Page 75 of Sharing Shane

She winced. “My fault?”

“Nah,” he said again. “We knew it would be like this.”

“Still,” Veronica said. “I feel a little guilty for monopolizing...”

“My boyfriend’s dick?” Wyatt offered and laughed when her mouth fell open. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

“Neither can I, that’s why I’ve been monopolizing it.”

“Nice,” he said, eyes gleaming with good humor. “He likes you, you know.”

“I like him, too,” she said.

“And he’s more relaxed than I’ve seen him in months, so thanks for that.”

“I don’t think that’s my doing,” she protested, then snorted at his exaggerated leer. “You’re such a pervert.”

“So Shane informed me only hours ago,” he replied and sighed dramatically. “I’m so misunderstood.”

“Oh, I think we understand just fine.”

He grinned, unrepentant. “I asked him to share all the dirty, dirty details with me, and he wouldn’t.”

Her brows shot up. “Good for him.”

“So I thought I’d ask you.”

She cocked her head, enjoying herself. “Don’t you already know what sex is like with Shane?”

“Delightfully, yes,” he replied with a look of such reverent lust that she felt a little twinge herself.

“And don’t you already know what Shane is like having sex with women?” she continued.

He gave a wistful sigh. “Good times.”

“I’ll bet,” she said with a grin.

“Which Shane says isn’t your thing. The sexual bucket list thing,” he elaborated when she frowned.

She shrugged. “No.”

“There’s nothing you’ve always wanted to try? Sexually, I mean.”

“Believe me, I know what you mean.” She leaned over the side of the hammock to snag the bottle of water she’d set there. “And no, not really. I already have good sex. I have great sex, actually.”

“Thanks,” Shane said and she looked up to see him crossing the patio, a pair of Corona’s in one hand and a scowl his face he directed at Wyatt. “What’d I say about being a pervert?”

Wyatt rolled his eyes. “Calm down, Sister Mary Tight-Ass. We’re just having a conversation.”

“It’s fine,” Veronica assured him with a laugh. “I was just explaining why I don’t have a sexual bucket list.”

“There’s got to be something,” Wyatt said, taking his beer from Shane without looking away from Veronica. “Something wild and crazy that you want to do just once, just to say you did.”

She shrugged. “I had my share of wild times. They were fun.”

“What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done?” Wyatt asked avidly, then said, “Ow!” when the flat of Shane’s hand connected with his head.

“Grow up,” Shane growled as Veronica laughed.

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