Myla was on her hands and knees, her lips wrapped tightly around Beck's thick cock, hearing his low groans as her tongue flicked along his shaft. Jared was behind her, holding her hips firm while he slammed into her, each thrust deep and rough. Their hands caressed her body like they owned her. Their voices filled her ears with filthy praises. She felt her pussy spasm as her orgasm rose. Climbing higher and higher, till...

Myla woke with a soft gasp, her heart beating fast, her skin damp even with the cool AC. She blinked rapidly at the ceiling, trying to clear the memory of the wet dream.

Though it had been a month since the pool incident, she was still dreaming of Beck and Jared.

Three long weeks since she'd watched her husband's best friends fuck each other like a creep.

"...Until you can't take it anymore and beg me to allow you cum." She heard the words that Jared said to Beck that day echoing in her ears, "You'll take whatever I decide to give you, won't you, Beck?"

She reached down between her thighs, hissing softly as she stroked her swollen clit. She stopped herself, let out a shaky sigh, and pushed the sheets off her body.

What the hell was wrong with her?

Dragging herself out of bed, she crossed the heated wooden floors of her room and stepped into the en-suite bathroom, avoiding her reflection in the mirror. The water was warm as she stepped into the shower. She tilted her head back, her face turned into the spray, and closed her eyes as she tried to shake away the remnants of the dream... the sound of Beck's moans, the way Jared had gripped her hair, the thick feel of cock in her mouth, in her pussy.

Was she really so sex-starved that her body had become so desperate that she had started imagining herself cheating on her husband? With his own freaking best friends?

Her stomach twisted with shame and guilt as she picked up her sponge, poured her shower lotion on it, and started washing her body thoroughly, like she was trying to scrub away her sins.

Her body and mind ached with want; she wanted to feel wanted again. To be used... worshiped... filled.

"It's been so long since I felt a real dick in me," she thought bitterly. "Of course I'm starting to lose my damn mind."

She shook the thought away, shoving it to the back of her mind, where she kept all the other feelings she didn't want to deal with. The way she had been doing it for the past year.

Just as she stepped out of the shower, she heard the soft hum of motorized wheels echoing from the hallway.

Her heart skipped a beat when the familiar mechanical whir of her husband's wheelchair sounded closer and closer as it entered her bedroom.

"Are you done, dear?" his deep voice called out from the bedroom. "We need to move as soon as we can. Everyone will be gathering soon, and you know how much I dislike arriving after everyone else."

Myla froze as a shiver of shame and arousal rushed through her. Beck and Jared would be at that meeting.

She cleared her throat. "I'll be fast, baby."

She quickly rinsed off, stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around her body, stepped to the sink, and quickly brushed her teeth.

She thought about Hayden and his recently developed pet peeve about lateness. She knew it wasn't really about punctuality but about making sure no one pitied the man in the wheelchair. He hated the way they assumed that the man in the wheelchair was struggling and that they needed to wait. That he should be pitied.

And one thing Hayden Oakley hated the most was pity. He didn't accept it from anyone, not even her.

Myla looked at herself in the mirror above the sink. Her flushed cheeks and glowing skin.

She let out a breath and muttered, "Fuck it." Under her breath.

She untied the towel around her body and hung it on the drying rack, then stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom stark naked. Her steps were slow and confident. Her body was on full display with an inviting smile on her lips.

Hayden sat in his chair just a little after the door, dressed in a sharp black suit. His dark hair was combed back neatly from his face, showing off his strong jawline and perfect cheekbones, still so breathtakingly handsome. His blue eyes locked on her the moment she walked out.

For one second, she saw something flicker in them, then it was gone. He gave her a look of indifference, not even glancing down her body. "Well, hurry up," he said simply, then turned the chair around and rolled out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Myla stood there naked as she choked down the sharp sting of insecurity and shame that clogged her throat. She walked over to her vanity, blinking back tears. "Was she no longer attractive?"

She looked at her reflection in the large mirror: her full breasts, her trim waist, her soft hips, and her round ass.

No. She was still sexy.

She remembered how Hayden used to lose control and worship her body. He used to grab her anytime, the way he used to lift her onto counters, onto the bed... any suitable surface and just fuck her right there like he couldn't breathe without her. Even after two years of marriage, he still used to take her in the middle of the day.

