Page 51 of Seeking Two Lovers

“What?” I hollered back, not stopping.

“So, what’s up with Scott? Are you going to meet him tonight like he demanded, or are you hung up on getting Blaine’s big dick inside you?”

Laughter erupted from me, my body tingling at the image her words created in my head. If only Scott’s roommate wasn’t in the picture…

I imagined myself between him and Blaine.

“That would be spectacular,” I moaned quietly, my core clenching.

“What?” Haley hollered.

While I’d gotten myself off after Blaine had left the night before, I ached for more. “I’m going to obey this time,” I shouted back and shut myself in the bathroom, proud for stretching my wings with the whole “why choose?” thing even though bullshit from the past lingered enough that a twinge of shame ate at my insides.

I eyed myself in the mirror, the leftover makeup I hadn’t removed smeared from sleep. My hair looked like a rat’s nest. Too bad it hadn’t gotten that way from a nice romp between my sheets with Mr. Yummy.

“You’re free,” I reminded myself quietly. “Guilt has no place in your heart or mind. Take life by the balls and live while you’re still young.”

Determined to do just that, I hopped in the shower to ready for a day of fake smiles and taking people’s hard-earned cash for too-expensive coffees.

I had a hot date with Scott in the very near future that promised a lot of laughs, sexual tension, and eventually, the type of release I knew he could give me.

Ride the wave...

Hot water pelted me as I considered Scott and Blaine. I wasn’t invested enough with either of them to feel a tug toward one over the other, and I didn’t want to be. Choosing shouldn’t be necessary, and I wasn’t sure that I could if faced with that possibility.

Once more, the idea of a threesome sent lust through my body, but Blaine was definitely too shy to toss me onto a bed, let alone one where another guy waited for us. Curiosity kept me interested though. I would hang with him until I figured out what was what between us.

And Scott?

Maybe his roommate was hot as fuck like him. Hell, maybe Scott had talked him into helping me fulfill some of those double-stuffed fantasies and they’d both be waiting for me at the restaurant later that night.

A girl could hope.

16

GREYSON

Blaine and I sat at the high table we always tucked ourselves away into at Shadow’s Lounge, the darker corner making it easier for my best friend to relax. I didn’t get him out too often, but the quieter bar had been one in the past that didn’t make his feet itch to head home after a single drink.

I sat with a cold beer in hand, him a glass of chardonnay as usual, chatting about daily life shit, which I’d done intentionally to make him relax, his defenses down. For some reason, he seemed antsier than normal, but I was running out of time.

Only ten minutes remained before Lily was set to arrive, so I took a deep breath to spill why I’d really dragged his ass out with me.

“So, that girl I was telling you about…”

Blaine shot his gaze to my face from his wine glass, his brow furrowed slightly. “You didn’t.”

“Yeah. She’s gonna be here soon.”

“Grey—”

“I know you said you aren’t ready, but she’s…she’s fucking perfect.” The memory of Lily’s appearance, her laughter, the noises she’d made while coming all over my dick sent blood to my groin, stirring me to life. “You’re going to like her, I just know it. She’s everything our last hookup wasn’t, and she has the most gorgeous smile…” My voice trailed away as I studied my best friend.

He picked at his callouses like they’d done him wrong, tension rather than annoyance radiating off him and his furrowed brow.

“What’s up, B?” I asked, needing to get whatever bothered him from his mind before Lily showed up.

“I lied,” he blurted, his shoulders immediately sagging a bit like confessions always did to him. The fuckers in his past still affected his ability to ignore guilt over every goddamn little thing.

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