Page 2 of Seeking Two Lovers

“Single?” She sounded interested, but not enough to scoot over to take a peek.

I frowned, scanning his info. “It says couple…but it’s just a pic of this surfer-looking dude.”

Zooming in, I made a sound of appreciation. He had half of his longer dirty blond hair tied back in a ponytail, and eyes as blue as the summer sky held the type of intense smolder that could melt any person’s panties.

“Check this hottie out.” Shit, I sounded like a needy whore.

That earned Haley’s attention, and she slid closer to peer over my shoulder while I zoomed in further—on the thin gray sweats hanging low on his hips. That V and the obvious outline of the thick and juicy cock I’d been wanting…instantaneous lust hit between my thighs and made my drool factory wake up.

“Fuck. Me.” Haley’s breathy whisper sounded more like a groan.

I giggled, my core in complete agreement with her. “Yeah. I’d suck on that like a lollipop.” I popped the P, and we both laughed.

“What’s his profile say?” she asked, leaning in closer.

I swiped my fingers together over the screen and focused on his write-up for a quick skim. “Says him and his roommate…best friends not partners…he’s bi, his buddy is straight…not looking for anything serious. Shit.” I grinned, shimmying on the couch. “They’re local! Next town over!”

“Boom, baby.”

I elbowed Haley even though a tiny zing of hope swept me up in excitement.

“With his buddy being straight, you won’t have to worry about the two of them hooking up.”

“Yeah,” I murmured while Haley settled back into her corner to drink her wine and disappear into social media like she always did at night.

I didn’t ‘do’ couples because I feared being set aside again when true love decided to shut down the fun of a threesome. Having experienced that once, I had zero desire for similar heartache.

My ex-fiancé had been gay as the day was long, and even though I’d speculated over that fact for years, we hadn’t ever talked about it. From sixth grade when I first met Levi until I caught him on his back for our hot-as-hell premarital counselor we’d been meeting with at church, I had wondered about his sexuality.

We’d been taught that “choosing” to be gay was a sin. Levi had fought his natural tendencies his whole life thanks to our pastor and parents who’d been in agreement with everything preached from Simply Grace’s pulpit.

But Zeke—Levi’s husband now—had proven too much of a temptation, and they’d given into their yearnings.

It didn’t matter that I had decided to end our engagement after a night of dancing with two hot guys grinding all over me, that I’d gone to Levi’s apartment to break things off with him immediately afterward. Walking in to find Zeke fucking him on the living room floor had broken my heart.

I had tried my best to keep my hurt from Levi, not wanting to add to the guilt and shame I’m sure he had felt for cheating on me. But allowing those two strangers at the club to dry hump my front and back while sweating on the dance floor hadn’t been much better.

I’d recognized in high school that Levi and I weren’t meant to be together, but he’d been comfort for me, my safe place. Not easy to set aside, especially when we were expected to marry. But no matter how much our parents wanted us for each other, no matter how involved we’d been in the church as a couple, our relationship had been doomed.

I would always love Levi, but even though we kept in touch and chatted on the phone every couple of months, I knew we’d made the right decision.

We had both left the church. Left God. Left our parents.

At least mine still talked to and accepted me. Levi’s father, the bastard, had shunned him for loving another man.

“Here.” My favorite roommate tossed me an Andes candy, pulling me back from the past.

I dropped my cell to catch her gift. “Where’d you find that?”

“Shoved in between the couch cushions. Must have been from our movie marathon the other night.”

“Mmm.” I peeled the wrapper open with one hand and popped the yumminess into my mouth. Nothing tasted as delicious as chocolate and mint. “So good.” I smacked my lips and sipped my wine, swirling the chardonnay over my tongue.

“Are you going to poke him?”

I picked back up my cell and swiped the screen to life. “Scott. Looks delicious in gray sweats. Yeah. Even if his best friend isn’t up for a ride, I’m game.”

“One is better than none,” Haley agreed.

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