Page 118 of Seeking Two Lovers

GREYSON

I wasn’t jealous Blaine took Lily out to dinner, but that didn’t stop me from behaving like a creep and stalking after my two lovers. Luckily, the hostess led them to a table near a window at the small bistro they’d gone to, so I was able to keep watch on them from where I sat in my car along the street.

My dick grew half-hard from just looking at the two of them. I stared at how their mouths moved while talking, how they leaned toward one another over the table as though drawn like magnets to the other’s energy.

I knew he planned to share with her all we’d learned about the compound and Sarah, but even from the distance between them and me, I could tell that a lot of Blaine’s anxiety over the entire situation had eased.

For the moment, anyway.

Lily had given him that. She’d brought sunshine when I’d offered emotional support, but we were both excellent distractions to help him ignore the darkness that had been eating at his insides since childhood. She and I made a good team, I knew, complementing each other in our love for Blaine.

I wondered over the full extent of her emotions toward him.

Toward me.

Yeah, she claimed to be greedy, but at twenty-four and sowing her wild oats due to her upbringing, was she ready to settle down? Would she give up the freedom to fuck around and commit to the two of us?

Or would she eventually grow bored?

My love for Blaine had been unwavering since almost day one.

I wanted her to feel the same for him.

For me.

Yearning engulfed my heart, tugging like a riptide, attempting to drag me under and drown me in who they were. My lovers, my goddamn everything.

“Please let it stay that way,” I murmured to the still interior of my car since I couldn’t imagine living without the woman who filled me up when my well ran dry.

Releasing a slow exhale, I forced myself to leave. Driving through the darkness, windows down and wind whipping at my unbound hair, I imagined a future with both Blaine and Lily. I saw us snuggling on the couch together in a tangle of limbs. I envisioned a sleeping Lily wrapped around Blaine’s front while I big-spooned his back.

I wanted them together with me always. Felt that yearning deep inside me, same as the summer I’d lost my mom and had first laid eyes on Blaine.

The TV and couch didn’t call my name when I got home. I bypassed my usual haunt for crashing after a long day and made for my bedroom.

I left the door open, stripped off my T-shirt, and traded my jeans for comfy cotton sleep pants. Alexa turned on some quiet background music at my request, and I laid in bed, hands behind my head, my heart…resting.

No anxiety over their date, no excitement that they might come back to our place, no worry. Even the whole cult and Quell affair sat peaceful in my head. I trusted Higgins, and I trusted the FBI to make things right.

It was like peace settled in my heart, and I decided I would be good with whatever the future held. If I had two lovers for a short time, I would enjoy the fuck out of our moments together. If it ended up being a long-term investment on all three of our parts, I would die a happy man.

Another hour of near-silence passed while my eyelids remained closed.

The front door’s lock sounded, alerting me to the fact I was no longer alone.

Energy lapped at my skin like the ocean on shore, a rejuvenation of wakefulness. My senses came alert, my ears easily picking up the murmur of voices…

Plural.

Blaine had brought our girl home.

My pulse picked up pace, my muscles tightening in readiness…

But would they seek me out or climb the stairs for a bit of privacy? We hadn’t discussed parameters, hadn’t talked about any boundaries we might have in going forward.

Not that I had a damn one when it came to either of them—as long as no outside party got involved.

Feet tread across the living area, headed my way.

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