Page 30 of Shared by my Ex’s Best Friends (Twisted Desires #2)

Chapter thirty

MAYA

T he door clicks shut behind us, and for the first time all night, silence settles like a heavy blanket around my shoulders.

I don’t move right away.

I just stand there in the entryway of my own house, arms wrapped tight around myself like I’m still bracing for the echo of Nick’s voice—sharp and slurred and too close. The memory of his fingers on my wrist burns hotter than the skin ever did.

The house smells faintly of lavender, from the candle I lit this morning before everything. Before the wedding. Before the unraveling.

That scent used to make me feel calm. Safe.

Now it just feels like a memory I don’t quite belong to anymore.

Jake kicks off his shoes with a soft thump, like he’s trying not to make noise even in his own movements. He closes the space between us carefully.

“You want water? Tea? Whiskey?”

I shake my head slowly. It takes effort to speak. “I don’t want anything… except to feel safe again.”

My voice trails off, but I meet their eyes this time. I need them to know I’m letting them in

“I’m okay,” I say, but it comes out too fast, too rehearsed. I hear the lie in it the second it leaves my mouth.

Ethan’s already behind me, warm and solid, his hand finding the small of my back like it always does—like he’s built for that one specific job.

I exhale a shaky breath and melt into him, letting his arms wrap around me. Letting myself be held.

“You don’t have to be okay yet,” he murmurs into my hair. “We’ve got you.”

His words are soft and steady. I nod, barely, because it’s all I can do.

Liam is the last to come in, quiet and composed, shutting off the overhead lights with a flick of his wrist. The only illumination now is the amber glow from the living room lamp.

He walks over slowly, his eyes locked on mine—not like he’s waiting for me to fall apart, but like he’s silently promising that even if I do, they’ll catch me.

That he will.

I open my mouth, then close it again, swallowing around the lump in my throat.

“I thought I was fine,” I whisper, my voice cracking like old glass. “At first. Like I could just… shake it off. Be tough. But then I saw the look on his face and I—” The words falter, and I feel it break open in me. “I just froze.”

Jake’s arms slip around my shoulders from the front, gently bracketing me in. “You didn’t freeze,” he says firmly, like he’s rewriting the narrative before I can let it root too deep. “You assessed. You stayed calm. You looked for help. That’s strong.”

I shake my head against Ethan’s chest. “It didn’t feel strong. I felt so… small.”

Jake presses a kiss to my temple. “You don’t have to feel it to be it.”

Liam steps closer, his knuckles brushing my cheek before he tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His touch is light, but it holds me in the moment.

“You handled it, Maya,” he says. “And then you let us take care of the rest. That’s not weakness. That’s trust.”

That’s what undoes me more than anything—their quiet, unwavering presence. The way they don’t push. Don’t prod. They just stay.

I draw in a long, trembling breath. “I hate how he talked about me. Like I’m just… something to claim. Something owed to him.”

Ethan tightens his hold from behind. “He doesn’t matter anymore, baby. He’s not here. We are.”

Jake’s jaw ticks, and for a second I see the storm still simmering behind his eyes. “If he ever comes near you again…”

Liam cuts in, gentler. “He won’t. Not if we have anything to say about it.”

A pause. Then, Ethan asks, “Do you want to change? Get out of the dress?”

I nod slowly.

Jake and Liam help me upstairs, Ethan trailing behind. The zipper sticks for a moment, and Jake swears under his breath, gentle fingers tugging it down with more care than I’ve ever seen a zipper deserve.

When I’m stripped down to my bra and panties, I look at each of them—Jake with his protective fire, Ethan with his calm strength, Liam with his quiet devotion. My chest swells with something so big, so consuming, I can barely breathe around it.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you three,” I whisper, my voice thick with awe.

Jake grins, but there’s softness in his eyes. “We don’t know what we did to deserve you.”

That shouldn’t make me want to cry, but it does.

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. Just being 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 about healing.

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 of them.

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. Only presence. 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!”

“Good girl,” Ethan says in a rumbling voice.

“You feel so fucking good,” Liam growls.

He pumps in and out of me while Jake and Ethan kiss me and run their hands along my skin.

Suddenly, Liam pulls away and Jake guides me forward onto my hands and knees. As Jake slips inside me from behind, I take Liam into my mouth and suck him. Jake slams into me over and over again.

Ethan grabs my hand and wraps it around his shaft so I’m stroking him while the other two fill me. It’s overwhelming in the best way and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to get enough of this.

As we go on like this, I lose all sense of time. The guys switch places, again and again, seeking their pleasure but showering me with my own—so much of my own that I’m soon lost in a whirlwind of sensation, friction, and the feel of strong hands moving my body into new positions.

I lose track of how many orgasms they give me, but soon I’m a boneless, panting mess.

One by one, the guys fill me, pouring themselves deep inside me. And when we finally collapse into the sheets, our limbs tangled, breath stilling into quiet patterns—I find my breath again.

I curl between them, Jake’s arm secure around my waist, Ethan’s chest at my back, the steady beat of his heart against my spine. Liam’s hand finds mine under the blankets, fingers lacing.

Safe.

Held.

Loved.

Mine.

And somehow, theirs .