Page 79 of Seeking Two Lovers

The night of pleasure would be worth it.

I’d make sure.

“Damn right, I’m coming over.”

A heavy exhale eased the tension in his shoulders I hadn’t noticed. “Good. I’m glad. I mean, we’re glad. Grey and I had a really great time Saturday night.”

“Same.” I handed him his change, heat on my face too.

Our gazes locked for a few seconds, everything falling away like it did in the movies.

Wet panties didn’t even begin to describe the state of the cotton pressed against my core. But goddamn it all to hell, the stirring between us was so much more than lust.

“Blaine?” Cheryl stated loudly—from right beside me. She held out his coffee.

He tore his focus off me and offered her a nod. “Thanks.”

Our gazes caught again.

“Can’t wait,” he murmured.

“Same,” I barely breathed.

Blaine spun on his work boot’s heel and left me releasing a sigh as he ambled toward the exit.

“Someone’s got it bad,” Cheryl mused, and I nodded as he disappeared out the door, my hands finding my hot cheeks.

“Yeah.”

“So, who’s Grey, and what was your naughty ass up to on Saturday night?”

I burst into laughter, but sobriety over the situation I found myself in quickly shut it down.

Cheryl got an earful over the rest of our shift, but she insisted with a shake of her head she’d stick to women and the lack of drama, thank you very much.

I told her she could have them. I’d stick to dick—in my case, plural.

For, hopefully, longer than one more night.

24

BLAINE

I’d been an absolute mess after laying myself bare to Grey.

And I’d thought exhaustion from being trapped in those steel boxes for hours on end had been horrific.

All my fears about Grey turning away from me knowing how I’d been soiled hadn’t come to fruition. He’d done as he always did—held me and loved me regardless of my flaws, wounds, and fucked-up insides.

Relief had sagged me against him, and I’d clung like I’d never done before so damn thankful he wasn’t going anywhere.

His acceptance soothed, same as usual, and that tug I’d felt, I’d seen, in his eyes while Lily had slept between us intensified. My feelings for him definitely bordered on more than mere friendship.

I hadn’t wanted to tear away from his warm skin, the steady thump of his heart against mine.

The idea of Grey touching me in an intimate way didn’t turn me off or make me ill when it should have, considering all I’d endured as a child, but I feared crossing a line that would eventually stir up more darkness.

Yes, I had allowed Lily to put her mouth on my dick—I’d been too damn horny, too taken with her big brown eyes peering at me in the back of Grey’s car to say no. The second her lips and tongue had caressed my length, I’d been putty in her hands, no thoughts of anyone but my coffee girl.

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