Page 70 of Seeking Two Lovers

“What’s your name for B?” Grey asked, still laughing, and Blaine blinked, lifting his eyes off me for his best friend.

“Mr. Yummy?” I squeaked, and sure enough, Blaine’s face flushed same as it had the first time I’d let that nickname slip around him.

“Surely you can do better than that for our boy,” Grey stated with a huff.

“Blaine of the Thick and Juicy Cocks,” I blurted and bit my lip while realizing what he’d said about his best friend.

Our boy.

Hope embedded in my heart, the kind of excitement I didn’t know what to do with.

The cheeks in front of me flushed a deeper red, and Grey snickered against my ear. “Right on both accounts,” he said, his tone hinting at teasing—and honesty.

Which meant he’d checked out Blaine’s dick a time or ten.

“Our boy called me coffee girl before he knew my real name,” I said, tugging Blaine back against my front in case his embarrassment sent him rolling from the bed even though I really needed to get up too. “What about you?” I asked Grey as he finally gave my neck and ear a rest, laying his head against the pillow beneath mine.

“Beautiful perfection,” he murmured, stroking a hand through my hair.

Flutters of wings erupted through my heart as Blaine pressed his lips against mine in a chaste kiss.

“I like his name for you better than the one I gave you,” he whispered and snuggled in close. “It’s accurate as fuck.”

21

BLAINE

I woke again when the sun shone bright through Grey’s gauze-like curtains. A peek at the clock beside me showed it was after nine. Curling onto my side put Lily’s face inches from mine, and I stayed there, watching her sleep.

Grey’s hand lay lax on her hip where it’d been last I remembered after she’d scampered to the bathroom and back again, keeping her close against his chest.

Her golden hair spilled over the pillow, beneath her shoulder, tickling my cheek. Face relaxed, she seemed like a dream, an angel, sent down from God above—

Fuck.

I closed my eyes against the romantic thoughts that bordered on religious and threatened to bring bile up the back of my throat.

There was no God, were no angels, and certainly was no damn heaven beyond what we created for ourselves.

I was convinced of that, and evidence settled heavy in my guts over how supposed prophets of said God behaved in His name.

Forcing my eyelids open, I once more studied Lily’s beauty, knowing she would silence the shit in my mind. In sleep, she rested, her mind and mouth quiet, skin unlined by frowns or smiles. Even though we didn’t touch, I could feel the connection between us as though I pressed my entire length along her soft curves.

Would she still want to lay between us if she knew the truth about the cult I’d been enshrouded in my entire childhood? Would she understand how I’d been tainted, parts of me ruined beyond repair? Would she even care?

The way she had responded to my initiations of sex, welcomed me into her slick heat, that tight sheath of a pussy I’d never felt the likes of…

Fuck.

Morning wood returned even though I’d emptied against her thigh a couple of hours earlier.

Unable to keep my fingers off her, I tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. She shifted, her lips parting a sweet exhaled sigh.

Grey propped up on his elbow, half-mast eyes blue as the morning sky peering over her shoulder at me.

Our gazes met, and strange flutters rippled through my chest, heightening my breaths.

Lily had asked us in the shower if we’d ever touched each other when a woman lay between us. Sure, there’d been a few unheated brushes between our skin but nothing intentionally sexual. Grey hadn’t ever instigated anything between him even though I felt sure he’d wanted to on more than one occasion.

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