of me if I say yes? I’ll be well within my rights too. It’s an open marriage after all. What if they ask why? How do I tell them my husband decided to open our marriage because he was no longer attracted to me?

“You can trust us.” Jaxon adds.

“We’re in no position to judge you.”

I look up at him and nod.

“Words, Sarah. Use your words.” Malachi says.

“Yes.” I blurt out.

“Yes. I came here to get fucked. I mean, I’m in an open marriage. He has the right to fuck anyone he wants, and I have the right to fuck anyone I want. So…why are you guys smiling like that?”

“We never did give you a wedding gift, did we?” Malachi asks, and I shiver under the cold of his stare.

“N…no. Why?”

I can feel my heart about to leap from my chest.

“Sarah Wellspring, would you like to be fucked by us?”

My eyes widen.

“Like all three of you?”

“We never have it any other way.”

The rumors are definitely true then. Gosh! They all want me, but should they? I mean, I’m their best friend’s little sister and I’m not supposed to be hot, right?

“If you’re wondering why…” Malachi says as he rises to his feet. I watch in silence as he covers the distance between us. He towers above me. He’s nothing less than a foot and 2 inches taller than me, and I’m 5’6.

His right hand encircles my waist and rests on the small of my back. Heat floods my stomach immediately. I swallow hard and push my chest towards him just a little bit, causing him to stare down at my breasts.

“We’ve always wondered what you’ll feel like.”

“Sound like,” Ronan adds as he rises.

“Taste like,” Jaxon concludes.

Before I know it, I’m surrounded by the three of them.

Hot. Powerful. Amazingly sexy.

If the HawkThorne brothers want to fuck me, who am I to say no? This is my chance to prove to myself that I’m not the problem. I’m not the reason Aaron cheats repeatedly. I am an amazing sexy woman about to fuck three sexy men.

So, I manage a smile.

“Yes. I want to.”

“What do you want to do, little Sarah?”

“I want to be fucked,” I whimper. The heat between my legs slowly weakens my knees.

“By the three of you.”

The next thing I know, I’m in a dark red room in the VVIP session of the club. My red dress has fallen to my knees, and I am naked except for my heel sandals.

My nipples are painfully erect as they all look at me. Their dark eyes take their sweet time ravaging my body.

Fuck. They haven’t even touched me yet, but I’m already so wet.

“Come,” Ronan orders, stretching his right hand towards me. I step out of my dress and walk towards him. He orders me to sit beside him and I do.

Malachi and Jaxon kneel before me, while Ronan who’s seated beside me spreads my legs apart. I swallow hard.

Is this really happening? I’m nervous, eager, and so fucking turned on at the same time.

Their greedy eyes rest on my pussy, and Malachi sucks in a deep breath

.

“Tell us, Sarah. Do you want us at once, or one after the other?”

“At once.” I whimper.

“I want all three of you at once.”

Out of limits

SARAH

The HawkThorne brothers do not let me utter another word. Ronan tilts my chin towards him so that my eyes rest on his. Slowly, he leans into me. My dry lips part in ecstasy. Underneath his cold, yet passionate stare, I feel cold lips grace kisses up my right thigh, and another up my left. I throw my head back and arch my back as a moan tears from my throat.

I’m embarrassed immediately when I hear it. It’s such a guttural sound. I haven’t sounded like this in a…while. Can they tell?

Ronan sits up, and wraps his hand around my neck while Jaxon and Malachi take turns eating my pussy.

Damn. What am I doing?

These men grew up with my older brother. They practically lived with us after the death of our parents, Kevin was only 20 then. They’ve known me since I was a little girl. Being touched by them now, like this, feels like a taboo. A taboo I never want to end.

Ronan bites into the skin of my neck and I bite down on my lower lip to stiffle a moan. I’m successful until one of the brothers—I can’t tell if it’s Malachi or Jaxon—flicks his tongue on my clitoris.

My eyes fly open, and I feel waves of pleasure crashing down on me. The cry from earlier is nothing compared to the one that tears from my throat as I cum.

