Page 89 of Sharing Shadow Secrets
“Brandon’s been hitting the squat rack,” I say to Taylor, nudging her. “Look at his ass.” She laughs, and I lean down, lowering my voice. “Yours is better.” She squeezes my hand, and Brandon gestures us to enter as he presses the garage door button.
“You’re lucky you look the way you do,” I say, passing by him. Brandon tilts his head like he doesn’t know what I’m getting at. “You always ghost me after, and yet here I am.”
Brandon purses his lips, then enters the house with us. “I’m sorry I’ve been an asshole.”
“Why is Brandon an asshole?” Taylor asks.
“Because his move is to hit it and quit it,” I say, looking directly into his eyes.
“I recall you getting dressed right after each time,” he says, raising his brow.
He’s right.Talking has never really been our thing.
“And that was the old me,” Brandon adds, then steps down the hall.
We follow, and this is a blast from the past in so many ways. I’ve been here a couple of times, just like this, late at night, walking through the dark home, going straight to his room. Sometimes with his ex, sometimes just us.
Taylor is all new though. I’ve been crushing on her since we started messaging each other, and I’ve always been attracted to Brandon. Right now, being with both of them, it was an offer I wasn’t saying no to.
“I feel gross,” Taylor says as we all stand in Brandon’s bedroom, which has not changed at all since the last time I was here. The Bulls poster, the light blue walls, the gray bedding. It’s exactly the same.
“How about we all take a bath and get on the same page?” Brandon suggests. That’s wise, and hot. I nod, and a flash of nervousness spreads across Taylor’s face. He steps into the bathroom, and the sound of running water fills the room.
“Excited to be naked with us?” I tease, playfully swatting her ass and swooping off my shirt.
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Watching Kyle unbutton his jeans, it’s starting to sink in, like actually sink in.This is happening!
“You have a cute nervous face,” he says, now just in briefs.
I smirk, kicking off my shoes and tossing off my socks. I reach for his hand and pull him into the bathroom. Brandon has already undressed down to his briefs too. I never thought the first time I would do something like this I’d be sober or that it would be about me.
Releasing Kyle’s hand, I wrap my arms around Brandon, kissing him deep. “Undress me,” I say, breaking our kiss. He grabs for the metal pull of my dress and starts to slowly unzip it. As the pull reaches my belly button, he drops to his knees, continuing to unzip while looking up at me. I flinch feeling a set of hands on my shoulders.Kyle.When Brandon pulls the zipper so my dress is fully open, Kyle pushes the material off my shoulders, dragging it down my arms.
I could get used to this.Being spoiled like this.
Kyle tosses my dress into the sink, and Brandon kisses my stomach while pulling down my underwear. Kyle’s hands land on my bra, unclasping it. He kisses my neck as he slides it off my body. I squeak, nearly forgetting about the fangs until they pressinto my skin. I step out of my underwear and giggle because I’m the only naked one. I bend down, dipping my hand into the water. It feels perfectly hot, like this moment.
“Brandon, I want to lay against you. Get in first,” I say, and he pulls his briefs down, and I wet my lips, staring at his hard cock.That’s mine now.“Kyle, can you face us on the other end?”
His gaze lingers on my chest and then lowers before he nods and tosses his briefs. The sound of Brandon entering the tub makes me flinch. Everything is making me flinch because too much is going on, in the best way. I step into the tub and settle between his legs. Brandon’s hands go straight to my thighs, then he kisses my temple.
Watching Kyle enter the tub, my heart starts to race as I stare at his cock. The anticipation is sending me.
“Are either of your ears still ringing?” I ask, breaking the silence.
Brandon and Kyle both nod. Now I must be dreaming. The hot bath and long day must have knocked me out because no way this is real. I’m lying against Brandon’s chest, his arm is draped across mine as his fingers mindlessly play with my collarbone. With his other hand, he’s washing me, running a washcloth along my legs and arms. Kyle looks relaxed, his head tilted back on the lip of the bath as he massages my foot. Each stroke up my arch is equal parts turning me on and relaxing me.
What a life. Being pampered by these two in a bathtub.
I nuzzle my head into the crook of Brandon’s neck, and he rests his head on top of mine. “I’m so proud of you,” he says, then places a kiss on my forehead. “You set a goal for yourself and achieved it.” The washcloth moves up my stomach, to my breast. “I think it’s time wereallystart rewarding you for all of your hard work.”
I flick my eyes up to him, and he squeezes the cloth, draining the water from it. The sound of the drops hitting the water isonly building my anticipation about whatrewardingmeans. He sets it on the porcelain, and I watch his hand reenter the water.
“Did you listen to a book in here last night?” he asks softly.
I nod.
