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Grey: I think you’d like her.

Keeping it short since Lily waited for me out on the couch, I told him I wasn’t really interested. He shot back quickly, laying down the law. We were going for drinks the next night, and I wasn’t allowed to complain.

Me: What if I have plans?

The asshole knew me too well—even if he wasn’t aware of where I was or the fact I had a willing, gorgeous woman in the other room who would probably gladly spread her legs for me if I asked.

Grey: Nice try.

“Fucker.”

Erection completely gone, I emptied my bladder and washed up before heading back to my date.

Of course, it had only taken one simple conversation with my anchor to once more set me free.

15

LILY

Haley dragged her ass into our apartment at five in the morning.

I’d gotten up for work a few minutes earlier and had the coffee pot brewing since she’d be home sooner rather than later.

“Need.” Her one word made me chuckle, and she slumped down at the table, resting her forehead on the wooden surface.

“Wild night?”

“Something like that,” she muttered, unmoving.

“Two dicks or one?”

“One massive one.” She sighed. “And before you get all excited, he didn’t know how to use it.”

“Three-pump chump?”

“Hour-long fuck fest that has me sore as hell—and not in the good way. Damn jackrabbit had no finesse whatsoever,” she grumbled, her shoulders slumped.

I bit back a giggle while putting the teakettle on for me. “Why didn’t you just fake it to move him along?”

“I came—three times thanks to my own hand,” she said, “then begged and pleaded like a moaning whore for him to finish. Damn dirty talk didn’t do jack shit to make him bust a nut.”

“You could have told him to stop.”

Haley let out a sigh and turned her face toward me, her cheek still on the table. “He liked to kiss while he fucked,” she all but whispered the words.

“Ah,” I murmured while grabbing two mugs from the cabinet.

Haley had a thing for mouths, men who could rile a woman up with their lips and tongue on hers. She’d been raised by a narcissist for a mother who held back on affection and edification unless it benefited her in some way. Haley still suffered from that shit, even though she didn’t speak much about it.

Her mom had lost her marbles and ended up in the psych ward after stalking the marriage counselor she and her husband used before divorcing.

The same man Levi and I had gone to for premarital counseling and ended up inviting into our bed. I had seen the way Zeke and Levi looked at each other whenever we met in his office or at church. Neither of them had given me the same heated gazes, making the intense yearning that radiated between them clear.

There’d been no room in that bed for a third after we’d crossed the line into supposed sin. But things had turned out just fine, and I’d been given my freedom to explore more of what the world had to offer.

“Next time you should take charge and show the man how to move,” I told Haley.

“Meh. Too much work.”

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