Heavens. I was barely touched, and yet I’m a mess.

When I look down at Malachi and watch him lick his lips, I force a lump down my throat. No one has ever done that to me. Sex with Aaron only meant him sticking his dick into my pussy as I lay flat on my back. I made small whimpering noises until he…well, finished.

But this? Fuck. This was something different.

“Someone’s been starved.” Jaxon says, looking directly at me as he licks my liquid off his tongue.

“Let’s fix that, shall we kitten?”

I glare at him. Does he remember his nickname for me? I used to be really feisty like a cat back down, now…

It dawns on me how much being married to Aaron changed me, all in bad ways. In that moment, I am somewhat grateful that what he meant to use to embarrass me had given me a new experience.

I’m still flustered, panting heavily when Jaxon picks up a phone and calls their car.

We drive to one of their chain of hotels in the city. They usher me in through a secret entrance, which is understandable. We certainly don’t want a scandal in the morning. Scandals are bad for business.

In the hotel room, I am slutted out and fucked by all three of them. They take different parts of my body, kissing me, telling me how beautiful I am. It’s almost unreal how much pleasure they give me.

By the time I have my fifth orgasm of the night, my pussy is sore from having all three of them at least three times each. They haven’t cummed yet, so I suck Ronan’s dick while giving both Malachi and Jaxon handjobs as their cum drips from my sore pussy.

I don’t stop. I’m not allowed to. Tears fill my eyes as I try to take in all of Ronan’s dick. He's the biggest of all the brothers.

I choke and gag, but every time I try to take my head backwards, Ronan grabs a fistful of my red hair and urges me forward.

“Fuck, Kitten!” He screams as he shoots a truck load of cum into my mouth.

My sore pussy is wet all over again. I lick my lips and look up at him. His electric blue eyes stare at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Malachi and Jaxon spill their cum on my face at the same time as Ronan eats my ass.

I have my sixth orgasm that night before I collapse on the bed. They take me into the bathroom and finger me until I can barely stand, before they take turns caressing me as they help wash me up.

When I’m cleaned, I watch them shower while sitting on the toilet sink, and Ronan scoops me up in his arms.

For the first time in so long, I fall asleep less than five minutes after hitting the bed.

~•~

By the time I wake up, it’s bright outside. I jerk up, hoping to the universe that it was all a dream.

Jaxon stirs beside me and I realize it’s not. I really fucked my brother’s best friends! All three of them!

I push the fancy duvet off me and scramble to my feet. Gosh. They really did one on me last night. My legs are weak and my entire body feels sore.

Despite all this, a smile forms on my face.

Aaron called me a lame fuck last night. I can only imagine the look on his face when he hears what I did. Not that I was going to tell him, anyway. I mean, except he asked, of course.

I get dressed as quietly as I can and prepare to leave when Ronan steps into the room. It’s only then I realize there is a balcony.

“Are you leaving without this, kitten?” He asks, flashing the key card in my face.

But my eyes aren’t on the card. They rest on his bulky chiseled body. They take in his tattoo, and the size of his dick even in its flaccid state.

I catch myself staring and look up at him.

“I was just…” I clear my throat.

“Thank you. I was looking for that.”

I walk to him to take the key card, but he raises his hand up. He knows I won’t be able to take it, not with how tall he is. I say nothing and stare at him. He presses a card into my right hand.

I look down at it.

HAWKTHORNE BROTHERS is written in fine print. The card tells of their class and elegance.

A frown stretches across my face.

“Why are you giving me this?”

“To call us, Kitten.”

I look up at him.

“Why would I want to do that? This was only a one time thing.”

Ronan chuckles, and the sound stirs something in my stomach. He covers the little distance between us with one step forward, and cups my right cheek.

“Last night was only the first of many, Sarah.”

My eyes widen. What does he take me for?

“You let us fuck you. You allowed us give you pleasure you know no living man has ever and can ever. You belong to the HawkThorne brothers until we say otherwise.”

I part my lips to speak.

“You can’t…”

“You’re ours now, Sarah. To fuck, to own, to break, and to love.”

