Page 7 of Second Chance for the Single Mom

“I’ve had a threesome before,” Shay said. “It was really hot.”

“But not like…” I struggled to find the words. “You didn’t… you and the other guy…”

“I am not bisexual,” Shay stated, once again sounding like the attorney that he was. “We only touched the woman. Think of it as playing videogames together.” He pointed at my PlayStation beneath the TV. “We’re playing the same game at the same time, but we have our own controllers. We don’t need to touch each other’s.”

“So, you would be into this?” I asked.

Shay tilted his head. I could see the gears grinding as he considered his response.

“Haley is attractive,” he finally said. “And you’ve told me that she’s the best sex you’ve ever had, although you did not elaborate on the details.”

“We had great chemistry in bed,” I said. My cock twitched at the memory. “Yeah. It was always exciting.”

“Then I’m interested,” Shay admitted. “But only if you are. And only if you don’t have lingering feelings for this girl. The absolute last thing I want to do is have a threesome with someone you’re secretly still in love with.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, waiting for my response.

I took a sip of my margarita to buy myself a moment before answering. “I just want sex tonight. Without anything behind it.”

“I’m an attorney, Lucas,” he said. “I’m an expert at recognizing when someone is avoiding a question. And you just deftly answered a different question than the one I asked.”

“I’m not secretly in love with her,” I insisted. “I’m in. Let’s do this.”

Shay studied me for a few heartbeats, then nodded. “Let’s do this. I’ll make the next batch of margaritas. I need at least one more drink if I’m going to see your penis again.”

“I hope it’s not triggering for you,” I said while pulling out my phone.

I was nervous. But more than that, I was excited. Deeply, overwhelmingly excited in a way that shocked me.

This was my second chance with Haley.

And it was going to start with a bang.

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Haley

As quickly as I could, I showered and shaved my legs. Then I teased my hair until I was at leastsatisfiedwith how I looked. If this were a real date, I could have spent another hour preparing.

But it was just a hook-up.

With Lucas, my ex.

And his friend.

While I did all of that, Sara helped Bran get ready for bed. By the time I left my bedroom and walked across the apartment, he was in the bathroom.

“Have you gone potty yet?” Sara asked the closed door.

The voice that drifted through the door was loud and distorted. “Almost!”

“You know you aren’t supposed to take your toy speaker in the bathroom.”

“It’s not my toy,” he replied through the speaker. “This is how my voice is now.”

I laughed, then turned toward Sara. “Thanks for the help,” I said for what felt like the tenth time.

“He’s easy,” she replied. “And like I said: I’m expecting help with the twins. I have to collect favors while I can!”

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