Page 113 of Sharing Shane

“Yep.” Shane’s voice was amused. “We managed to keep her awake for three orgasms, though. I think that’s a record.”

“Remind me to kick both your asses when I wake up,” she told them and snuggled into Shane, her eyes already drifting closed.

“Sure thing, beautiful,” she heard Wyatt say, then she didn’t hear anything at all.

SHANE SHOOK HIS head and scooped her up. She was already asleep, those cute little snores rumbling out. “Pull down the sheets, will you?”

Wyatt complied with a soft laugh. “When she drops out, she drops out.”

“I know.” Shane laid her down and pulled the covers up, smoothing them over her bare shoulders. He smiled when she snuffle-snorted, then burrowed into the blankets. He grabbed his shorts and jerked his head at Wyatt. “Let’s go out to the living room.”

Wyatt scooped up his clothes and followed Shane out the door, closing it gently behind him. “How long will she sleep?”

“An hour, maybe two.” Shane tugged his shorts on. “You going to stick around?”

Wyatt tugged on his shirt. “Seth’s got plans for tonight, so I’m free, but if you guys want to be alone, I can find something else to do.”

Shane walked into the kitchen. “I think you should stay.”

“More sex?” Wyatt wanted to know, and Shane shrugged.

“Maybe. Dinner and a movie is more likely,” he said, heading for the fridge. “If I order from Mama Luke’s, can you go pick it up?”

“Sure.” Wyatt slid onto one of the wood and leather bar stools Shane had made himself. “I think you’ve found a primary partner, love.”

Shane straightened, a Coke in his hand. He tossed it to Wyatt, then got a Mountain Dew for himself. “That’s jumping the gun, don’t you think?”

“No.” Wyatt drank deeply, his eyes on Shane’s over the can. “Do you?”

“She doesn’t have any experience with polyamory.”

“Neither did you when we met,” Wyatt pointed out. “She seems to be navigating it pretty well.”

Shane popped open his drink. “It was one threesome, Wyatt.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

Shane thought as he drank. They’d been together for almost two months now, longer if he included the time in Bermuda, and she was handling the ins and outs of poly dating better than he’d expected. “She’s doing okay,” he admitted. “But so was Beth, at the beginning. And Julia, and Savanah.”

“Don’t you think it’s a little unfair to compare Veronica to the ghosts of girlfriends past?” Wyatt asked. “Especially Beth. Her problem wasn’t polyamory, it was that she was a controlling, conniving bitch.”

“I’m not comparing, exactly,” Shane said, bypassing Wyatt’s all too accurate assessment of his former girlfriend. “But I’ve been here before, where it’s new and hopeful and threesomes galore, and had it all blow up in my face.”

“Is that what you’re afraid of?” Wyatt asked. “That she’s only here for the threesome?”

Shane reached for a takeout menu he didn’t need. “It’s happened before.”

“If that’s all she wanted, she could’ve had it in Bermuda,” Wyatt pointed out.

“I’m just being cautious,” Shane said, hedging. “Taking it slow.”

“Then I’m guessing you haven’t mentioned the pesky little fact that you’re in love with her.”

Dammit. “No.”

“You’re scared shitless,” Wyatt said bluntly.

“Yeah, well.” Shane tossed the menu aside. “It’s scary.”

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