Die For Me (The Consumed Series Book 2)

Jack

I never knew I would enjoy watching Hana with someone else so much. And fucking her at the same time as someone else? Holy fuck, even better. I had had my share of threesomes in the past, but none with a woman I was utterly in love with. When she brought up the idea of Michael and I “sharing” her, I was fucking furious. Share her with that twat? But she gave us no choice. If anything ever happened to Hana, I wouldn’t want to live anymore. So I had to do what she said.

How exactly would sharing Hana work? When we fucked her on the couch, that was the best orgasm I had ever had. But sex, privately or together or what the hell ever it was, was different than everyday life.

And then there was the life growing inside Hana. She was getting rid of it. I was all for pro-choice and equal rights and shit, but not with Hana. But, again, she was giving us no choice. And we would never know who the father was. Not that it mattered anymore.

Hana looked so fucking beautiful covered in our cum as she slept. I couldn’t take my eyes off her naked body cast in a soft glow from the moonlight. Her arm and leg were draped over my body, holding onto me as if I would flee. Never. I looked over at Michael who seemed to be asleep as well. His arm was underneath her pillow, his back flat on the bed. I knew he was a good-looking man—it was just a fact. His body was fucking killer, which was one of the main reasons I got so buff. I wanted to be just as hot for Hana as Michael was. I thought I was pretty close now, if not better.

My mind raced as I thought of the day that had gone by. Hana woke up as my wife, all mine…and now she was sleeping naked next to me and Michael. It wasn’t exactly the Wednesday I had imagined.

“Baby,” Hana whispered, startling me.

I looked down at her; her wide green eyes scanned over my face before she smiled.

“I love you. Please get some sleep.”

I smiled and nodded at her. “I love you, sweetheart,” I whispered back before I gave her a kiss on the forehead.

She closed her eyes and lowered her head against my chest. My heart stung at how much I loved this woman. And I knew she was still all mine. She was still my wife. I was never going to let her take that away from me.