Page 90 of Sharing Shane

Shane choked his wine, his eyes watering as he stared at her. He grabbed a napkin. “Are you kidding?”

“Nope. He wanted Delia to fly down there and rescue me.”

“What an ass.” He mopped the table, his eyes on hers. “Do you think he’ll take you to small claims court?”

“I sent back the money he gave me for the trip, so if he does, it’ll just be for the stuff I gave away. Which I think he knows will make him look small and petty, so I doubt it.”

“Good.”

“I was thinking of sending him a thank you card.”

“What? Why?”

“Because if he hadn’t pulled that stunt in Bermuda, I’d never have slept with you.”

His brows rose. “Really?”

“Yeah. I thought you were gay.”

“You did? Wait.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “What does that have to do with Derek?”

“Wyatt told me you’re bisexual while you were tossing Derek out,” she said, pausing when he cursed. “He didn’t tell you?”

“No. What did he say?”

“Just that it might be relevant to my interests to know that you were not gay. Then he apologized for shoving his hardon into my ass. Well, apologize is a strong word,” she mused. “It was more of an explanation with an open invitation.”

Shane groaned. “For fuck’s sake.”

“It was actually kind of sweet, and it helped me feel like less of an idiot about getting so turned on by the whole situation.”

“I dreamed about you that night,” he admitted.

She bit her lower lip, her cheeks heating as she stared into his eyes. “You did?”

He nodded. “About you, me, and Wyatt in the shower at the cottage.”

“It was a pretty big shower,” she recalled, “but I don’t know if it was big enough for that.”

“In my dreams it was,” he told her. “In my dreams it was just big enough to pin you between us and fuck you until you came screaming.”

She had to clear her throat before the words would come out. “Not each other?”

His already hooded eyes darkened. “You liked seeing us kiss.”

She nodded, her belly clenching at the look in his eyes. “Yes.”

“Did you fantasize about it, Veronica?” His voice was low and thick, sending shivers down her spine. “Did you fantasize about the things Wyatt and I do to each other in the dark?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Did you touch yourself when you did?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me,” he said softly. “Tell me what you thought about when you were stroking your pretty pussy. Tell me what got it wet and hot and ready.”

Oh, God. “I thought about Wyatt sucking your cock,” she whispered, the words barely audible in the thrumming silence. “I thought about you sucking his.”

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