Page 60 of Sharing Shane

He shrugged. “Me neither.”

“Really?”

“Other than Wyatt, I haven’t been with anyone else since I broke up with my last girlfriend six months ago.”

“Oh.” She thought back to her conversation with Wyatt. “Was this one of the girlfriends you shared with Wyatt?”

He froze, the beer bottle halfway to his mouth. “Wyatt tell you that?”

“Yes. Is that okay with you?”

“It’s not not okay,” he replied, but he didn’t look happy.

“You sure about that?” she asked, keeping her voice light.

He stared at her for a long moment, sipping his beer. Finally, he said, “I have a hard time finding women to date.”

She looked at him, six feet plus of muscle and tattoos and dark brooding sexiness with a larger-than-average penis. “I find that hard to believe.”

“I didn’t say I had a hard time finding women to fuck,” he said, his beard twitching again, and she was relieved to see the light come back into his eyes. “Dating’s another issue.”

“Why?”

“Once I make it clear I have no intention of leaving Wyatt, things can get...tense. Women tend to think I’m using Wyatt as some kind of a placeholder until they come along, then expect me to drop him. Or they think we’re a package deal.”

“A package deal?” She frowned. “Is this the sexual bucket list thing again?”

“Hot bi-sexual threesome is a pretty common fantasy. But Wyatt makes his own choices about who to fuck, and sometimes he’s not into it.”

“Okay. Well, I already know you’re not going to leave Wyatt, and I don’t have a sexual bucket list. Although if I did, a hot bisexual threesome would be on it.” She closed her eyes and allowed herself to picture it, just for a moment. “Oh yeah, it’d definitely be on it.”

“And here I was worried this would be weird for you.”

She opened her eyes to find him watching her with amusement. “Sure, it is. There’s a part of me cringing because it looks so much like cheating. If Wyatt hadn’t explicitly told me he was okay with it, I never would have said anything to you.”

“He’s a romantic,” Shane said, “and likes to play matchmaker.”

“It’s sweet,” she decided, a little surprised to find that it was true.

“Back to the question...” Shane began.

“What was it again?”

“What do we want this arrangement to entail?”

“Oh, right.” She picked up her beer, saw the bottle was empty, and set it down again. “What are my options?”

“Are we having a fling? Dating? Just fucking whenever we happen to be in the same room?”

“I appreciate your dedication to communication,” she told him after a beat, “but this conversation is not sexy.”

“Welcome to polyamory,” he said drily and made her laugh.

“Okay, okay.” She pushed back from the table. “Other than seeing you and Wyatt kiss again…”

That got her a smile. “Liked that, did you?”

“Yeah,” she sighed, shivering at the memory. Only this time they were naked. And instead of standing in the kitchen, they were lying on a bed. Naked. And there was lube. And maybe she was there, too.

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