Page 72 of Sharing Shadow Secrets (High Five Novella #6)

B reathing hard, I focus on the sensations—Kyle’s fingers pressing deeper, Brandon’s body wrapped around mine.

My chest is against his, and the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his breath, makes me feel safe, relaxed even.

Although I feel full. Stretched. It hurts in a way that teeters on too much—but I want more.

Kyle hums low. “She’s doing so well.”

Pride washes over me, cutting through the ache. I’m grateful for every book I’ve read. Grateful I’m not walking into this blind. I know how this is supposed to go. I know the importance of breath, of trust, of speaking up.

Brandon’s lips brush the top of my head. “I’m going to start moving now. Tell me if it hurts. Tell us to stop if it’s too much.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

The moment he begins to move—his cock sliding in and out while Kyle’s fingers stay rooted inside—it’s like the nerves inside me are rewired. It’s a mind fuck. My breath catches. The stimulation is overwhelming.

I blink open my eyes and turn my head. Kyle’s watching me. His expression is careful but hungry. He leans down, gives me a soft kiss, then trails his hand along my spine. I shiver.

“I like this,” I pant, shifting my gaze up to Brandon. “I want to try it.”

His hand strokes through my hair, but there’s hesitation in his eyes. “I don’t know … maybe next time.”

“But I want to,” I whine, being swept up in this moment with them.

He brushes my cheek. “We should build up to it. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ll say stop,” I promise.

His eyes search mine. “If it hurts, we stop. No pushing through.”

“I’ll listen to my body,” I say, more certain now.

“You promise?”

“Yes,” I state firmly.

He inhales, then looks to Kyle.

“I heard the boss,” Kyle jokes and reaches for a condom. He bites the wrapper while keeping his fingers inside of me. I watch him slide the condom on and spit the wrapper to the floor.

“Such a pro,” I tease, and he winks, and that wink sends a fresh wave of heat pulsing through me.

Kyle smirks and reaches for the lube. Brandon is still inside me, moving slowly, patiently.

My heart pounds as Kyle coats himself. This is crazy. This is something I’ve only read about. And now it’s real . I want to see if I can take both of them. I need to know what it feels like.

Brandon tightens his arms around me. “I love you,” he says softly, into my skin.

I kiss his chest and look up. “I love you too.”

“I’m loving that we’re trying this,” Kyle chimes in, earning a laugh from both of us. “But Taylor, seriously, keep us in the loop. We do not want to hurt you.”

“Okay,” I say, a new nervousness running through me with how concerned they’re both sounding.

Kyle moves behind me, his hands gripping my hips.

“I’m taking my fingers out and then pressing my tip in,” Kyle says. “Ready?”

I nod. His fingers slide free, and I brace myself. The absence makes me feel emptier than I expected.

“Don’t expect to take all of him right now,” Brandon says, brushing my hair. “We’ll go until it hurts.”

I feel Kyle’s tip press against me—stretching, probing. My body tenses.

“Hold me tight,” I say, wanting to feel Brandon’s arms over me.

He bear hugs me as I feel more sensation.

My mind flashes to being at the gynecologist. That’s the last time I felt this type of pressure.

It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Not sharp, not quite pain—but intense.

Deep. I exhale, living in it, and feel so safe in Brandon’s arms.

“How are you doing?” Kyle asks behind me, his voice low and careful.

“Okay,” I breathe.

It’s silent.

Then I add, “Keep going.”

A few beats pass. Kyle is moving in slowly. My body clenches, feeling all of Brandon still inside me and more of Kyle.

“I think this is Brandon’s punishment,” Kyle teases. “He’s been hard for so long.”

Brandon chuckles. “I’m not going limp anytime soon.”

I try to laugh too, but something shifts. A stretch too deep. A flicker of discomfort flashes through my hips, and?—

Then Brandon says it.

“The last thing I want is for us to tear you.”

Tear.

The word cuts through the haze like a knife.

Suddenly, the pressure isn’t just intense—it’s overwhelming. Panic surges in my chest. My breath shortens. My body goes rigid.

“Stop,” I say.

Kyle immediately pulls out, and Brandon kisses my temple, squeezing me tight in his arms.

“You did amazing,” Kyle praises, moving to lay next to us. His hand lands on my back, reassuringly rubbing it.

“I love you,” Brandon coos, giving me a squeeze.

Tears sting the backs of my eyes—not from pain, but from the emotional flood of it all. My chest rises and falls rapidly, and I realize I’ve been holding my breath.

But they’re here. Both of them. Holding space. Holding me.

I feel safe yet tears are falling down my face.