Page 78 of Sharing Shane

His last coherent thought as she lowered her mouth to his dick was that he should’ve made out with Wyatt days ago.

FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER Veronica rolled off Shane to lie on the couch, sweaty and panting and a little hoarse from all the screaming. “Damn.”

He let out a rough grunt. “That’s what I was going to say.”

“Okay,” she managed between breaths. “Go ahead.”

“Damn,” he said.

She laughed breathlessly, then sighed. “I’m going to need another shower, but all my bones melted during that second orgasm, so you might have to carry me.”

He grunted again, and she laughed. “God, you’re cute.”

“Cute?” Out of the corner of her eye she saw him roll toward her. “I’m cute?”

She mustered up the energy to move, curling into his side. “Fucking adorable.”

“Well.” He seemed genuinely nonplused by that observation. “That’s a new one.”

She laid a hand on his chest. He was sweaty, and she could feel his heart pounding under her palm. “You must have heard that before.”

“Not really. Wyatt gets cute a lot, though.”

“And he is,” she said with a sleepy sigh, and her eyes drifted closed. “But so are you.”

He shifted his body, turning on his side to face her. “You got all cranked up watching Wyatt kiss me, Miss I Don’t Have A Sexual Bucket List.”

She forced her eyes open, a little surprised to find his face so close to hers. His eyes were so dark, still cloudy from passion. “Just because I don’t have a list of sexual ‘must do before death’ items doesn’t mean I don’t find the idea of you, me, and Wyatt all naked together hot.”

His lips quirked. “Yeah?”

“Ridiculously hot.” The sweat was drying on her skin, making her shiver, so she snuggled closer. He wrapped his arm around her, stroking her arm with an absent sort of intimacy that made her heart sigh. “Smoking hot. Incendiary. Lava.”

He chuckled. “Okay, you think it’s hot.”

“In theory,” she said, her eyes drifting shut. “Never having had a threesome with two guys, I don’t know if it would be hot in practice or just annoying.”

“Why would it be annoying?”

“Logistics,” she said around a yawn. “Are all three people equally involved, or is one waiting to tag in?”

“What, like wrestling?”

She shrugged. “If penis number one is in my vagina, where is penis number two? Is it patiently waiting its turn, or am I going to have to suck one and fuck the other at the same time? Because I gotta be honest, I don’t think I’m that coordinated.”

His chest rumbled with laughter under her cheek as she went on. “How do we decide which penis goes first? Do we flip a coin? Will there be butt stuff? Because okay, that can be fun, but I’ve seen double penetration in porn, and that doesn’t look like a good time. Also, am I solely responsible for the penises, or will there be crossing of the swords?”

“Crossing of the swords?” he echoed, sounding confused, and she opened her eyes.

“That’s probably not an issue for you two, but I understand in a hetero group sex situation, it can be very awkward if there is errant and unexpected penis touching.”

He was shaking with laughter. “No, that’s not a problem for us.”

“One less thing to worry about.” She snuggled back up against his chest. His hand was still stroking her arm, the rhythmic motion lulling her to sleep. “But still. These things need to be considered.”

“I have to say, I never gave my threesomes this much thought,” he said, laughter brightening his usual gravely, post-sex voice.

“That’s because you’re a guy.” She yawned hugely. “Guys just go ‘ooh, dick getting wet, threesome good’.”

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