But not anymore. Now he wouldn't even look at her with anything more than indifference or, on worse days, irritation.

The accident had taken more than his ability to walk. It had taken him... his warmth... his hunger and love for her.

She jumped a little when his voice impatiently called out from the hallway. "I'll be waiting for you in the car."

She took in a deep breath, shaking away the melancholy, and quickly applied her lotions and some light makeup, then stood up and began getting dressed.

Thirty minutes later, she closed the front door behind her and made her way down the wide marble steps. The customized black Lexus SUV waited in the driveway; the soft purr of the running engine was the only sound in the quiet morning air.

She sighed in relief when she saw Hayden was already seated inside.

He hated when she saw him getting in, even though the car had been customized to have just two passenger seats and a large open space behind for his chair that he could access with a portable ramp at the back of the car.

Their driver, Steve, opened the back door for her with a warm smile. "You look beautiful this morning, ma'am."

Myla smiled faintly. "Thank you, Steve."

"Let's move, Steve," Hayden called out flatly.

She gave Steve an apologetic smile and climbed in.

Hayden didn't even glance her way. His eyes and attention stayed glued to the tablet that was in his hands.

The SUV eased out of the driveway.

Myla leaned back in her seat, letting her gaze drift to her husband.

He was still gorgeous... nothing about the accident had changed that. If anything, the accident had only made him sharper; he had that cold edge now that amplified the quiet power that men envied.

She had even masturbated to the thought of him in that chair, dominating her, commanding her to ride him exactly how he wanted.

The man she had married would have done that, but that Hayden didn't exist anymore.

What was left was a cold, closed-off stranger who wouldn't even look her in the eyes or spend any time with her.

She turned her head toward the window, blinking against the sting in her eyes.

God knows she had tried to reach him, to pull him out of his self-isolation, had begged him to open up to her...talk to her.

She honestly didn't know how long she could keep losing parts of herself trying to hold it all together.

Her mind flashed back to that terrible, awful day. The day that broke the body and soul of her husband.

Flashback:

She had been dressed for work in a pencil skirt, silk blouse, and heels.

Hayden let out a whistle of appreciation. "Goddamn, who is the lucky man that managed to bag this?" He had murmured as he grabbed and squeezed her ass.

She giggled, playfully hitting his groping hands away. "Behave; I have to get to work on time today."

He growled and pulled her into his arms. Voice thick and raspy with heat. "You know I love it when you dress up all powerful, sexy businesswoman." He leaned in and bit her earlobe, then sucked it gently. "All this elegance... and you're mine to unwrap."

Her knees wobbled, and her clit throbbed in response. Before she could say anything, he had spun her around, hiked her skirt up, and lifted her onto the foyer drawer table, making her gasp in surprise.

His hands pulled down her panties in one smooth motion, and then he was on his knees, devouring her. "Myla..." he groaned into her folds. "... always so wet for me."

She grabbed the edge of the table, trembling as she held her thighs open, and his tongue flicked and then sucked hard on her clit before teasing her entrance with slow strokes of his tongue. Then he plunged two fingers into her, curled them, and slammed into her spot as he simultaneously sucked her clit hard.

She let out a whimper as orgasm tore through her, fast and sharp, leaving her gasping and shaking.

He moaned and continued sucking on her clit like he was sucking the sweetest nectar, absorbing every spasm and slick. When she calmed down a little, she reached into the drawer, pulled out wipes, cleaned her up gently, stood her back on her feet, and then pulled her panties up.

He gave her a deep kiss, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue as he smoothed her clothes down like nothing had happened.

He released her lips and smiled down at her dazed face. "Have a nice day at work." He said softly.

Then he gave her one last soft smooch, smacked her ass playfully, and walked away whistling casually.

She was at work for four hours when her personal phone on her desk rang.

She stared at the unknown number on the screen. Then picked it up slowly. "Hello?"

"Is this Mrs. Oakley?" A serious male voice asked.

Her chest tightened with unease. "Yes... Who's this?"

"This is Officer Barnes with the Lexton Police. Do you know a Mr. Hayden Oakley?"