“No.” My breath catches.

“No love. Just fuck.”

He smiles.

“But this won’t be happening again, Ronan. You’re my brother’s best friends! You’re supposed to be like brothers to me.”

“There was nothing brotherly about how good you took my cock last night, kitten. Or how many times you came in Malachi’s mouth.”

I look away from him as heat begins to burn my cheeks.

“Take the card and think about it. But don’t think too long, because we will be in touch.”

“How?” I retort.

“You don’t have my number.” I fold my arms across my chest.

He turns his back to me and I take a glimpse of the tattoo that covers the right half.

He scoffs.

“We don’t need it to get you, Sarah. When we want to, we would. Now…” he pauses and reaches for a pack of cigarettes on a stool.

“Don’t you need to hurry home to your little husband?”

I roll my eyes as I catch the key card he throws towards me. Furious, I stomp towards the door. I mean, what does he think I am, really?

Just as I open it, I hear his voice again.

“Sarah?”

I suck in a deep breath and turn to him.

“He’s a fool for letting you go.”

Ronan’s eyes aren’t cold when he says this. They’re almost gentle. Almost.

Yet, the softness brings tears to mine.

I nod in silence and walk out of the room swearing never to see them again. Yet, I slip their card into my purse.

They’re my brother’s best friends. I can fuck any man in the world, but not any of them. They’re out of limits.

You're ours now

SARAH

Their driver from last night insists on taking me home. He says they would kill him if they find out he let me take a taxi home. I don’t want to ride in their car. I can’t risk them knowing where I live.

So, I take his offer, but I only allow him drive me to the club from last night. I thank him and find my car in the parking lot. As I sit in it, I realize that I have to return to a place that was once my home. I realize that the fundamentals of my marriage have changed, and what I thought would be happily ever after for my husband and I have turned out to be anything but. I shake my head to fight back the gut wrenching feeling of disappointment as I turn the key in ignition and bring the engine to life.

When I’m home, I barely shut the front door before Aaron’s voice cuts through the house. He’s standing on the foot of the staircase in blue cargo pants and a white vest. Yes. He’s not dressed for work because he doesn’t work. All he did years ago was help me start my insurance company, Wellspring, and he’s been reaping the benefits ever since.

“Where the hell have you been?”

I don’t answer right away. I kick off my shoes, shrug out of my jacket, and pretend he’s not standing there. I can feel his gaze burn through my skin when he looks at the skimpy red dress I’m wearing. I always keep a coat in my car just in case.

“I asked you a question, Sarah. Where are you coming from looking like a half baked slut?”

I take in deep breaths and raise my gaze to him. When I finally speak, my voice is even.

“It’s none of your business what I do, Aaron. We’re in an open marriage, remember? What I do, with who, and where is none of your business.”

He laughs.

“That’s cute,” he says, shaking his head. “Wait a minute, Sarah. You think you can make me jealous? You? Come on, Sarah, you’re too damn lame for that. And let’s be real, if you ever try to fuck someone else, they’ll tell you the same thing. I’m sure wherever you went looking like a tramp, you were probably treated like a low budget one.”

Was I?

I don’t know why, but his words hit harder than I want them to.

I tell myself I don’t care—that I expected this from him. That the HawkThorne brothers are enough to show me that I’m desirable. Aaron’s opinion of me shouldn’t matter. It shouldn’t.

But my body betrays me. My throat tightens. My chest caves in. I turn on my heel and walk straight up the stairs, and into our bedroom. I find the bathroom, and shut the door behind me before I let my tears spill over.

I sit on the closed toilet lid, pressing the heels of my hands into my eyes, trying to force the ache away.

This is what he wanted, right? An open relationship. Freedom. Then why does it feel like I’m the only one breaking? Why does he get to be happy while making me feel miserable? I’m in the bathroom for hours, just bawling my guts out. I’m late for work already, but who cares?

