Page 50 of Seeking Two Lovers

“I get it, Lil, really, I do, but you’ve got to squash the fuck out of those thoughts when they rise. They’re wrong. A manipulation to keep you feeding off a pulpit and lining the pockets of its leaders.”

I blew out a slow exhale, knowing she spoke truth.

“Live while you can,” Haley continued. “Enjoy the fuck out of every day and find who you are, not what you were told to be by people who are still sleeping in the dark ages. Now, back to Blaine. What happened next?”

He was a much easier subject than my religious past, one that made my heart rate tick a bit higher. “We sat and ended up talking for another hour. He got offered a management position with the company he works for, but it’s still landscaping-type stuff. He’s definitely not the office and desk kind of guy.”

“You must be dying to get those calloused palms you keep talking about all over your body.”

“God, yes,” I groaned the words while hopping up for a second cup of tea. “My hand got lost in his, but the gentle strength in his grip, the clasp of his fingers…” A shiver licked over my skin, and I released a heavy exhale.

“Then what?”

I shrugged, my back to Haley. “He left.”

“You just let him go?” Her voice rose at the end in surprise. “Even without a goodnight kiss?”

“Yep. He…seems like the type who’s worth waiting for.”

“Relationship material?” She eyed me as I turned and once more sat my ass down. She knew full well my stance on getting serious before I had a chance to knock off all my single bucket list items.

“More the timid kind of guy, and I’m dying to see if he’s the same in the sack. He’s so sweet, and there’s more than lust between us, that’s for damn sure.” I hadn’t told Haley about his growing up in a cult since it wasn’t my place, but I’d shared he came from a religious background like me.

“I’m not looking to settle down,” I reminded her—myself, “but I like him enough to want to spend more time with him. See how much we have in common. Connect.” I shrugged, my head more wishy-washy than I liked.

“And if he has a pencil dick and can’t even use that?” Haley sipped.

A memory flashed through my head, and I bit back a smirk. “He’s definitely thicker and longer than a damn pencil.”

My cousin’s head whipped up from her coffee. “And how exactly do you know that if all you did was kiss?”

“It’s kind of hard—pun intended—” I snorted a laugh “—to hide what you’re packing when you’re turned on as fuck.”

“Mmm.” Haley smirked and propped her elbow onto the table, her chin in her hand. “Tell me more.”

“We’d sat on a bench by the ocean for awhile, shared our first kiss there, and when we got up to leave, he stood before I did. Jean-covered bulge all but in my face.” Warmth rushed through me at the memory, my mouth’s drool glands waking up.

“Well, hopefully Blaine of the Thick and Juicy Cocks has talent below the belt,” she muttered.

I laughed again. “I already gave him a nickname—Mr. Yummy—but I like yours better.”

“It’s because I’m the fucking queen of nicknames.”

Still smirking, I glanced at the clock. “I need to get moving.”

“And I gotta go back to bed, but first, when are you seeing him again?”

“Blaine?”

“Yeah.”

“Sunday we’re going to spend the day at the beach.”

“I’m jelly.” Haley pouted.

I scratched the back of her head as I passed, and she leaned into the touch—starved for affection. I ambled toward the hallway, ready for a shower to help wake me up.

“Oh, hey!” Haley called.

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