Shifters with Secrets (An MMF Bisexual Threesome)(8)

“Don’t worry about it,” said Gavin, smiling as he wiped the bar down with a towel, in continual motion like always. “My manager finds you very charming.”

Gavin’s manager was his mom, of course.

“What about you?” asked Thomas. He took a swig of the whiskey and then raised his eyebrows in approval. “Don’t you find me charming?”

“Charming enough for one more, then you pay,” Gavin said.

The two men locked eyes for a brief moment, and Sofia could have sworn that she saw something pass between them.

She did a quick recalibration of everything she thought that she knew in that moment.

Earlier, Thomas had almost kissed her, hadn’t he?

And Gavin gave her a lot of free drinks, right?

Then there was the way she could always feel their eyes on her, appreciatively, and the definite flirting vibe that she got off of each man. Until this afternoon, she’d been certain nothing would come of it, but in the space of a couple hours she’d changed that tune, after that encounter with Thomas.

But now, they were flirting... with each other?

Which part am I reading wrong? she wondered.

Then she had yet another thought.

People can be bisexual, she reminded herself. They can flirt with you and with each other. It’s not illegal.

For one split second, Sofia had a vision of herself, sandwiched between Gavin and Thomas, doing things.

Then she came back down to earth, sipping on her whiskey and banishing those dirty thoughts.

“You like this one?” Gavin asked. He still held the bottle in his hand, the veins in his forearm just visible behind his single bear tattoo.

“I do,” said Sofia, even though she’d barely tasted it.

“Eagle Rare Single Barrel,” he said. “Don’t tell your coworkers that I’m giving you the good stuff for free.”

Sofia sneaked a quick peek over her shoulder at the other librarians. They were perfectly nice people, mostly middle-aged ladies in cardigans, but not exactly the flirt-with-the-bartender-for-free-whiskey types.

She winked at Gavin, the drink loosening her up a little.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” she said, finishing off the whiskey left in her glass, the three square ice cubes clinking together.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Gavin said, pouring them each another drink. Then he poured himself a glass, stoppered the bottle, put it back on the shelf, and lifted it to Thomas and Sofia.

“Cheers,” he said.

The two men and Sofia all drank.

Something is definitely going on here, she thought to herself, but the more whiskey she drank, the less she cared.





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Twenty minutes later, Sofia and Thomas were sipping on beers in a booth next to their library coworkers. They’d finished their whiskey, and declined a third glass. It was only six in the evening, after all.

Gavin, still wearing his vest and dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, came out from the back and sat with them, a beer of his own in his hand. At the bar was now a slightly older woman with a nose piercing and bright red hair.

“Long day?” he asked Thomas and Sofia. The other librarians were gossiping in a little knot, leaving the three of them mostly to themselves.

“It’s been a long two days,” Sofia said. Her arms were a little sore from lifting all those boxes, even though Thomas had started helping out after a while.

Gavin shook his head. “Who the hell breaks into a library?” he asked, rhetorically. “And especially the old, boring part?”

“Hey,” said Sofia, a smile on her face.

“You know what I mean,” Gavin said.

He raised his glass to his lips and there was another moment when Sofia thought she saw something pass between Gavin and Thomas.

But then, the glass doors of the Miner swung open and two women stepped inside, blinking for a moment, looking around.

“Hi,” called the woman who was behind the bar now.

The women ignored her, walking straight for Thomas and Gavin.

“There you are,” one said. She had long blond hair, clearly dyed, and wore cutoff denim shorts and a tank top.

Sofia couldn’t help but notice that she was thin, too — long, gorgeous legs, flat belly, sculpted arms. With a body like that, it didn’t matter that she was wearing far too much eyeliner.

“It’s been a while,” said the other woman. She had dark brown, almost black hair, the same amount of eyeliner, and a crop top with jeans, showing off her perfect abs.

Sofia sat up straighter, her beer in her hands, crossing her ankles under her and sucking in her belly. Even though she was pretty tipsy, these girls made her feel like a whale.

“You don’t come around any more,” said the blond.

She snuggled right up to Thomas, putting her hand on his shoulder and then leaning her face against him.

Both of the girls acted like Sofia simply didn’t exist.

“Buy me a drink?” asked the brunette, whisking her hair over her shoulder, blinking her heavily lined eyes up at Gavin. “Or, you know, just get one for free for me?”

Then she smiled a simpering smile, her hand on Gavin’s knee.

Sofia made a whiskey-fueled decision, and got to her feet, shoulders back and head high. She felt very self-righteous.