My personal assistant can always…shit. I fired her. I sent word to the HR while on my way to the club that she was fired, and I made sure to add why even though I knew how it made me look. Who knows? If she wasn’t a middle aged woman, Aaron would have tried to fuck her too. I clean my eyes and rise up. I have to get to work. Wellspring is all I have now.

By the time I gather myself and step out, I hear something. A muffled moan accompanied by the creaking sound of furniture. My heart pounds as I follow the sound. My heart knows what I’m about to find, but my feet can’t stop moving.

The sound leads me to my home office.

The door is slightly ajar. I push it open just enough to see—

Aaron. With another woman. Not my personal assistant this time. It’s someone else. The motherfucker has a whole roster. And he’s fucking her right there on my desk.

As she screams in pleasure, she slaps a portrait of me down to the ground, and the glass frame shatters into tiny pieces. Aaron doesn’t stop, doesn’t acknowledge what she has done.

My stomach drops.

I don’t cry. I don’t scream. I don’t even breathe. I just turn around and walk out, return to the room, and get dressed for work.

I sit in my car for hours, staring at the empty street, hands clenched in my lap. My phone rings, snapping me out of the daze.

Kevin. My darling brother. Just the person I needed to speak to.

I clear my throat and answer. “Hey.”

“You okay?” His voice sounds normal, but I know him too well. There’s something beneath it.

“I’m fine.”

“You sure? ‘Cause my friends—you remember the HawkThornes?— said they ran into you last night. They said you seemed gloomy, but they made sure to cheer you up. Is there something you want to talk to me about, berry?”

A cold sweat trickles down my back. My grip on the phone tightens.

Cheer me up? And yes, my brother calls me berry. I ate a lot of them when I was younger. It was my comfort fruit. But, back to my panic…

“They… they told you that?” My voice is breaking as my heart pounds against my chest. Surely, they didn’t tell him anything else, right?

Kevin hums. “Yeah. Why?”

I exhale slowly, forcing calm. “Nothing. Thanks for checking in, Kev. I gotta go.”

I end the call before he can ask more. My pulse is erratic now, a different kind of panic settling in. I pull their card from my purse, stare at the number, type it in my phone, and before I can talk myself out of it, I press dial.

It rings once. Twice.

Then a deep voice answers. “That was fast.” It’s Ronan.

I grit my teeth. “What the hell did you tell my brother?”

Malachi chuckles over the phone.

Are they always in the same place at the same time?

“Relax, sweetheart. We were just looking out for you. Since you’re ours now.”

I scoff. “I’m not yours. What happened was a mistake. It can’t happen again.”

Silence. Then Ronan’s voice comes again, darker, lower.

“That’s cute, Sarah. But you don’t get a choice.”

My stomach tightens.

“We’ve tasted you once,” he continues, “And we’ll do it again. And again.”

Heat pools in my core.

Stop it, Sarah. You shouldn’t be feeling this way.

I know it. But I can’t stop it.

Jaxon’s voice joins in, smooth and knowing. “I bet you’re already wet, just from hearing us.”

I hate that he’s right.

I hang up before I can betray myself any further.

Diamond, lingerie, and handcuffs

SARAH

It’s been two days since I called the HawkThorne brothers and swore never to do it again.

I return home on a Wednesday evening, expecting to find Aaron with one of his many sluts. I’m surprised to see him watching TV on the couch when I walk in.

He pauses his show and turns to look at me.

I ignore him and head up the stairs hoping he won’t follow me. I hadn’t said a total of 20 words to him since the open marriage incident.

As usual, Aaron doesn’t take the hint.

“You’re not going to walk away from me, Sarah.”

Oh? But I already am.

I find my way to the guest room at the distal end of the hall, but Aaron quickly stands in my way.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asks, leering at me.

“What does it look like? I need to sleep.”

“We’re still a married couple, Sarah. We would sleep in the same bed.”

A bitter chuckle escapes my lips.

“You want to be in the same bed with a half baked slut?” I have found solace in the guest room where I can be far away from him. Yet, he won’t let me have it.

