Page 73 of Sharing Shane

Shane eyed his club. “Is this a five-iron or a nine?”

“Like I would know. Where’s Veronica?”

Shane rolled his shoulders and set his club into place. “She had a spa thing first thing this morning, then she said she had a book she wanted to read.”

“You should’ve asked her to come along,” Wyatt said. “This would be more fun with her around.”

“I did ask. She hates golf.” He drew back his club and swung.

“Join the club,” Wyatt muttered, squinting as he watched Shane’s ball land on the green a couple hundred yards away. “Show off.”

Shane slipped the five/nine iron back into the rented golf bag and hoisted it onto his shoulder. “This was your idea,” he reminded Wyatt.

“I know, I know.” Wyatt shouldered his bag and they started down the fairway. “So, aside from your very different tastes in movies, how’s it going with her?”

Shane thought back to that morning, when he’d woken to find her warm, wet mouth wrapped around his dick. And this time, she hadn’t let up when he’d warned her he was about to come. “It’s fine.”

Wyatt rolled his eyes. “Fine, he says. I see that smirk, Shane Eklund, and I know what it means.”

“If you know, why’d you ask?”

“Because I’m a nosy pervert, and I want all the dirty, dirty details.” He raised a brow as Shane snorted. “So, come on. You’ve had a few days to gather intel, it’s time to debrief.”

Shane didn’t bother to roll his eyes. “You have to stop watching bad spy movies.”

“Bad spy movies are my catnip,” Wyatt said and nudged Shane with his elbow. “Come on, spill it. What’s she like in bed?”

“I’m not telling you that.”

“Why not? You always tell me what your girlfriends are like in bed.”

“I do not.”

“Yes, you do.” Wyatt held up a hand and started naming names, ticking them off on his fingers. “Julia, Savanah. Beth, unfortunately.”

Shane ignored the jibe. “Those were all women you were fucking, too.”

“So?”

“So, the only reason I talked was so we could make sure they had a good time, not to swap sex stories.”

“You’re in half my sex stories,” Wyatt told him.

“And the ones I’m not in are none of my business,” Shane finished.

“Jeez, you’re such a grown-up,” Wyatt complained.

“Look, if she’s ever interested in having you be a third, I promise I’ll tell you everything you need to know.”

Wyatt perked up. “Is she interested in that?”

“Not so far,” Shane told him, and watched, amused, as Wyatt’s face fell. “She said she doesn’t have a sexual bucket list, but if she did, a hot bisexual threesome would be on it.”

“So you’re saying there’s hope,” Wyatt mused.

Shane climbed the last little rise to get to the green and set his bag down with a thud. “You’re such a pervert.”

Wyatt set his bag next to Shane’s and aimed a knowing look. “Like you haven’t thought of it.”

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