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He let out a shaky laugh, and I gave him one last peck on his soft lips, lingering to savor the moment, loving how we were of the same mind.

“Got any plans for today?”

“Sleep.”

I nodded, my heart falling a little over the fact he didn’t want to spend his time with me. Forcing myself to step back, I pulled up my shorts, giving him some space I expected he needed.

“In your bed,” he added as though he read where my thoughts had gone.

A grin took over my face, my heart once more light as a goddamn feather. “I could go for a snuggle fest,” I said, grabbing a towel to wipe my hand free of our spunk.

His smile felt better than cool salt water on sunburned toes.

Thank you, Lily.

I followed his firm, flexing ass back into my bedroom, and after cleaning up, he became my little spoon—and for the first time ever, I didn’t bother shifting my groin away from his gorgeous ass. I rested my flaccid cock against his crack and closed my eyes, finding the kind of rest I hadn’t known was possible.

29

LILY

We’d spent the weekend in a tangle of limbs covered in sweat and cum, but my wrecked ass wouldn’t be taking another dick for at least a week or two. My pussy and mouth had gotten one hell of a workout too though, and I’d never been so jelly-legged in all my life.

Grey and Blaine had often become caught up in the lust among the three of us, their mouths finding each other’s, but not once had I felt left out or on the sidelines. Same as in the shower Friday night, they took care of me before getting off.

There was no frotting, no man-on-man blow jobs, and no fucking that didn’t include me.

But I wondered what would happen with the two of them being alone. Would the men explore the door I’d pushed open between them sooner than I’d planned on? Would they realize they didn’t need a feminine counterpart to find contentment in Grey’s bed?

I rushed through the café’s door to get my ass on the clock. A niggling of fear wound around me like a python like it’d done often through our weekend together, worrisome enough that I twisted my own stomach into knots.

I almost wanted them to interact on their own even though I dreaded it. Grey and Blaine deserved happiness just as much as the next guy.

I just really wished it could be with me.

Yes, my determination to keep emotions out of our hookups had fled my heart. I was truly caught up, captured, in the fantasy of a happily ever after with my two lovers.

And it scared the fuck out of me even while memories of their touches heated my face and dampened my panties.

Cheryl watched me with a raised eyebrow as though she felt my conflicting emotions that caused grins then frowns to morph back and forth like shifting shadows. I eventually spewed the delicious details of my weekend between serving customers.

Seeing as how she preferred pussy, she didn’t catch on with my swooning excitement, but she did offer her congratulations on finding what I’d set my heart upon.

If only it would last…

When the second break rolled around, I hurried outside into the sun, my cell in hand. My fingers shook, and I swallowed hard as I swiped my screen to life.

Blaine had texted first. Miss you.

My exhale quickly deflated my lungs.

So even if they had gotten it on after I’d left, he still thought of me.

Miss you too, I typed out a reply, breathing a tiny bit easier.

I swiped over to Grey’s number and shot off a text, my words thoroughly fishing. What are you up to?

Wishing you were here between us, he texted back before I had a chance to chew on a fingernail.

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