Page 4 of Seeking Two Lovers

It was why I rarely went back east to visit my family. Being reminded of what I had once been twisted my stomach to nausea every time I thought about my prior existence.

Once I’d left to stretch my wings, that religious connection between us all had severed, and I found myself breathing more easily for a change. Funny, I hadn’t realized how stifled I’d been until I’d escaped and found my freedom.

FaceTime and phone calls made it simple to stay in touch because I did love my parents, my two sisters, the brother-in-laws, and their kids.

I just no longer desired the life they all chose.

Perhaps I was immature and selfish, but I lusted for undivided attention—I did not want to share my lovers with anyone else.

Higher being included.

Scott’s write-up didn’t say jack shit about politics or religion since Missing Link didn’t ask those questions when you went through their character profiling. But usually, people looking for poly relationships on an app weren’t the religious type anyway.

I zoomed back in on those gray sweats, a shiver licking down my spine at the obvious ridge that promised a good stretch. My pussy dampened at the mere thought alone of taking his dick. Maybe his roommate wouldn’t mind having his balls in close contact enough that I could finally fulfill my fantasy of being double-stuffed.

A shift on the couch lifted Haley’s head. “Still checking him out?”

“Oh yeah.” I sighed. “Even if Scott turns out to be a church-type guy, I’d still take his body on for a test ride.”

He looked too damn delicious not to.

2

BLAINE

Grey and I sprawled out on the couch as our latest hookup gathered all the clothes I’d peeled off her a good hour earlier. She put extra sway into her hips while walking to the bathroom.

The second the door closed behind her, my best friend and I glanced at one another. He grinned.

I didn’t.

“Dude.” He chuckled quietly. “It took you for-fucking-ever to come. Was it her, or did you get all caught up in your head again?”

Closing my eyes, I rested back on the couch’s arm. The woman Grey had found for us and brought home looked like someone from my past, and the sight of her had taken me to a place I’d rather not go.

To dark memories that continued to haunt me nine years later.

Nightmares enough to shrivel any man’s dick. I was lucky to have gotten off at all.

“She reminded me of a woman…from there,” I murmured as the toilet flushed in the distance.

“Shit.” Grey stirred, but I didn’t open my eyes. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me, B? I would have sent her packing without a second thought.”

One thing about my best friend was that he always put me first. Every. Time. And I loved the hell out of him for it.

I shrugged. “I could tell you liked her.”

“Shit. Doesn’t matter if I think a woman is hot—she’s a willing, wet hole to get me off, and there are hundreds more out there.”

“You’re a whore,” I muttered what I often teased him about since the man didn’t care what type of hole he found release in. Male, female, ass, pussy, mouth—he didn’t discriminate.

“You okay?” Grey’s serious tone made me crack an eyelid open.

“Yeah, man. No problem. But no more tall women with long black hair and blue eyes. Can’t fucking handle that shit.”

Just like I couldn’t submit to thoughts of the same sex thanks to that bitch’s husband.

My stomach pitched at the flashes in my head, images in vivid color captured by a traumatized child’s mind.

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