Page 101 of Seeking Two Lovers

Lower lip between my teeth, my fingers flew over the screen before I considered the words that rushed to mind, knowing it would be better if they figured it out and broke my heart sooner than later. You can always pretend I am.

I tossed in a wink and the devil emoji to drive the point home.

And fish for yet more information.

Grey: I got us both off with my hand after you left.

Heat rushed through me instead of the fear I’d expected. He’d been blatantly honest, no sneaking around like Levi and Zeke had done behind my back. Biting back a smile, I sent off another text: I want evidence.

Grey shot back a lol emoji along with, Already cleaned up.

A thought flitted through my head, so I asked the question because I couldn’t not know. Is that why Blaine texted he missed me—because he felt guilty for what the two of you did without my being there?

Grey: No. He texted because we both said we wished you were there to lick us clean.

“Oh, God.” My fingers shook while searching out letters on the screen. You can’t say shit like THAT when I’m at work!

Grey: Go to the bathroom and get yourself off.

Me: No!

Grey: Yes. I want evidence.

The damn man echoed my words.

Mr. Yummy: Do it.

Furrowing my brow, I texted back to Blaine. You’re together right now, aren’t you?

They both replied an affirmative at the same damn time.

I started a group chat including all three of us, grinning as I did so, my heart so damn light in my chest that I swore it skipped a few beats. I want proof first, I texted. Of the kissing sort.

Breath held and pulse thrumming, I waited. A pic came through of scruffy jaws and locked lips, Grey cradling Blaine’s face with one hand.

I throbbed between my thighs and bit back a groan at how beautiful they were together. I wanted in on that—needed it.

Three minutes later, a definite record for me, the boys got their requested evidence. Creamy fingers from my sopping pussy.

Now where’s mine? I texted.

Mr. Yummy: I got nothing left.

I snorted, well aware of how many times he’d drained his balls into condoms and my mouth over the previous two nights. Add in one last one from Grey he’d mentioned…or had it happened more than once since I’d left them?

The inside of my lip became well acquainted with my teeth as I worried over my thoughts. Goddamnit, would I always question everything? Would my emotions always rollercoaster with suspicion?

Grey: Come over tonight.

The threatening tension twisting up my stomach again eased.

Me: Bossy.

Grey: You love it.

I considered doing what he wanted since I did kind of like when he made demands, but while my body was warmed and ready for another romp in his bed, I needed to take it easy on my heart.

They needed to thoroughly work things out between the two of them too before I allowed myself another fantasy to be fulfilled.

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