Myla straightened her spine, her voice dropping. "Yes... I'm his wife. Is everything alright?"

The officer said grimly, "Ma'am, I need you to come down to Mercycrest General Hospital immediately. Your husband was just brought in. He was involved in a severe motor accident."

Everything inside her froze.

Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.

"Ma'am?"

"I-" she blinked. "I'm on my way."

She ended the call, her heartbeat thundering as she grabbed her purse and ran, barefoot, forgetting her shoes, out of her office.

Her receptionist looked up, alarmed, as Myla sped past her, her face pale. "Ma'am... is everything alri..."

But Myla was already out in the hallway, running down the stairwell. Ignoring the calls behind her. She burst out of the building doors, unlocked her car, and slid behind the wheel with shaking hands.

She couldn't think or breathe.

Her chest heaved in panic as the car peeled out of the parking lot. "God, please..." she whispered over and over, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "God, please... I can't lose him," she pleaded desperately to whatever deity could hear her tears, blinding her.

The hospital came into view, and she screeched into the parking lot and jumped out, not bothering to close the car door.

Inside, the front desk nurse looked up as Myla ran in, her face frantic.

"I'm here..." she gasped. "...for Hayden Oakley... they... they said he was just brought in from an accident."

The nurse's eyes widened slightly in recognition, then sympathy flashed behind them. She nodded as she checked the computer in front of her.

"Yes, ma'am, but he's currently still in surgery. It might take a while."

"A while?" Myla choked. "Will he be okay?"

Before the nurse could answer, a voice said softly, "Mrs. Oakley?"

She turned sharply.

Two uniformed officers approached her, their eyes soft with serious faces.

She rushed to them. "Y... yes, I'm Myla Oakley. That's me. Is he... what happened?"

They guided her gently to a nearby chair.

She sat down slowly, trembling.

One officer crouched to her level. Your husband was in a hit-and-run. It was... bad, ma'am."

Myla's body went cold, and her trembling intensified.

"Eyewitnesses said he stopped to buy flowers from a roadside vendor when a car at high speed hit him. Unfortunately, the vendor didn't make it, but by some miracle, your husband survived. The emergency team was shocked when they discovered he was still alive."

She looked at them numbly, tears falling freely now.

"We don't know the full extent yet," the second officer added. "But he's in critical condition."

They proceeded to ask her the standard questions.

She answered all of them in a daze.

As they started to leave, one officer paused and turned back to her. "If you have someone you can call to wait with you," he said gently, "you should."

Her hands trembled as she picked up her phone. Only two people came to mind. Her husband's best friends.

She called Beck.

He answered after two rings. "Myla?"

Sobs racked her body as she blubbered out. "Hayden... accident... hospital. I don't know what to do... they said he's in bad shape..."

"Where are you?" His voice snapped into action.

"Mercycrest General," she sobbed.

"Hold on, we're coming."

An hour passed that felt like months. She sat in that chair, her body numb and mind blank. It was like everything around her was muted.

Then she saw two men walk up to the front desk, one tall and muscular, the other tall but with a slimmer build.

The nurse pointed her out to them, and they came straight to her.

They sat on either side of her, and Beck stroked her hair gently. "How are you holding up?" he asked in a low, soft voice.

Jared gently wiped the tears from her face with his handkerchief. She broke down, sobbing as the dam in her broke.

They pulled her into their arms, surrounding her with their warmth, their scent, and their strength, anchoring her.

She didn't know when she cried herself to sleep, but she woke up to her head on Beck's lap, his hand stroking her hair, while her legs were on Jared's.

They waited for ten long hours before the doctor came to them, looking tired and worn out.

"The surgery lasted for eight hours. I'm glad to say it was successful," he said. "But..."

They looked at him apprehensively.

"He had extensive spinal damage, a shattered vertebra, and internal bleeding. We almost lost him on the table when he flatlined, but we were able to get him back."

Myla covered her mouth as another sob escaped her.

"There is swelling in his brain. He's in a coma. We don't know when or if he'll wake up. We'll keep him in the ICU until further notice."

Jared's jaw clenched. "What's the prognosis?"

