Page 75 of Sharing Shadow Secrets (High Five Novella #6)

W aking up, I flinch, feeling someone on each side of me. It takes a second to register the weight on either side—Brandon’s on his back, one hand close to mine, and I’m curled toward him. When I shift slightly, I feel an arm draped across my waist. I tilt my head. Kyle.

Middle spoon. I almost laugh aloud at the thought.

Brandon and I must’ve passed out before Kyle brought the water.

I really have to pee, but I don’t want to wake them.

I slowly peel the blanket down, easing my way toward the foot of the bed.

Climbing over either of them feels wrong so I scoot down, carefully slide out from underneath Kyle’s arm, then tiptoe into the bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet, I replay last night. So fun. Hot. Crying was embarrassing. But they didn’t make it awkward. They just went into action to care for me in their own ways, being epic humans.

I flush, wash my hands, and catch my reflection. I look like I got fucked last night. Between the wig and everything, my hair has to be so knotted. I look down at my body, seeing little bruises everywhere.

Fang marks. They bring a smile to my face and stir something inside me. I want to give back. I want Brandon to feel as wanted and special as he made me feel. And Kyle—he’s been great too. Would they like it if I woke them up with handjobs?

I smile at my own reflection. Yeah. They’d love it.

Padding quietly back into the bedroom, I pull the covers down until I see their knees. They’re still naked. I crawl into the middle again, holding my breath, trying not to rustle anything. My fingers find Brandon first. He’s soft and warm. Then Kyle. Same.

A giggle escapes as I begin stroking them both.

Kyle’s the first to stir. Even asleep, his body responds, his cock twitching in my hand. Brandon makes a low noise in his throat. I bite my lip, caught between mischief and desire.

“Taylor,” Brandon murmurs, his voice gravelly, eyes fluttering open.

“Good morning to you too,” Kyle says without opening his eyes, a slow grin spreading across his face.

Their cocks are thickening in my hands.

Kyle stretches one arm behind his head as he meets my gaze. “It’s like all that consent talk meant nothing.”

I freeze. Shit.

“I’m kidding,” he adds quickly, laughing. “Please keep going.”

I exhale, smiling now. “May I make you both come?”

“Yes,” Brandon breathes, already hard in my hand.

“I want to watch,” Kyle says, nudging my hand away and begins stroking himself.

“Brandon tells me you give the best head,” I teasingly say then press a kiss to Kyle’s lips. “But you’re about to lose that title,” I taunt.

Then I turn my attention to Brandon, taking him into my mouth. He groans as his fingers thread into my hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail.

I glance up at him. There’s something tender in his face—calm. Love, maybe.

A hand slides over my ass, fingers dipping between my thighs. I flinch in surprise. Kyle’s touch is slow, teasing. His fingers slip inside me, and I hum around Brandon’s cock.

I pull back, stroking Brandon as I smirk at Kyle. “Trying to distract me so you can keep your title?”

Kyle shrugs, eyes heavy with heat. “I can’t help myself.”

He fingers me lazily while I focus on deep-throating Brandon. Brandon’s moaning now, his hand roaming over my body. He cups my breast, then slides his hand down my stomach until his thumb is grazing my clit.

I love this. I love their hands on me.

“Fuck, baby,” Brandon growls.

As I pick up the pace, so does Kyle, fucking me harder with his fingers.

Brandon’s grunt is motivating. He’s close. My mouth tightens around him, my hand matching the rhythm.

“Come in my mouth,” I say quickly before taking him deep again.

Kyle laughs while jerking himself off. “I love when she’s bossy.”

Brandon’s hand leaves my clit, reaching over to stroke Kyle’s cock. I nearly gasp at the sight. Kyle’s fingers pump inside me, I’m sucking Brandon, and now Brandon is jerking Kyle off. We’re our own definition of a love triangle.

Who’s going to come first? I want it to be Brandon. I want him to feel spoiled too. I take him deep, my eyes starting to water. Both of the guys are getting more vocal, and that’s making me even more turned on.

I focus on pushing Brandon to the edge. He groans again, louder, and then I feel it—his release, hot in my mouth. I take it all, never breaking eye contact. Then I rest my cheek against his abs, catching my breath.

Kyle’s still fingering me, and Brandon’s hand speeds up on him. I don’t want to interrupt. They’re sharing something, a rhythm, a gaze. I watch, basking in the intimacy.

Throuple.

The word drops into my mind. They like each other. I like them. They like me. From no boyfriends to two?

I laugh, breathless. It’s probably the sex talking, making me think that could even be a thing.

The guys look at me.

I crawl toward Kyle and open my mouth. He hums, his eyes fluttering as I flick my tongue against his tip. Brandon keeps stroking him, and I move in sync, licking and sucking as Kyle pants.

“You two are the best,” he groans, sliding his fingers out of me and gripping my ass tight.

He moans, hips jerking, his release spilling into my mouth. I swallow, and when I look up, both of them are staring at me like they’ve just watched something sacred.

I fall between them, on my back, blissed out even without an orgasm. Their arms come around me, and I’m euphoric.

Silence settles in, and I feel perfect.

“I should go,” Kyle finally says.

I almost pout, but I know Brandon and I have a lot to talk about today. What all of this means for us and for our future. I don’t see why he wouldn’t want to do it again. I do.

“Thank you both for a fun time.” Kyle gives me a hard kiss, then crawls over to Brandon.

“That was the most fun I’ve ever had with you,” he says, lingering while hovering above Brandon.

Brandon smiles and pulls him into a kiss. I watch them with something like awe blooming in my chest. I want Brandon to be able to explore this part of himself with Kyle.

Kyle gets dressed, and I gasp when the haze of this threesome begins to fade. “Where are your fangs?”

He laughs. “I didn’t think I should sleep in them. I took them out when I saw you two passed out.”

“You should keep them,” I tease. “For next time.”

“Next time,” Brandon echoes, pulling me into his arms.

Kyle bites his lip, hesitating. “Ahead of seeing you two again …” he pauses, suddenly looking vulnerable, “I’d like you both to think about the three of us.”

Throuple. That’s what he’s implying, right? I wonder if Brandon is also flirting with this idea.