Page 3 of Seeking Two Lovers

I clicked the poke button, hoping the photo I’d uploaded when creating my profile would be enough to get him to read my write-up. The red bikini I’d worn showed off the tan I’d gotten by spending hours every weekend on the beach with Haley. I’d gone with less makeup for a change. Unlike my usual messy bun like the one on top of my head, I’d had a fresh cut and blowout, blonde highlights accenting the darker wheat color beneath. The sun had hit me just right that morning, and I looked like a shampoo commercial. Or a bathing suit ad.

Hot—but not slutty.

“Think he’ll poke me back?” I murmured.

“Hopefully, they’ll both be poking you before next weekend.” Haley chuckled. “There’s nothing like having a dick in your ass and pussy at the same time.”

“I’ve been spit-roasted.” I reminded her of the last two male friends I’d hooked up with. Too bad they hadn’t been into having their balls so close together for a guy-Lily-guy sandwich like I’d been fantasizing about.

“Stuffed full down below is the way to go.”

I snorted a laugh and glanced over at my cousin. On the petite side like me, she tucked her legs beneath her, barely taking up any room on the couch. It had been her whispered secret of a threesome over the phone that had started the fantasies in my head. The very dreams that had prompted Levi’s and my attempts to sow our wild oats before settling down in holy matrimony.

How awry that plan had gone, but I didn’t regret what we’d done.

We’d both ended up in better places.

Levi married to the love of his life and me moving across the country.

It had been Haley’s idea for me to escape Philly after the breakup and move into her California two-bedroom apartment with her. She’d gotten me a job at Pieces, but I’d picked up a teaching position that same summer.

My parents weren’t thrilled with my choice to leave them and the church, and they doubtless thought I lived a sin-filled life.

According to their beliefs I no longer held, I did.

Wine. Lots of cursing. Complete sexual freedom involving plenty of men—just not yet in the way I wanted. Haley had been the catalyst of my supposed downfall, and I loved her for it.

“What about you?” I asked her.

“What about me?” She continued to swipe across her cell’s screen, her face deadpan.

“You haven’t brought a guy home in weeks.”

“Meh.” She shrugged her shoulder and swallowed down the last of her wine. “I’m bored.”

“Maybe you should be prowling alongside me for a couple of hot guys.”

She shot me a single-raised eyebrow smirk. “It has been awhile.”

“You don’t mind the crossing of swords—make yourself a profile and find some love slaves you can boss around and watch do dirty things to each other.” The idea of two men getting it on warmed me through, but I wasn’t having it.

Nope.

“I wouldn’t mind a harem of my own.” Haley sounded all dreamy.

“Worshiping at your feet, obeying your every command.”

“Damn right.”

We both laughed. Haley had more confidence than I did in bed. She didn’t hold back in stating what she wanted and how.

Not that I knew from personal experience.

We just had a completely open and TMI type relationship. Everything Haley did, I heard about. Everything I’d tried on since losing my religion, she’d enjoyed listening to as much as I did telling her.

We were a couple of heathens, hell-bent on sampling as much dick as possible—carefully, of course.

As long as the guys I hooked up with didn’t attempt to boss me around or force their religious beliefs on me, we’d be golden. I got along with just about anyone except those whose dogmatism for their god came first in their life.

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