Page 87 of Sharing Shadow Secrets
I shake my head. “As a recovering slut, trust me when I say that’s not a good idea.” I rest my hand back on her thigh. “Let’szoom out. Do you want both of us to fuck you? Like—do you want both of our dicks inside you tonight?”
She meets my gaze with wide eyes. “Do you want his dick inside ofyou?”
“I’m a top.” I wink, but she’s deflecting. And that gives me pause. “Taylor.” My voice softens. “You need to know what you want—really want—so we can all be on the same page.”
She hesitates. “Do you want his dick in me?”
Taylor sounds uncertain. Like she wants my approval or permission or both.
“Yeah. I’d find it hot. But I also want to fuck you first. As your boyfriend, that matters to me.”
She lets out a quiet laugh. “We’re kinda crazy, you know? What a first day of being official.”
I reach over and brush my fingers along her jaw. “Good thing I like a little crazy.”
There’s a beat of silence as the SUV hums down the road.
“Tonight,” I say, looking out at the road. “We make you come until you can’t take it.” I turn my head to her, and softly say, “And then he goes home.”
She bites her lip and holds my gaze, her voice barely above a whisper. “Couldn’t he crash in one of the rooms? It feels rude to kick him out.”
I look back at the road, considering. He’s never spent the night before, but I get what she’s saying.
“He can stay in another room.”
Taylor squeezes my hand. “Well, that sounds like the ideal pillow princess experience, but like … I think everyone should get off at least once. How should he come?”
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“Do you want to watch me blow him?” Brandon asks, and my cheeks flush. This entire conversation has been fast and furious with decisions, but now I’m hesitating.
Do I want my boyfriend to blow another guy?
“How about we ask Kyle what he would prefer?” I counter because he isn’t a toy. And I’ve basically been thinking about him this way since we opened this door. “We could tag team,” I tease. “My hand. Your mouth.”
Brandon chuckles, then the car’s Bluetooth says, “New text message from Kate Albert.”
He groans, and I tap the screen, curious what it will say.
The car’s voice says, “Did I just drive past you? Are you in Lake Geneva?”
I stare at Brandon, gauging his reaction. He looks unphased by the message, then pulls his phone from his pocket and tosses it to me.
“My passcode is all nines. Block her number.”
Smirking, I think it’s safe to say he’s over his ex. I unlock his phone and tap into her contact, blocking the number. I reach for his hand, interlacing our fingers. We smile at each other before he mouths, “I love you.”
“Brandon,” I say breathily, and he squeezes my hand. His gaze returns to the road like that was not a big deal. “Brandon,” I say again, and he looks my way with a soft smile. “You love me?”
He nods, and I crawl across the center counsel, hugging him as he drives. He slows the SUV as we approach the gate. Instead of lowering his window to enter the code, he unbuckles his seat belt and dives into me, kissing me deep. Both of his hands hold my cheeks as his tongue enters my mouth. This kiss feels claiming. When he pulls back, our eyes linger on each other while I think about how amazing he’s been. How he waited for me, how he showed up for me, how he will share me because I want it.
“I love you,” I say confidently, smiling.
He leans back in, his tongue immediately finding mine. Tonight I want to always remind Brandon that he’s the best boyfriend. I’m still reeling about what’s next, what’s about to happen.
“How excited are you to hook up with him again?” I ask, breaking the kiss.
“Excited,” he breathes. “But more excited to make you scream. I already know you’re going to like this … and that he’ll be invited over again.”
