Page 109 of Sharing Shane

“Fuck,” Wyatt ground out, his hips lifting so high Veronica’s elbows came off the bed, then he was shuddering and shaking and coming all over her breasts and neck in hot, hard spurts.

Shane’s thrusts slowed and he peered over Veronica’s shoulder to watch Wyatt paint her breasts. “She looks good wearing your come.”

Veronica was mesmerized by the sight. In a minute she was sure she’d be grimacing and reaching for a washcloth, but right now, with it warm and slick and the haze of passion still hovering over them, wearing Wyatt’s come was the sexiest thing she could think of.

Well, almost.

“Goddamn, that was awesome,” Wyatt rasped.

“Yeah,” Veronica agreed, woozy coming down from the orgasm. “Shane?”

He dropped a gentle kiss on her shoulder. “What, baby?”

She twisted her head to look at him. “You didn’t come.”

“Not yet.”

“Oh, good.” Veronica arched her head back to skim her tongue down his neck. “Because I want to watch you fuck Wyatt.”

She felt him jerk inside her, a small spasm that made her smile. She looked at Wyatt. “Will you let him fuck you for me, Wyatt? Will you let me see that?”

“Beautiful, in this moment I’d do just about anything for you,” Wyatt said, his blue eyes blazing. He sat up to kiss her, hard this time, and they were both panting when he pulled back.

“Pull out, Shane,” he said, his normally smooth voice ragged, and Shane did.

Veronica scooted up to the head of the bed, arranging herself on the mountain of pillows as the two men watched. She sent them a sultry, sleepy smile. “Don’t mind me.”

“You want to watch, beautiful?” Wyatt asked.

She nodded. “Oh, yeah.”

Wyatt smiled, devilish and sweet, then turned to Shane. “Think we should give her what she wants?”

Veronica caught her breath at the look on Shane’s face. Color rode high on his cheekbones, lust glittering in his eyes when he looked first at her, then at Wyatt. “I won’t be able to wait for you,” he warned.

“I know.” Wyatt’s voice was surprisingly tender. “It’s okay, love. Let’s give your girl what she wants.”

Shane leaned forward and captured Wyatt’s mouth while Veronica watched, enthralled. They kissed for what seemed like forever, deep sensuous kisses that they both clearly loved. Hard hands roaming over hard bodies, hips grinding together.

Shane broke free and flicked a glance her way. “Oh, she likes it.”

Wyatt turned to look, his eyes lighting on the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. “Yeah, she does. Let’s give what she wants, love.”

Shane turned away, reaching for another condom, and Wyatt crawled up the mattress towards Veronica. “Sure you’re okay with this, V?”

“Of course,” she said, a little startled by the question.

His mouth quirked up into a half smile. “Just making sure before we get in too deep.”

She grinned. “Before he gets in too deep, you mean.”

He snorted out a laugh and glanced up at Shane, who’d come to stand at the side of the bed. “I like your girl, Shane. She’s funny.”

“I like her, too,” he said, smiling down at both of them with the bottle of lube in one hand and a condom in the other. “How do you want us, Veronica?”

“Oh.” She chewed her lower lip in indecision. “Um.”

“What do you want to see?” Wyatt asked.

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