Page 71 of Seeking Two Lovers

He liked dick, after all.

I’d never considered doing so until that moment, his eyes solely focused on me where no embarrassment or insecurities clambered in my brain.

Her words, the idea she’d put into my head didn’t disgust me as it should have.

After I’d fled the compound, I vowed that no man would ever touch me again, but how often had I sunk into Grey’s open arms when waking from a terrifying nightmare? How often did I soak in his warmth, find myself clinging to his naked torso when fear chased on my heels, creating an emptiness inside me that no one but him could fill?

And how often had my emotions been calm—and still I yearned to feel his arms around me?

Something kindled in his gaze, a warmth beyond friendship, a longing that tugged on my heart.

And my dick.

Both he and Lily had referred to me as their boy.

Did Grey want me? He teased the fuck out of me, but did his love he claimed for me go beyond platonic?

More importantly…did mine?

The shuddering pulse in my throat suggested mine might, and the welling of pre-cum at the slit of my stiff dick agreed I wasn’t as straight as I’d claimed.

Hot shame should have curdled my insides, sent bile rushing up the back of my throat, but a sense of relief swept through me, as though I’d come home.

The entire foundation of my world cracked, and I blinked, trying to make sense of what shouldn’t be.

What I’d never considered.

Grey’s lips lifted slightly as though he read the recognition on my face.

Unnerved, I glanced down to find Lily awake and watching me study my best friend. A similar want as Grey’s rested on her face, and the truth slammed into me with enough force to catch my breath, completely ripping away that feeling of comfort from mere seconds before.

I would have to choose between them at some point.

The perfect coffee girl who stirred life inside my heart or my best friend, the man I saw as my soul mate.

Sure, Lily had fantasies about having two lovers, but three wouldn’t survive long term. Eventually, she would want the diamond ring and picket fence—and Grey could provide both from his deep pockets with an ease I would never attain.

The thought she might choose him caused pain to lance through my entire body.

“Gonna go make some coffee and tea,” I whispered and rolled, giving them both my back. My shoulders slumped as I grabbed my boxers off the floor and yanked them up over my ass. “No rush to join me.”

Morning wood deflated, I escaped the eyes I could feel burning my back for the kitchen where I could breathe easier.

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Grey and I had always stuck to our pact about one and done when it came to hooking up with women, and we’d never had an issue.

But Lily?

A definite bend of the rule he and I had agreed upon years earlier. I wanted more with her, and if how Grey couldn’t keep his lips off her was any indicator, sniffing her hair and neck, I knew he felt the same. Sure, he loved touching women, but I’d never seen him so…possessive over a body laying between us.

The memory of his words from the night before crashed into my head.

He’d outright told her she was no hookup.

Where the fuck did that leave me? I’d just recognized and admitted my desire for him in my thick-headed skull, and he wanted her. A woman who would offer him the love and attention he craved—yet feared—from losing his mom at a young age.

Friendship aside, Lily could give him everything I couldn’t.

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