The doctor hesitated. Then, honestly, not too good. What I am most concerned about is the spine injury and what side effects it would have, but we will know better when the swelling in the brain goes down."

Beck let out a sharp breath and rubbed Myla's back.

The doctor added, "But... he's a strong and healthy young man. Don't lose hope."

Then he left.

Jared touched her shaking shoulders, his voice steady like a calm in the storm. "Hayden's a stubborn man; he'll come back to us." His voice broke a little; he paused, clearing it before he continued. "And you know him; he's too damn headstrong to let an ordinary car accident take him away from you."

Beck nodded in agreement, but beneath the faux calm on their faces, Myla could see the cold fear in their eyes.

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A soft voice pulled her out of her memory. "Myla?"

She blinked, looking around.

The SUV had stopped, and Hayden was looking at her with concerned blue eyes.

"You okay?" he asked gently. "You looked like you were about to cry."

She sniffed, opened her purse, and pulled out a tissue. "I'm fine. Just... grateful you're still here with me." She said as she carefully dabbed her eyes.

Hayden's eye softened, and he reached for her... then stopped himself.

Then he cleared his throat, the cold mask sliding back into place. "Gather yourself. We've arrived."

The rear doors opened, the ramp lowered, and he rolled out.

Myla sat there for a second, her heart aching. "For a moment there, he almost touched her."

She took a deep breath, stepped out of the car, and looked up at the sleek glass skyscraper belonging to her husband in front of her.

Oakley Corporation International.

Today, she would see Beck and Jared face-to-face for the first time since that night.

She wasn't sure if she was more afraid of seeing them again... or more desperate to.

Myla walked into the conference room and took the empty seat between Carter, president of the local bank, and Scott, her husband's financial manager. Her husband moved ahead and positioned his chair at the front of the room. Jared and Beck walked over to him, and they started discussing something together in low tones.

One thing about Beck and Jared was that they always exuded an aura of dangerous, lethal ability. Maybe it was their military history or the fact that, apart from being major shareholders in the Oakley Group, they were co-owners of a highly rated private security firm. They were both above six feet tall, with Beck being like an inch shorter than Jared, and except for that and eye color, they could almost be twins. Both had brown hair, but Beck's eyes were green while Jared had brown eyes. Each provided a foil for her husband's curly blond hair and blue eyes.

There was no way around the fact that they were three very attractive men that had sex appeal. She blushed as she remembered the night in the pool room, the expressions of love and lust on their faces, their beautiful bodies, and the hot, dirty talk. To say she had been shocked was a gross understatement; she had met several of the beautiful women Jared and Beck had dated over the past few years and had never seen any signs that they were gay or fucking each other. In fact, if she wanted to be honest with herself, she had sometimes felt a surprising sense of jealousy toward those women.

Before she and Hayden married, she used to call them three musketeers in her head, because when you found one, you found all three, but after their marriage, they toned it down... a lot, even to the extent she was scared that she ruined their friendship, but when she had told Hayden her concern, he had said she was overthinking things.

Myla had lost most of her friends when she had become too busy with legal problems associated with the sale of her business and had little time for socializing. She lost the rest when she and Hayden married and moved to their estate in the mountains. After the accident, Myla had become more and more isolated, first while Hayden was in the hospital and then even more when he finally returned home. If it hadn't been for Jared and Beck, she would have probably gone crazy.

The meeting was called today because Hayden was soon going to have major surgery on his spine in about six weeks, and she knew he wanted to get some urgent business matters settled before then.

"Do you know what's up?" Scott whispered as he shifted his chair closer.

"No idea," she replied, moving her chair away from his. The smell of alcohol seemed to ooze from his pores. His face had mottled red blotches and sagging jowls and was framed by thinning, dirty blond hair. He used to be an attractive man before alcoholism ruined him. What's worse is that he still believed he was still attractive.

"Gold-digging bitch!" he mumbled beneath his breath as he caught her expression of disgust.

Myla only turned away from him; she was so not in the mood for his bullshit today. It was no secret that he never liked her since she broke a bottle over his head when he tried groping her when she and Hayden started dating. Even though she understood that Hayden kept him in employment because he was very good at what he did and he had been with him from the start of the company, she felt that he was due for a replacement. She looked up to see Beck and Jared angrily glaring at Scott. She smiled and shook her head when they glanced at her. They always have an uncanny awareness of when she is upset.

