Seeking Two Lovers, page 22
Or perhaps that was my thrumming elation from finally having him inside me.
And to taste his mouth as he buried deep…
I had no words to express my happiness, my emotions toward him.
Spine-tingling energy amped my feelings by tenfold, making me desperate for him. More. Deeper. Lodged in my body as integrally as he was in my head and my heart.
He pulled out and thrust back in with a groan, shuddering against me.
I grasped at the muscles along his spine like he’d enjoyed doing to mine all weekend while Lily lay between us, my legs wrapped around his waist.
His fingers tangled in my hair as he ate at my mouth, allowing me to swallow down his every moan and whimper as he glided into my body over and over again.
“Grey,” he gasped against my mouth as I squeezed my ass around his thickness.
“I have you,” I promised, lifting my hips to meet him on the next thrust—and the next, encouraging him to let loose.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He lost himself in me, cursing every time my loosened hole welcomed his rigid length. Face buried in my neck, he stopped holding back his body’s chase for orgasm, thrusting into me hard enough I knew I wouldn’t sit right for a week.
I hoped I wouldn’t.
Lusted for the painful yet pleasurable reminder he’d been in my body to the point I urged him to go harder, faster.
“Grey.” He planked on shaking arms, and I jacked my dick, our eyes ensnared in the lust and love radiating in one another’s as he pounded into my ass. “Want. You. To. Come.” He gasped out with each slam of his hips against the backs of my thighs.
His hair stuck out from my fingers running through the strands, his cheeks pink and lips parted. The black of his pupils had overtaken the golden-green, and although I didn’t recognize him fully in that moment, he was my Blaine. My love.
“Fill my ass up, B,” I begged, my voice breaking. “I need to feel your cum deep inside me.”
“Can’t…fuck…”
I clenched my ass around his cock. Once. Twice.
His eyelids fluttered, he gasped— “Grey!”
He shoved in deep, and heat erupted inside me.
My own spunk shot from my throbbing length clear up to my goddamn chin. His name hissed from my lips amidst curses with every rope of white flying up over my chest.
Watching Blaine find his release had always been the sexiest thing I’d seen, but hearing him shout my name while losing himself to passion flooded my heart with the kind of euphoria that buzzed better than any bottle of Jameson. Twitches and shudders and rushed exhales and grunts accompanied every pulse of cum from both of us.
I fucking whimpered toward the end of my climax, tears hazing my vision of him still wrapped up in rapture. Overwhelmed, I grabbed hold of his face, caressing his scruff with my thumbs.
I squeezed around his girth, hoping to draw out his climax, if only to keep him inside me for just a bit longer because I’d never felt so complete.
“Grey,” he whispered, one last ripple of release shivering over his skin, leaving goosebumps behind. His arms trembled, fighting to hold his weight off me.
His eyelids fluttered open, and I once more pulled him down to rest on me.
Brushes of lips peppered between our pants for oxygen, sweat and cum smearing over our abs and chests.
I wrapped him fully in my legs and arms, wishing we could stay that way forever.
My heart soared on the high of endorphins, of my dreams coming true. The word love hadn’t held meaning until that moment of giving myself to him. No longer were we merely bound by experience and daily living.
We’d become one body, one soul, and there would be no tearing us apart. Ever.
“Love you so damn much, B,” I whispered, my throat tight.
He coaxed his face from my neck where he’d been buried, his sated and sleepy eyes making my chest ache. “I love you.”
Commence the flowing of tears.
“Shh.” He kissed my trembling mouth and licked the salty tracks from my cheeks. “You’re everything to me. My stars, my moon.”
I grasped his face, recognizing parts of my conversation with Lily. “Everything?” I asked, searching his face, hoping like hell he would be on board with the greediness in my heart.
“Almost.”
“Lily.” I didn’t ask a question, but he nodded in answer.
“Is…that’s okay, right? It’s what you want? What she wants, right? That’s what I overheard you talking about on the phone. Sorry.”
My breath left in a rush, and I almost started crying again. Blaine and Lily…we could have a future together. “Yes—and you can listen in on any conversation for the rest of my life, B. I have nothing to hide from you.”
