Page 114 of Seeking Two Lovers

By the time Wednesday rolled around, I’d been jacked and sucked off so many damn times I’d lost count, and not once did darkness stir vomit up my throat.

It was like the floodgates of Grey’s love had been bashed open, and he poured physical expression of his feelings all the fuck over me.

Left my dick chafed.

Satisfied as fuck in ways I’d never expected to enjoy.

But my heart continued to ache.

Lily had put us off until the weekend because her cousin was having a bout of depression, and I couldn’t stop worrying over my sister.

Higgins, Grey’s PI, continued to monitor the compound with stealthy as fuck drones, letting me know Sarah was alive and well. No appearances of bruising, no limping while walking around holding Quell’s hand in her usual display of servitude made me believe our phone call and the “borrowed” cell phone had gone unnoticed.

I couldn’t begin to imagine her fear. The anxiety she dealt with every day couldn’t be healthy for the child swelling her belly.

Higgins had sent pictures, and I’d cried over every damn one.

Petite like Mom and just as beautiful, Sarah deserved to be held and coddled by the man she loved rather than forced into sexual slavery to an asshole who ought to be buried six feet under—alive.

Preferably in a box full of spiders, snakes, and scorpions.

By Thursday, we learned the couple Higgins had met with agreed to testify about the abuse they’d endured while indoctrinated and living on the compound. He’d gathered his evidence over the week and had gotten in touch with a buddy of his in the FBI.

It turned out Quell was already being watched, but Higgins hadn’t been able to gather any further information. He handed over what he’d compiled, much to his friend’s excitement.

The process of ruining Quell’s so-called utopia had begun, and I dove into work with vigor to keep my brain and body occupied.

I dug posts in the hot California sun for a new fence at Sunrise Condos, Wyatt laboring alongside me. He’d spent the week at the new jobsite, helping me settle into my new role while interviewing for a couple guys for me to boss around.

I’d never opened up to him, never shared the shit of my past or why I’d left the mountains of the east for California, but after two days of him seeing me bow beneath my anxiety I didn’t do a good enough job of hiding, I fucking caved.

Over lunch on Wednesday, I spewed everything but the sexual assault only Grey knew about.

The compound, the cult my parents allowed to brainwash me and my sister—all that shit and more. My escape with Grey, the guilt over leaving Sarah behind. The physical abuse given in the name of following God’s will, Sarah’s pregnancy, the case we’d built to take Quell down…

He’d listened without interruption, without a hint of pity on his face.

A simple clasp to my shoulder, a that fucking sucks, and a promise to help out in whatever he could…yeah. Wyatt offered me the support I’d needed and trusted me with his family business.

I couldn’t ask for a better boss.

And once I’d started talking? I couldn’t stop.

I told him about Lily.

And Grey.

He’d smirked at the last bit while my chin had raised, waiting for some homophobic bullshit to spout from his mouth. “You’re one lucky fucker.”

My jaw dropped, but I didn’t know how to push him to open up and share like I’d done. I let him have his few words and left it at that.

“I could use some iced coffee.”

I glanced at Wyatt to find him wiping his forearm across his sweaty brow.

“Is coffee girl over at Carla’s Cafe today?” he asked.

“Yeah, she works every Thursday morning.”

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