Page 15 of Sharing Shane

Wyatt had that determined look in his pretty blue eyes, the one that told Shane he’d dug in and wasn’t going to budge. “You know how I feel about horning in on your time with Seth.”

“I told you, Seth agrees with me,” Wyatt told him patiently. Wyatt did everything patiently, Shane thought wryly, which was why he usually got his way. “You’ve been working nonstop for months now, and if you’re not careful you’re going to burn out. Then you’ll be no good to me, and I’ll be forced to dump you for someone who’s better looking and has a bigger dick.”

Shane snorted. “Better looking, maybe. Bigger dick? Keep dreaming.”

Eyes gleaming with humor, Wyatt trailed his hand down Shane’s chest to wrap it around the dick in question. He let out a happy sigh when he found it firm, thick, and yes, big. He gave it a single, hard stroke, wringing a grunt of pleasure from Shane.

“How are you hard?” Wyatt wondered. “It’s only been like, half an hour since we fucked.”

Shane glanced at the clock on the wall. “More like forty-five minutes.”

“Still.” Wyatt gave Shane’s cock another long stroke, adding a swipe of his thumb over the trio of piercings at the head. “You’re not usually ready to go again so soon.”

“It’s been a while,” Shane reminded him, closing his eyes as Wyatt’s thumb dragged against his piercings again. Wyatt’s hand was smooth and soft, his grip hard and tight. The contrast always drove him wild. “I’ve missed you.”

“It’s been a while because your schedule has been absurd,” Wyatt reminded him, and Shane opened his eyes with a sigh.

“You’re not letting this go, are you?”

“Nope.”

“Babe,” Shane began.

“Babe,” Wyatt repeated, not giving an inch. “You’re not horning in on my time with Seth. He’s going to be doing whatever retreat bullshit the firm has planned most of the time, anyway.”

Shane arched an eyebrow. “Some of which will include you.”

“Some,” Wyatt agreed. “And yes, being with Seth is my priority on this trip. But that’s no reason for you not to take advantage of the opportunity. You’re not even going to be rooming with us.”

Shane frowned. “Yeah, that’s another thing. Who is this woman, anyway?”

“A friend of Delia Bell’s. You made a sideboard for her.”

“Right.” Shane flipped through his mental files. “Blonde white woman, kind of a smart ass, stays high all the time?”

“That’s Delia.”

“The sideboard turned out great,” he remembered. Gleaming mahogany, intricate details. Delia had been so thrilled with how it turned out, she’d offered him a joint when he’d delivered it.

“Anyway,” Wyatt went on, “according to Delia, her friend—Veronica—was supposed to go on the trip with her boyfriend, but she walked in on him banging the neighbor this morning.”

Shane winced. “Ouch.”

“Right. So, he’s out, but the discount package she bought specifies two people. Which means you’re in.”

Shane sighed. “Wyatt?—”

Wyatt let go of Shane’s dick and sat up, his face serious. “Okay, what’s your big objection to this?”

“Besides taking a week off of work, you mean?”

Wyatt didn’t roll his eyes, but Shane could tell he wanted to. “You told me yourself you’re ahead of schedule on your commissions, and you just shipped a bunch of summer stock to the tourist shops. And you don’t have any more festivals scheduled until the first week of June. Try again.”

“You know how I feel about maintaining healthy boundaries,” Shane began.

“Yes,” Wyatt said patiently. “Which is why I’ve been very clear that this is not an ‘us’ vacation. It’s a ‘you’ vacation. I just happen to be vacationing in the same place, at the same time, with my husband.”

“Which is weird,” Shane pointed out, eyes narrowed as a sudden thought struck. “Almost like you planned it.”

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