Page 59 of Seeking Two Lovers

“Why?” He eyed me, needing an answer in a way I’d never seen before. Greyson Scott didn’t have an insecure bone in his body…

At least, I hadn’t thought.

“You know why.” I stated the truth quietly to set him at ease, and our gazes stayed locked.

Grey’s eyes asked how much I’d shared with Lily—about my inability to enjoy the thought of sex without him, the buffer I’d told him countless times I needed.

A slow shake of my head answered his question, lessening the intensity of his gaze.

“Do you two always do this silent shit?”

Her question broke the seriousness of the moment, and Grey and I grinned at each other.

“It comes in handy when we have a woman between us,” Grey answered.

Lily gulped her wine, choking as it went down the wrong tube.

I rubbed her spine, soothing until she breathed easy. My hand stayed on her lower back, the desire to tug her close, wrap her up in my arms, and hold her for Grey’s loving rushing through me.

My jeans became a prison again, my pulse picking up.

Lily dabbed at her lips with a napkin, and I imagined Grey’s mouth on hers, those whimpers she’d emitted the night before while kissing me filling my ears.

I shifted on the barstool, my groin tight and aching.

Grey caught my gaze again, his eyes stating he suffered along with me. One nod of encouragement from him, and I inhaled until it hurt.

“Will you come home with us?” I asked Lily, surprised my voice had any tone to it at all.

“Yes.” Lily hadn’t taken more than a breath to consider.

A sense of power swelled inside me, and Grey clasped my shoulder as we stood. His hand lingered, warmth radiating down through my arm.

“Proud of you, B.” His whisper close to my ear sent a shiver of goosebumps over my nape.

Lily’s and my hand found each other’s as though they wanted to be clasped, and for a split second, the three of us were connected physically, me being the center focus.

So right…

A punch of something satisfyingly sweet throbbed in my chest.

Grey’s hold dropped from my shoulder, leaving a sense of loss behind.

My free hand flexed at my side as I imagined entwining my fingers with his, walking hand-in-hand with both of them. Strange flutters rippled through my stomach, but I pushed aside what felt like want to focus on the present.

We stepped out into the sunset, stopping on the sidewalk.

“You’re riding with us,” Greyson told Lily, pulling his keys from his pocket. “We can pick up your car tomorrow.”

“Bossy,” Lily muttered, but no trace of annoyance lit her husky voice. Her lack of argument stated she agreed to spend the night in Grey’s massive bed with the two of us.

My dick pressed against my jeans’ zipper, uncomfortable as hell all jammed up in its prison even while that garden inside me bloomed, bursting with life.

“I’ll be your chauffeur,” Grey said, hitting the unlock on his car. He opened the back door, ushering Lily in and motioning me to follow.

The second I slid onto the back seat beside Lily, I pulled her in tight against my side.

I still grinned like an idiot, hard as hell and completely comfortable in my own skin in the first time in…forever.

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