Hayden turned to the group as Jared and Beck took their seats on each side. God, when they were in the same frame, they looked good enough to eat, and she had heard many women and men say the same thing over the years.

"I've called this meeting because I'll be away for at least 2 months, or possibly longer, and want to make sure you understand that you will be unable to contact me at all during that time, so I will be assigning one person to stand in my place." He nodded at Anna, his attorney. 'That includes all decisions concerning anything involving Oakley Corp., both legal issues and financial."

Hayden paused and looked around to note their reactions to the news. He continued, "I discussed this matter with Myla..."

"Oh, please," Scott interrupted, "no disrespect intended, but don't you think that role is more fit for someone with business intellect? Your wife probably can handle household problems well, but she's definitely not qualified to handle the responsibilities you've outlined."

Scott looked at the others in the room like he was challenging them as he continued. "With my degree in finance and my experience in running my own business, surely I am the most qualified person in this room."

"Well, Scott," Hayden said in a cool voice. "Myla actually declined my offer for her to run my operations in my absence. She is in the process of finalizing the sale of another business of hers. You have heard of My-Design, Inc., haven't you?"

Myla watched with satisfaction as Scott's jaw dropped in shock.

"That's the business Myla started and built into the international business it is today with just an idea and her hard work. Myla is more than qualified for anything she chooses to do." He finished coldly.

He turned back to the rest of the group. "Deciding who would be acting on my behalf was a 'no-brainer' for me. But, because my first option said no, effective the twenty-fifth of next month, all financial and corporate problems should be referred to, and decisions will be made by Beck Garner. Jared Lotto will be handling all finances related to the estate and other properties."

Before anyone could say anything, Scott jumped up, his face red. "I don't believe I am the only one who thinks this is the most ridiculous decision ever. You can't seriously be giving all of that power to some glorified bodyguards?" he sneered, looking around the room, hoping to see that the others will agree with him. But they all looked at his outburst with disgust.

"No, seriously, what experience does either one have in dealing with major financial decisions or running a business, or anything else for that matter? They're just hired muscle for Christ's sake."

Hayden's body stiffened, and his eyes narrowed in anger as he watched Scott.

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"Walker," snarled Scott to the manager of the company. "You can't tell me that you want a bodyguard coming into your office, telling you how to run the company."

"Well, Scott," Walker drawled coldly, "those mere bodyguards are also the owners of the thriving J&B Security firm, plus they handled things well when Hayden was hospitalized and know exactly what Hayden would do in any given situation concerning the corporation."

Scott's face got redder at his words.

"And," Walker continued, "we've all seen Beck and Jared make several suggestions over the last few years that saved Oak Corps more than tens of thousands of dollars. I admit I would hire him in a minute as my vice president if I wasn't sure he'd have my job within a month, or less."

Everyone laughed as Beck made a slight bow to Walker.

Hayden grinned and said, "Walker, I can assure you your job is safe from Beck." He turned to Scott, his smile disappearing. "You, I wanted to do this in private, but since you decided to be so open today, let me follow your lead..." He turned and nodded at Anna.

Anna smiled. "Mrs. Oakley noticed some inconsistencies in the accounts and called our attention to them. We investigated and discovered that you have been siphoning funds from the company. Care to explain?"

Scott looked wildly around the room. "This is a fucking setup! Everyone knows that these two bitches never liked me. Y'all can't possibly believe them over me-'

"Enough!" Myla shouted as she shot up from her seat, glaring at Scott. "First, we have enough evidence against you, so I suggest you prepare your lawyers. Secondly, you have no right to question any decisions we make. If we wanted your opinion, we would have asked for it. Now, either sit down and shut up, or get out."

Hayden's chest expanded with pride as he watched his wife. Jared and Beck exchanged a smile before they turned their attention back to Scott.

Scott's face was contorted in rage, spit spraying from his mouth as he screamed, "Ooh, I get it now. Hubby can't get it up, so you're fucking the bodyguards. Everyone has heard the rumors that the three of them used to share their women all the time, and it looks like they're still sharing!"