Page 25 of Sharing Shane

Wyatt pulled down one of the sturdy white ceramic mugs. “Were you a jerk?”

“Probably.”

Wyatt poured himself a cup of coffee and leaned back against the counter. “What were you a jerk about?”

“I wouldn’t let her sleep on the couch.”

“That’s a pretty low threshold for jerk,” Wyatt observed.

Shane huffed out a breath. “Yeah, well. I may have been grumpy about it.”

Wyatt’s eyes widened in exaggerated disbelief. “You? No!”

“Fuck you.”

“Maybe later, lover,” Wyatt said with an exaggerated leer, and Shane choked back a laugh. “For now, I want to hear about Veronica.”

“Why?”

“Because you like her.”

Shane snorted. “And you’ve deduced this how, Sherlock?”

“You’re always grumpy to people you like,” Wyatt said. “It’s your defense mechanism. Remember when we met, and you told me to get the fuck out of your way?”

“You were in my way,” Shane reminded him.

“You could’ve just said ‘excuse me’,” Wyatt pointed out, “but you wanted me, so you got all flustered and asshole-ish.”

“I did not get all flustered,” Shane protested, “and asshole-ish is not a word.”

“Flustered and asshole-ish,” Wyatt went on, ignoring Shane’s snort. “It’s like all the blood in your brain moves to your dick and you forget how to act like a human being.”

Shane opened his mouth to argue, then shut it again.

“Oh yeah, you want her.” Wyatt grinned over his coffee. “I bet it’s the tits. From what I could see from the pics on her Instagram, she’s got nice ones.”

“She’s a person, you know,” Shane pointed out, annoyed that Wyatt was pinning him down so neatly before he’d even had breakfast. “Not a random collection of body parts.”

“She’s a person with nice tits,” Wyatt said, undeterred. “Did you jerk off thinking about her last night?”

Shane sighed. “God, you’re annoying.”

“I bet you did it in the shower,” Wyatt went on, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “A nice, steamy shower with the water beating down, and you took that big, fat dick in hand and stroked one out thinking about Veronica’s tits.”

Shane gave up. “And her ass. Got a glimpse of that last night.”

Wyatt hooted out a laugh. “How’d you manage that?”

Shane thought of Veronica crawling her way up the mattress, her round ass swaying in those pink panties. “Long story.”

“Uh-huh. Tell me something about her besides the tits and ass.”

“She smells like peaches,” Shane said before he could stop himself.

“Peaches?”

“It’s her body wash, and maybe her lotion. But yeah, peaches.” Shane dragged a hand through his hair and shot his lover a sheepish grin. “I jerked off with her body wash last night.”

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