Page 66 of Sharing Shadow Secrets (High Five Novella #6)
I ’m euphoric. That was everything and more.
Both of them touching me, kissing me … the two of them kissing …
most of all, the way Brandon held me and spoke into my ear.
Hot. All of that was so fucking hot. If this night ended right now, I would have zero complaints, yet I’m so excited that it’s nowhere near over.
“Thank you,” I say into the silence, and they both laugh.
Kyle grabs for my other foot and runs his thumb up my arch, causing me to further melt into Brandon’s strong chest. “Is the pillow princess ready to leave the tub?” Kyle asks after a few strokes.
“I need a minute,” I breathe, still recovering from that orgasm and enjoying this foot massage.
It’s silent for a beat until Brandon asks, “When was the last time you got tested?”
“A couple of weeks ago,” Kyle says. “And I haven’t been with anyone since then.”
“Before tonight …” I tilt my head to make eye contact with Brandon. “I hadn’t hooked up with anyone since the beginning of summer.”
“Before earlier,” Brandon squeezes me tight, smiling as he does, “I haven’t hooked up with anyone since St. Patrick’s Day weekend.”
“Yeah right,” Kyle scoffs.
“I’m also in recovery for being a slut,” Brandon says with a sarcastic edge, splashing Kyle.
“Is that why you ignored my dick pic?” Kyle asks with a laugh, still stroking my foot, and Brandon nods.
I love this. The three of us are so at ease and comfortable.
“That hurt my feelings, you know …” Kyle trails off.
A wicked idea pops into my mind. “How should we punish him for that?” I ask.
Kyle hums, sounding amused. “There’s so many ways we could do it …”
“But he likes being punished,” I tease, nuzzling into Brandon.
“I’ve thought of something, but it might be too much,” Kyle says mischievously.
“What?” I ask, far too eager.
“He could bottom.”
My first thought is about Brandon’s trauma. I tilt my head up, wanting to see his eyes to gauge his reaction. “Would that be okay?” I ask softly.
“If that’s the punishment you want me to have …” he says, and although his tone is normal, his eyes aren’t signaling that he would be into this.
“But for real, would that be okay?” I press, wanting him to want this too.
Brandon’s lips move to my ears. “I’m surprised you’re cool with that idea.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You want to watch your boyfriend get fucked by another man?”
“I’m open minded.” I shrug, then smirk. “You two are also the most attractive guys ever so I want to watch you two do whatever you want to do.”
“So what’s our order of events here?” Kyle asks, and I look back at him.
We don’t have to punish Brandon.
“I want you two to towel me off, carry me to the bedroom, and then I want to watch you two before you do anything else to me.”
“It’s best to do butt stuff last,” Brandon says with a laugh, bear hugging me as he does. “And condoms are a requirement for everything but oral for me.”
“Hopefully the recovering slut has a lot of condoms,” Kyle teases. “And I’m cool with that.”
“Plenty.” Brandon’s hand lifts from my waist, and then I hear the water draining. I turn and straddle him. “Have you ever bottomed?” I whisper, and he shakes his head, then he looks down. “What?” I press.
“Consensually never.”
I hold his face in my hands. “You don’t have to ...”
Brandon kisses me deep, then pulls back. “I want to do it with him. He’s the right guy for me to do this with.”
“What are you two whispering about?” Kyle asks while stepping out of the tub.
I raise my brows to Brandon. He said he wanted to talk about what happened to him more. “I think you should tell Kyle …”
Brandon leans in to press a tender kiss to my forehead, then his eyes flick up to Kyle, who already has a towel wrapped around his waist and sets a pile of towels on the bathroom’s countertop.
“You’re one of the only guys I’ve ever hooked up with one-on-one,” he starts, then pauses.
As the water continues to drain, I interlace my fingers with him, wanting him to keep sharing.
“For a while, I’ve been wondering if I like hooking up with you because you let me dominate you or if I like hooking up with you because I like hooking up with you … ”
The crease between Kyle’s brows deepens. “Wait … are you telling me you’ve been identifying as straight?”
“It’s been complicated because …” Brandon sighs. “When I was younger, I was sexually assaulted and raped by a guy for a while.”
“Dude,” Kyle says, sympathy evident in his tone. “I’m sorry. That’s fucking awful.”
I rest my head into Brandon’s chest and give him a big hug. The water is almost all gone, and I shiver.
Kyle reaches for a towel, opening it up. “Princess, time to warm up.”