Page 97 of Sharing Shane

The rest of her breath left in a whoosh, leaving her feeling lightheaded and a little nauseated. But that was probably because he was looking at her like her head had turned into cabbage. Which was sort of what it felt like.

“This is the part where you say something,” she finally told him.

“It’s not inspiring me with a lot of confidence that you had to say that like you were chugging cough medicine.”

Her cheeks went hot. “I know. Sorry. Nervous.”

“Why are you nervous?”

She forced herself not to get defensive. He wasn’t mocking her, or even mad. He was just asking. She sucked in another deep breath. “I’m not sure.”

“I know the idea is a turn-on, but it’s okay to let it stay a fantasy, you know.”

He said it gently and with such a lack of judgment that she relaxed. Whatever she told him would be okay, she realized, and just like that her nerves disappeared.

“I know,” she said, her voice considerably calmer. “But I think I want to do it. I mean, if you guys do.”

SHANE BIT BACK a smile—he didn’t want her to think he was laughing at her. But she was so damn cute, all wide-eyed and earnest, her lower lip caught between her teeth and her cheeks still pink with embarrassment.

She’d spat out the words “I want to have a threesome” like they were poison, but now that she’d gotten them out, she was much calmer. Oh, there were still nerves, but they were mostly the good kind. Anticipation, excitement, a hint of uncertainty.

He had nerves of his own—and some complicated feelings he didn’t care to examine at the moment—so he shoved them aside to focus on the topic at hand.

“Were you nervous to tell me you wanted a threesome, or are you nervous about having it?” he asked.

“Um. Both?”

“Why are you nervous about having it?”

She sucked in another deep breath, pushing her tits against the front of her sweatshirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and whatever she had under her sweatshirt wasn’t nearly restrictive enough to disguise that fact. It took a disconcerting amount of effort to keep his eyes on her face.

“Because I’ve never done anything like this before,” she told him. “I have no idea how to go about it. And…”

“And?” he prompted.

“I don’t want to screw things up.”

Ah. “Screw things up how?”

“With you and me,” she elaborated, nerves tightening in her voice. “I mean, we just started doing...whatever it is we’re doing...”

He bit back a smile.

“...and I still don’t fully understand how your particular brand of non-monogamy works, and I don’t want to get between you and Wyatt either. I know how important he is to you, and I don’t want to accidentally cross a line?—”

He held up a hand, and she closed her mouth with a snap. “Okay, let me see if I’ve got this right. You don’t know the etiquette, and you want to make sure you don’t mess anything up for anyone. Is that right?”

She nodded so hard her hair flew in her face and stuck to her lip gloss. “Yes.”

He reached out to gently pull her hair away from her lips. “Okay, then. First, there is no threesome etiquette, not like you’re thinking. It’s whatever the three of us want, and anything we don’t want is out. Clear?”

“Okay.”

“Second. Wyatt and I have been together for a long time. You’re not going to screw us up.”

“But—”

He laid a gentle finger against her lips. “You’re not. Trust me, okay?”

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