Page 67 of Seeking Two Lovers

Grey thumbed over my aching tips his friend held toward to him, and I shuddered, my breath catching as Grey’s gaze lifted to the man behind me.

Or would he prefer a Blaine sandwich?

Goddamnit, I thought I’d been dead set against any male-on-male action. Feared to see it unfold, agonized over being set aside again.

But…why didn’t my throat tighten? Why wasn’t my chest squeezing the oxygen from my lungs?

“Do you two ever…touch each other when you’re with other women?” I asked in a rush—my usual word vomit before I thought the question through.

Their gazes clashed, and Grey’s eyes shuttered. “No,” he answered quietly for both of them, once more giving me his attention.

I expected a question in return—like did I want them to, but Grey kept quiet.

He turned off the water, and I shuffled over the thoughts and feelings flitting through me as they gave me their undivided attention, using a couple towels to dry me.

Perhaps I wouldn’t be averse to the idea of them interacting if an equal sharing remained between the threesome. Two guys together were always hot as hell in books and in the porn videos I was definitely drawn to.

Would Blaine allow Grey’s touch?

Would Grey lose himself in the man he obviously loved?

Would I be set aside if that barrier lay in wreckage beneath masculine racing hearts and hungry hands?

I imagined sitting back and enjoying the show, watching Blaine enjoy Grey’s gorgeous body. Or perhaps my tall, dark, and handsome would offer himself to his best friend who’d been by his side for over nine years.

The idea of both men giving and receiving created a deep ache inside me, and not from fear.

I wanted to watch Grey unleash all that passion he held back when looking at his best friend.

I lusted—bit back a moan—over the thought of Blaine offering himself up like a Sunday dinner to be worshiped. Devoured.

Iamsogoingtohell.

But I found its opposite seconds later as Grey lay me down on his bed, once more cradling my front, Blaine snaking his way beneath the comforter to spoon my backside.

Warmth bracketed me.

A radiating energy that should have kept me wide-eyed and hungry for more dick.

Satiated bliss sank my muscles into the softest mattress I’d ever felt instead.

I passed the fuck out with a smile on my lips and a gentle, addictive ache in my chest.

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A hard dick pressed against my ass crack, fingertips dancing over my hip bones.

I blinked my eyes in dim light from a way-too-early morning to find gorgeous hazel orbs inches from mine. Sleepy green and gold, Blaine’s irises lay bare and unshielded.

“Morning.” His exhale hinted at minty toothpaste.

I made an agreement noise without opening my mouth and killing him with my morning breath that had to smell like sewage.

Lips and teeth nuzzled my shoulder, and I focused on the hard length between my cheeks and the fingers drawing circles ever closer to my core.

“So soft…warm. Fuck, I could touch you for hours.” Grey draped my leg back over his hard thigh and ran his hand once more to my waist.

Blaine wound his fingers in my rat’s nest and pulled my face closer, his forehead resting on mine. “Do you like his hands on you?”

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