Page 86 of Seeking Two Lovers

We enjoyed a glass of wine, Grey his whiskey, in the living room while chatting a bit, and Blaine wasn’t big on eye contact. Not that he ever had been, but he seemed more introspective than I’d seen before. Grey watched him as closely, and I could sense he had the same urge to wrap his best friend up in his arms as I did.

The man loved Blaine. Thoroughly.

I yearned to see Blaine’s eyes lighter, free of whatever haunted him, same as my heart ached for the unrequited love Grey held tight to his chest to be revealed and released.

Even though hope lingered inside my heart that the three of us might be able to have something more than a few fucks, I resigned myself to setting aside my desires in order to see both men happy.

I’d done so for Levi and had found peace in that situation too.

I leaned against Grey’s chest, my legs stretched across the couch and resting on Blaine’s thighs. Both of their free hands caressed my bare skin—one on my forearm, the other on my ankle.

Small circles.

Distracting touches.

But I wanted to know what the hell was going on with the two men. There was no way we could just hop in the sack with whatever hovered like an elephant in the room.

“Are you okay?” I asked Blaine, poking him with my big toe since my sandals had been unbuckled and dropped to the floor a half-hour earlier.

He nodded but wouldn’t look at me.

“Blaine.”

A heavy sigh left him before he took his focus off my ankle.

“What’s going on?” I asked, searching his troubled face, needing more than the tiny bit Grey had shared with me.

“I left my younger sister behind when I escaped the cult,” he blurted and shut his eyes.

Empathy lanced through my chest. I could only imagine the guilt he must feel. “Have you kept in touch with her?”

Grey stiffened behind me, but I couldn’t tear my focus off Blaine’s bowed head as he shook it.

“How old was she?”

“Twelve,” he whispered.

“Then you didn’t have a choice,” I assured him of a truth he couldn’t argue.

“No,” he finally admitted quietly.

I wondered what had brought his emotions to such a high that even Grey worried with tension behind me.

Setting aside my empty wine glass on the coffee table, I squeezed Grey’s knee gently before shifting onto my knees beside Blaine.

Pain-filled eyes lifted, and I held his scruffy cheeks in my hands.

Not having words to ease him, I did the only thing I could.

I kissed him, and he sighed against my lips, his arms wrapping around my waist.

Lust slammed into me where want had simmered in my core for days on end. Moisture coated my pussy from the way he licked into my mouth as though I alone could provide sustenance for his emotions. I whimpered, clinging to his face as he made slow, sensual love to my tongue. Every rumbled moan in his chest was like a wet kiss to my clit.

My core pulsed, and I shifted onto his lap, desperate to ease the ache he caused.

“Touch her, B,” Grey said from behind us. “See how wet our girl is.”

Our.

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