Page 68 of Sharing Shadow Secrets (High Five Novella #6)

“ C arry our pillow princess to bed already,” I tell Kyle, nudging him. He grins and bends down, scooping Taylor into his arms with ease. She giggles, her head falling against his shoulder.

Between the bath and the laughter, I feel calm—centered. The energy has shifted. Our group is big on vibes, and right now, everything feels grounded. Safe. But I want more. I want heat.

“Dibs,” I say as Kyle gently lays her onto the comforter. Her towel loosens as she lands, revealing just enough to cause a sharp inhale. My gaze follows the curve of her body, hungry to touch her again.

“What do you mean, dibs?” Kyle bumps my shoulder with a smirk.

“I’m feasting first.” I shove him back playfully.

“Only because she’s your girlfriend,” he shoots back, sassy.

Taylor laughs, then tilts her head toward him. “Have you ever had a girlfriend?”

“A few,” he replies, scratching the back of his neck. “But I don’t want kids, marriage, the usual stuff, which most women want.”

She nods thoughtfully, brushing her damp hair to one side. Then she turns to me and smiles. It’s small, quiet—but I know what it means. She’s ready.

“Kyle, open that drawer,” I say, pointing to the end table. I crawl onto the bed, my body stretching over hers, close but not quite touching. My hand finds hers, and I squeeze gently, leaning in.

“I love you,” I whisper and press a slow kiss to her lips. I do. I love saying it to her. I want to tell her that over and over tonight. Then I begin my descent, trailing kisses down her throat, across her collarbone, between her breasts, lower.

Beside me, I hear the drawer slide open.

“Lube,” Kyle sings. “We’ll definitely need this. And all these condoms.”

There’s more rustling, but I tune it out, locked in on her. Taylor’s thighs part for me as I graze my tongue along her hip bone. Her skin’s still warm from the bath.

When my tongue flicks over her clit, she gasps—breathy and full of surprise. Her hips lift into my mouth instinctively. The bed dips slightly as Kyle climbs beside us. I glance up and see his hand cradling her face as they begin to kiss, slow and searching.

They look hot together. That thought keeps surfacing—unexpected and undeniable. I’ve never had it before, not in moments like this. But I don’t feel threatened. There’s no jealousy. Just ... hunger. For both of them.

Kyle’s hand glides down her side, teasing a path toward her hip. I press my tongue more firmly against her, and Taylor responds instantly, grinding against my mouth with growing urgency. Her body is relaxed, her breathing deepening. She’s into this and signaling she wants more.

Kyle meets my gaze, his eyes curious. Then his hand slides from her stomach to the back of my head. His touch is caring, confident. I close my eyes and lean into it.

Their lips crash together again above me. A sharp moan from Taylor makes me look up. Her eyes lock with mine, and the soft smile on her face is everything.

I slide two fingers inside her and feel her tighten around me. “You’re so wet already,” I murmur against her skin. “Is that for me or for him?” I ask, teasing.

“Both of you,” she pants, breath hitching.

Both of us.

My cock twitches against the comforter. I pull back, wanting to kiss her—but her hand tangles in my hair, holding me there.

“Don’t stop,” she breathes.

With both of their hands on me, something shifts. It’s not just sex. It’s something electric. Something whole. I give in to her completely, tongue circling, fingers curling, chasing the sound I know is coming—the sound I need to hear again.