His nostrils twitch. I shake my head still laughing, and turn my back to him. I wonder why people like to dish out things they know they can’t take. Is his little ego shattered? He didn’t even get to see what the HawkThorne brothers did to me all those nights ago and he’s losing his mind. Yet, he brings his filthy whores to our matrimonial home.

I make my way to our bedroom and take a shower. After that, I throw on my favorite pair of pink silk pyjamas, and keep my feet warm in white slippers.

I’m in the study downstairs when I hear the doorbell ring. Aaron is watching TV so I know he wouldn’t stand up to get it. I look up from my laptop screen to the wall clock above the door.

It’s 8pm. I’m not expecting anyone. I also didn’t order any food because I had takeouts at the office before coming home. So who could it be?

I make my way to the front door and peep through the security hole to find a delivery man.

I turn to Aaron.

“Did you order anything?”

“Fuck off, Sarah.”

Well, I guess the answer is no.

I open the door and smile curtly.

“Hi, good evening.”

“Good evening ma’am. Sarah Wellspring?”

I blink.

“Yes, that’s me.”

He hands me a big black gift box adorned with a pink ribbon tied into a cute bow tie. I barely get the chance to take it in before he hands me a paper to sign.

Who is this from? Did Kevin send a gift to me without informing me? My birthday wasn’t for another seven months.

I take the box into my study, and slowly unbox as I’m seated. In the box sits a pretty pink jewelry box. I narrow my eyes on it as I cautiously open it.

My eyes catch the sparkle of the heart shaped diamond stones before anything else.

“Oh my goodness.” I gasp, covering my mouth with my palm.

It’s a beautiful Diamond choker with heart shaped stones all over it. I don’t even want to imagine how many karats?

Did Kevin send me this to make me feel better? Why didn’t he tell me?

There’s no card from him either.

I pick up my phone to call my brother, but a text pops up on my screen.

RONAN HAWKTHORNE:

Did you like your gift, kitten?

My eyes widen on their own accord. How on earth did he get…oh. He must have saved it when I called him.

SARAH WELLSPRING:

Who are you? Why did you get me this?

RONAN HAWKTHORNE:

Who am I? Come on, sweet girl. You know better than that. Wear the choker, Sarah. I’ll know if you don’t.

I roll my eyes. He must be out of his mind if he thinks this is going to work on me, because it wouldn’t.

Right.

But why are my nipples suddenly so painfully hard?

I drop my phone and push the box away. To hell with his Diamond choker. Nothing was taking me back to their bed.

The doorbell rings for the second time, and I’m tempted to send him a voice note telling him to piss off. How the fuck did he even know where I live?

This time, it’s a black lingerie in a red box. It’s so flimsy it can be torn apart with a mere snap. A thong that would barely fit my ass, and a matching bra.

This time, it has a note addressed to me from MALACHI.

Heavens. Did these men ever give up?

“Let’s see how long you can keep the panties dry.”

I swallow hard. Even in the air conditioned room, the warmth between my legs intensifies. I’m torn between being alarmed that they got my house address without being given, and turned on by how powerful they had to be to be able to get it.

Gosh. Sweat trickles down my forehead, and I fall in my study chair.

I put the box with the lingerie away, just like I did with the Diamond choker. That should be all for the night, right?

I can fight this. I can fight my desire for them until they grow tired and leave me alone.

A third delivery comes in less than twenty minutes. This time, I find handcuffs in the box. My jaw all but drops to the ground. Are they crazy? What would Kevin say if he knew? What would the world say if they knew they were trying to fuck the same woman, worse still, their best friends little sister?!

The sound of my ringtone cuts me from my trail of thoughts. I look down at the screen to find an unknown number calling me. I know I shouldn’t pick. It’s definitely one of the HawkThornes, or even all three of them. But I can’t resist because deep down, no matter how I try to deny it, I want them too.

What harm could a simple phone call do?

It’s not like they’re here to fuck me, right?

I plug my AirPods into my ears and answer the call.

“Smart choice with the AirPods, kitten.

” Jaxon’s voice fills my ears.

Wait. What? I sit up immediately.

How does he know I did that? Is he watching me?