Page 56 of Seeking Two Lovers

“It’s your call, Lily,” Greyson stated quietly. “B has the hots for you, and you know how I feel and what I want when it comes to you.”

Blaine shot a glance between us. “Did you two…”

Greyson kept his focus on me but remained quiet—leaving it up to me to answer. He hadn’t told his best friend we’d fucked. Would the truth make Blaine release his hold on me? I tightened my grasp on his hand.

Unable to voice what could hurt my heart after less than a week of knowing him, I nodded at Blaine.

No trace of jealousy, no grimace lined his face.

His eyes went dark, pupils swelling like the idea of his best friend and I together made him hard. “Fuck,” he muttered, rubbing at the stubble on his jawline.

“You missed out, B,” Greyson said, a hint of teasing and definite relief in his voice.

A rushed exhale of breath I hadn’t realized I’d held flagged me in my seat, but tension coiled low in my belly as the truth of what I’d found flickered to life inside my mind and swelled into bursting light.

Greyson and Blaine shared women.

A shiver rippled through me, settling lust, pure and hot, between my thighs.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, Lily?” Greyson asked.

I couldn’t say it outright. “You, um…know my handle on Missing Link.”

“S2L.” It wasn’t a question, but his eyes lit with even more hunger, potent enough I needed to shift on the chair.

“Yep,” I squeaked rather than popping the P with assurance and confidence.

“You two are killing me,” Blaine said. “What the fuck is going on here?”

“Our Lily here is seeking two lovers,” Greyson supplied, his blue eyes full of fire and still focused on mine. “It’s how we hooked up on the app.”

Blaine let out a low groan that pulsed longing through me.

Wet. Panties.

The red silk thong I’d worn had officially been ruined. I prayed like hell there wouldn’t be a spot on the chair when I finally got up onto my wobbly legs.

“I…I met both of you—had no clue Blaine was your roommate.”

“Easily done seeing as how none of us dropped names.”

I gave Blaine my full attention, needing clarity before my brain could move on. “You aren’t angry? About my sleeping with Greyson?”

“No.” He didn’t hesitate to answer, but his brow furrowed slightly. “I’ve never…”

His voice trailed off, but he didn’t need to expand. I’d been his first and second date, meaning he’d never been alone in a bed with a woman before.

My entire body throbbed, skin tight and itching, nipples hard at the thought it had been me who’d made Blaine wade into the waters of life, wanting to swim on his own.

Would Greyson’s presence hinder forward progress—

Blaine pressed his mouth to mine, stealing my breath and answering my unspoken, cut-off question. His tongue stroked between my lips, his hand finding the back of my neck. I melted into a puddle of arousal, whimpering.

“Fuck.” Greyson groaned the word out, sending another shot of lust through me.

Blaine pulled back, our gazes locked, both of us panting. Red gloss smeared over his lips, and I handed him a napkin with a trembling hand, motioning toward his mouth.

“Leave it,” Greyson said, his tone low and rumbling. “It’s hot as fuck.”

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