Page 121 of Seeking Two Lovers

Blaine watched him, leaning forward on one hand by his shoulder, the other stroking between Grey’s legs. I didn’t have the best view in the house. That would be right there beside Blaine, up close and personal with lubed fingers sinking into Grey’s hole.

But I held my seat for a reason.

Even though my body ached to join them, I wanted to see the two of them together in action, far enough away that I could take them in as a whole. I needed to observe their eye contact, witness how they loved each other without me close enough to distract them—or if I would even be a distraction.

Seeing Levi and Zeke together in the same way had let me know where I stood in that relationship, and before the night’s end, I expected my fears to either be recognized or set to rest. Nervousness kept my stomach in knots even though both men had tried to assure me I belonged with them. Having them lose their minds to passion would reveal the truth.

I prayed fate allowed me my happily ever after, that I’d found my two lovers for real.

“I’m ready,” Grey said on a gasp, and Blaine shifted his hips.

Their gazes remained locked.

I held my breath at the intense energy radiating off them—between them—like erotic, pulsing waves that simmered my blood and pulsed my core.

Grey’s jaw clenched, his teeth locked. A slow hiss leaked between his lips, and my pussy spasmed at the image in my mind of Blaine slowly sinking into his body.

Fuck—I wanted a better view.

I was desperate to slide my fingers down over my labia, finding the wetness I knew smeared over my slit, but didn’t twitch a muscle, couldn’t do a damn thing to interrupt the moment.

Blaine groaned, his head hanging low as he slowly pushed forward until stopping. He fully filled Grey’s ass, I realized, bonding the two of them in a way I would never be part of.

I’d expected heartache, but flutters inside my belly and chest kept my gaze focused, sharp and ready to read every emotion I could pick up from both of them.

“Okay?” Blaine murmured, his voice strained.

“Fuck me, baby.”

Blaine began to rock in and out of him.

So. Damn. Sexy.

I soaked the sight up, my focus flitting from one face to another, from Blaine’s flexing ass cheeks to the thundering pulse in Grey’s neck as he clung to Blaine’s body planked over him.

Their eyes remained locked together, their love for one another thick in the air, as known to my heart as the sounds of wet fucking and balls smacking flesh in my ears.

My boys were beautiful…but were they mine?

They moved together like they’d escaped into a world of their own, cut off from reality, from everyone but each other.

Grip still tight on the chair’s arms, I swallowed hard, every passing second making me believe I didn’t stand a chance to be a part of the beauty they created, the connection they experienced.

Heaviness descended over my shoulders, my heart, but I lifted my chin, refusing to let tears ruin the sight in front of me.

I wondered over their silent communication, if their minds were as lost to the other as their bodies were. What they thought, how they felt being so deeply connected.

Had they forgotten I existed, that a woman watched them? Because their movements transcended mere fucking. Cliche, but Blaine and Grey were poetry in motion. Sweat-glistened tanned skin, rippling muscle, and guttural noises that kept my pussy juices flowing regardless of my tumbling emotions.

They don’t need me…

I bit my tongue to keep from sobbing, and without a shared word, they both turned their heads my way like they’d heard the words drifting through my head. Their faces filled with lust, eyes burning with intent.

Blaine shifted back on his haunches, grabbing hold of Grey’s thighs as though they’d agreed upon the action before he’d taken it.

“Sit on my face,” Gray demanded, his voice a low rasp.

Holyfuckingshitandallthingsholy…

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