Page 92 of Sharing Shane

“Fuck my brains out.”

He laughed, the sound muffled against her mouth, then hitched her higher so she could wrap her legs around his waist. “Where’s the bed?”

She waved a hand in the vague direction of the bedroom. “That way. Hall. Bedroom.”

“Okay,” he said and carried her off while she attacked his ear. He headed down the hall, crashed into the wall once, then made it to the bedroom, where he tossed her on the bed and proceeded to fuck her brains out. Twice.

Fourteen

Veronica opened her eyes the next morning to find Shane propped up on one elbow, looking down at her. He wasn’t exactly smiling, but he looked pretty damn happy.

“Hi,” she said softly and curled on her side so she could bury her nose in the curve of his neck. “What’re you doing?”

“Just watching you snore,” he replied.

She jerked back with a frown. “I don’t snore.”

“Right, I forgot.” His beard twitched once, his eyes warm. “I was watching you...what was it? Breathe with emphasis?”

She sniffed and snuggled close once again. “Don’t think I don’t know you’re mocking me.”

“I would never,” he said so seriously she almost believed him.

“Do you want some breakfast?” she mumbled, already half asleep again.

His low chuckle rumbled under her ear. “Thanks, but I should get moving. And you’re already going back to sleep.”

“Mmm,” she managed, her eyes already sliding closed.

When she opened them again, he was standing beside the bed, pulling on his pants. “Oh. You’re dressed.”

He fastened his pants, then swept his hair back. “I have to finish a couple of things up today. Did you see where my hair tie went?”

“Um.” She sat up and struggled to engage her brain. “I think I yanked it out when we were still in the living room. But there are some on my dresser. Help yourself.”

“Thanks.”

He walked over to her dresser while she struggled to wake up. “How can you be this awake this early before coffee?” she asked around a huge yawn.

“It’s after ten.” He pulled his hair back into a low tail and reached for his shirt. “And I don’t like coffee.”

“I remember,” she said with another yawn. “It’s after ten?”

He nodded to the clock on the wall. “Ten-twenty, to be exact.”

“Oh.” She sank back down to snuggle into her pillow. “Okay.”

He pulled his shirt over his head and sent her a beard-quirking smile. “You going back to sleep again?”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “You’re just jealous.”

He sat on the edge of the bed to pull on his boots. “Can’t argue that. What are your plans for today? Assuming you manage to get out of bed at some point.”

“I brought some work home, so I’ll probably tackle that.” She grimaced. “And I have to finish my laundry.”

“What’s the face for?”

“I just remembered I left a load in the washer last night.” She sighed. “That’s going to be gross.”

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