Page 16 of Sharing Shane

“A happy coincidence, I swear,” Wyatt vowed. “And possibly a sign from the universe that you really need this vacation.”

“Come on.”

“Signs are real, Shane,” Wyatt insisted.

“So are boundaries.”

“Nobody’s crossing boundaries,” Wyatt assured him. “I’m going with my husband on a work trip, you’re going on vacation. I’m sure I’ll have some downtime and we’ll be able to hang?—”

“Does hang mean bang?” Shane interrupted. He didn’t think so, but with Wyatt, it was always best to be clear.

“Any banging on this trip would have to be both discrete and cleared with Seth ahead of time. I won’t risk putting him in the position of having to explain our relationship structure to his co-workers.”

“Which is another reason why I shouldn’t be there,” Shane pointed out.

“But even if you can’t bang me, that doesn’t mean you can’t bang someone else,” Wyatt went on, ignoring what Shane felt was a very valid point. “Which I think you should do.”

“Oh, for God’s sake.”

“I’m serious. How long has it been since you’ve been with a woman? Six months?”

Shane shrugged. “About that. Not since Savanah and I broke up.”

“See?” Wyatt gave him a nudge. “Don’t you miss girls?”

“Don’t you?” Shane countered.

“Hell, yes.” Wyatt flopped back onto the bed with a dreamy sigh. “I miss it all. Soft skin and soft hair and soft tits and soft moans.”

“So, what you’re saying is, women are soft.”

“Mostly.” Wyatt frowned. “Compared to men. Or at least, compared to my men.”

“You’re stereotyping,” Shane pointed out.

“What I’m saying is, it’s been a long time since you’ve been with a woman.”

“I thought you were saying it’s been a long time since you’ve been with a woman.”

“Well, the last woman you were with was the last woman I was with,” Wyatt pointed out logically. “So really, same thing. We haven’t had a threesome in forever.”

“Six months is hardly forever,” Shane pointed out.

“Maybe,” Wyatt mused, “if you find someone you like, and she’s game, we can both get some vacation strange. I’d have to run it by Seth, and we’d have to be careful...”

“How did this get to be about you?” Shane wondered.

“Just the natural progression of things,” Wyatt answered and grinned when Shane snorted. “Where was I?”

“Threesomes.”

Wyatt shook his head. “Never mind, I remember. You need to relax, babe. Eat some good food, lie around in the sun, get a good night’s sleep for once. And yes, if the opportunity presents itself, get laid.”

Shane frowned, considering. The idea of getting away was appealing—he’d been working non-stop for nearly a year now. One of Savanah’s big complaints had been that he was always working, and it hadn’t helped that he’d been splitting what free time he had between her and Wyatt. Which she had gotten increasingly snarky about. She’d been fine with the occasional three-way romp, but the fact that he needed alone time with his boyfriend had stuck in her craw.

She’d beat him to the breakup punch, but not by much.

Shaking off unpleasant memories, he forced his mind back to the issue at hand. He firmly believed that his relationship with Wyatt worked so well in part because the boundaries were clearly and firmly drawn. Seth was Wyatt’s primary partner, and Shane made sure to respect that relationship. He loved Wyatt deeply, and rarely experienced jealousy or envy over his lover’s husband, but sometimes the green-eyed monster reared its ugly head. It was simple human nature, and over the years he’d learned to recognize those feelings and deal with them in a healthy way. Honesty was key, he’d discovered, and so were those boundaries. Blurring them in any way, even temporarily, made him uncomfortable.

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