9. Two for One
The bar brings an unexpected nostalgia. A reminder of the summers we snuck in and grabbed alcohol from the back. I’m sure Shane’s father knew what we had done, but he never mentioned it. I’m tempted to see if our photos are still stapled on the wall across the dart board and between the neon signs.
I swallow the rest of my whiskey, letting the burn slide down my throat and dissolve the building ache.
In the twenty minutes I’ve been sitting on this stool, I had expected to see Shane. From my stalking online and the tagged photos, he seems to be here almost nightly. I know when his father fell ill, he took over the bar completely.
When Keegan didn’t reply to my text, I didn’t think twice about it and came anyway. The two of them were closer than they were to Jared. The more I observed everyone’s relationships pertaining to my ex, the more I realized he talked about people as if they were the bestest of buds. While I had plenty of acquaintances, I really only considered a couple my true friends.
“Jenica,” the deep voice wakes me from my thoughts and I turn to face Shane.
The viking of a man has always reminded me of a teddy bear. He’s so large, but there’s something cuddly about him. His auburn hair is buzzed on the sides, but the top is long enough to twist into a small bun at the back of his head. The gray t-shirt is snug around his thick biceps and dark jeans hugging all the right places. I have always wondered what it would be like to be fucked by a massive man like him.
“Hey,” I say with a seductive smile. His eyes drop to my mouth only a second before he settles onto the chair next to me.
”What are you doing here?” he asks.
My lips tighten, wondering if Keegan has said anything. “I’m sure you’ve heard.”
“Heard what?”
“That Jared cheated and we’re done.”
Shane’s jaw clenches, and he nods. “Yeah. Fucking idiot.”
I laugh, and the bitter tone isn’t lost on him. “Well, now I’m free. I thought I would have a night out on the town.”
His eyebrow raises. “At my dingy pub?”
“It”s not dingy.”
“Right,” he says, shaking his head. He looks down at my outfit with a faint smile. “Keegan warned me you might be stopping by.”
My shoulders slump. “Of course he did.”
Shane takes my empty glass, handing it to the passing bartender and then grabs the seat of my stool and pulls it closer to him. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear and butterflies flutter in my belly.
“He’s actually watching from my office right now. Nosy fucker said I should let you flirt and he’ll come save the day when I eventually screw it up.”
I rest my hand on his jean-clad thigh, my finger tracing down the inward seam. “Why would he think you’ll screw it up?”
Shane shrugs, his thumb caresses my cheek. “I don’t have the best track record with women.”
“You’re doing fine right now,” I whisper, sliding my hand closer to his lap.
He stiffens and grabs my wandering wrist. With an inquisitive look, he leans back. “He’s right, isn’t he?”
“Who?” I pull my arm away.
“You only want to sleep with us to get back at Jared?”
There’s no anger in his voice. Even if were, it would be justified. I shake my hair off my shoulders and roll my neck. It makes me slightly uncomfortable to be asked point-blank.
“And if I am?” I ask.
Shane watches me for a moment, an unyielding stare that makes me want to run. Then he shrugs, his eyes shifting to someone behind me.
Fingers tangle into my hair, twisting my head to the side and a deep kiss is laid on me that takes my breath away. When Keegan lets go, he moves to stand between our stools.
“You start the party without me?”
I push him away from me with a smile, my fingers dragging down his toned stomach. “No, we were actually about to head to my place.”
It takes little convincing to have them follow me to my house. I also trust them to not tell Jared my address. I’m fairly certain at this point those two wouldn’t hand him a glass of water if he was on fire.
Rummaging through my bare fridge, I pull out a half-empty wine bottle and turn to face them. I hold it up and shrug. “This or water, boys.”
Keegan grimaces and pulls out his phone. “I’ll order something to be delivered.”
“Whatever,” I tell him and then take a swig right from the bottle. Setting it on the counter, I roam my eyes over Shane and cock my head to the side. They’re standing in my kitchen, not moving to sit or relax. It leaves an awkward presence in the air, a vast difference from how we were in the bar. “You guys okay?”
Shane’s face flushes, and he glances at Keegan. “Uhh,” he stutters, and scratches at the back of his neck.
Keegan moves to me, resting his palms on each side of my hips on the counter. His blue eyes shine down with mischief. “A little bird might have told me you still have the video of us. That you might have some plans for it.”
My heart beats erratically in my chest as I stare at him. I am going to kill my brother if he doesn’t shut his goddamn mouth. Licking my dry lips, I give a hesitant smile. “And what of it?”
Shane clears his throat. “I think you might find most of us are very willing participants.”
I snap my attention to him, my eyes widening and my breathing picking up. “What?”
Keegan’s fingers come to trail down the long exposed side of my throat. “Jared never did appreciate what he had.”
“And you will?” I ask meekly.
He hums. “For as long as you’ll have us at least.”
Looking between the two of them, my cheeks flush, and I know it’s not from the wine. “Both of you?”
Keegan leans away and glances at Shane with an odd expression. The man stares back at Keegan with a face etched in stone.
“Both of us, but we have a request,” Keegan says, the wariness of his tone making me pause.
I swallow down the lump in my throat. “And you’re aware I want to film it?”
Shane nods.
Keegan’s lips pull up in a quirk. “Yeah, sweet thang. I’m well aware.”
Running my tongue across the back of my teeth, I tap my foot for a moment before blowing out a breath. “What’s your request?”
“Shane fucks your ass,” Keegan says in a quick response.
My lungs freeze and my fist curls. I glance at the beast of a man and a trickle of fear clenches in my core. “I’ve never done that,” I tell them.
“We know,” Shane mutters and rubs a hand down his face. “Jared complained frequently about your refusal. He said–”
Shane cuts off and blinks, looking at Keegan in a panic.
I raise my brows, crossing my arms. “He said what?”
Keegan’s face twists, his eyes taking in my annoyance before shrugging. “He said that’s why he was tempted to find it elsewhere.”
The familiar anger burns inside me, and I grit my teeth. I look away from them, staring at a point on the wall as I force myself to not cry. He doesn’t deserve any more of my tears. And it wasn’t like I was against anal. I actually wanted to try it, but half of the time my dear fiancé couldn’t be bothered to check if my pussy was wet enough before forcing his way in. There was no way I was going to chance him tearing through my asshole.
I nod. “Deal.”
Shane coughs, jerking back in surprise. “Wait. Really?”
“Did you not want to fuck my ass?” I ask, confused.
He shakes his head. “Fuck yes I do. We just didn’t think you would agree. Figured we would just take you in your pussy and mouth instead.” A prickling arousal runs straight to my core when I hear his crude words.
Keegan claps his hands together. “You got lube, pretty girl?”
“You don’t even want to wait for food, first?” I ask, laughing at his enthusiasm.
“I could definitely use the energy boost,” Shane adds, gingerly.
Keegan grins. “We can wait. It’s not everyday we get to film a sex tape.”