His slow smirk and the pink once more rising to his cheeks tempted my blood to rush back to my spent dick crushed between us.
Silence settled, but neither of us moved. We simply stared at one another, enjoying the coming down from our climax, the closeness and warmth of being where one belonged.
Eventually, reality settled back in, and the bliss faded from Blaine’s eyes. He gently backed out, leaving my hole sore and gaping.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” He trailed a fingertip through the wetness seeping out of my ass, and I hissed in discomfort as he pushed it back in. “Sloppy and relaxed like this.” He stroked a few times, a groan deep in his chest every time I twitched from him rubbing over my sensitive prostate. “Almost as sexy as when it’s pink, puckered, and desperate for more.”
“Christ, B.” I gritted my teeth, and he finally stopped with the torture, gently pulling his fingers from my sore-as-hell ass.
“How easily you make me forget the real world.” Blaine sat back on his haunches, and I stretched out my legs beside him, not caring that his cum would puddle on the comforter beneath my ass.
I couldn’t fucking move, and the ache in my backside…Christ, so good.
His gaze rolled slowly up over my sprawled form, pausing on my mouth briefly before lifting to my eyes. “Shower?”
“You might have to carry me.”
A huff of laughter left him, pulling my lips up, but both our mouths flatlined in a matter of seconds.
I’d managed to distract him for a time, but the darkness rose through the pleasure in his eyes. “We need to get Sarah out of there, Grey.”
“We’re will,” I stated firmly, conviction in my heart.
Grim determination glinted in his eyes and lined his lips. I’d seen that stubbornness before—it’d been in his decision to leave with me when I hightailed it for the West Coast and sunshine.
I held out my hand, and he twined his fingers through mine even though we’d already silently agreed. “We’re going to see this through to the end.”
“Together,” he vowed, his tone as firm and unyielding as my mind.
32
Lily
A door squeaked open, waking me from my drunken stupor on the couch. I blinked as light flooded the living room from the kitchen behind me.
Sitting up, I peered over the back of the couch, eyes narrowed against the bright overheads. My buzz kept me from focusing for a few seconds.
Haley dropped her bag onto the table, tossing her keys to land beside them.
“How was your date?” I asked even though her scowl stated it hadn’t been good.
“Another asshole narcissist. It’s like I’m a goddamn magnet for the fuckers!” She grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and uncorked it while I considered her sour mood.
Haley seriously couldn’t catch a break. Every time she finally gave into the need to find a real date rather than mere hookup, shitheads came out of the woodwork.
She shuffled into the living area of our open-concept apartment, her hold on the bottle’s neck letting me know we were in for one hell of a night.
“Come here.” I sat and held out an arm, and she sank against my side.
She smelled like lavender, soothing when she tended toward prickliness.
Bottle tipped upward, she guzzled, and I closed my eyes again.
At least the spins had left, so I would be able to focus on her.
“It started off perfect,” she began. “He asked about me, got me talking—and you know I don’t open up easily—then after his third or fourth shot, he turned everything we discussed back toward him. How successful he was, how he had no issues getting hookups… Fuck.” Haley guzzled again, and I ran my fingers through the straightened strands of her hair falling over her shoulder.
“And don’t get me started on his sense of entitlement.”
“That bad, huh?” I asked, wishing that just once Haley would find a guy whose personality didn’t take her back to the abusive childhood she’d endured beneath her psycho mother’s care.
“He got pissed when I wouldn’t fuck him. Just because I agreed to dinner, he felt that I had to put out. Like paying the bill made it his right to what’s between my thighs.”
My forehead dented in a deep scowl. “Did he? Touch you without your consent, I mean?”
“The fucker tried. I kneed him in the balls and called an Uber.”
“Go you.” We knuckle bumped.
Haley sank against me, letting out a heavy sigh. “I don’t even know why I bother anymore.”
“There are good men out there,” I stated quietly, thinking about Grey and Blaine. A swipe over my cell screen showed it’d been two hours since I’d talked to Grey. Had he done what I’d told him to? Were they still in a fuck-fest for the ages?
I shifted against Haley, aroused by the thought and fearful at the same time regardless of Grey’s assurance he wanted me in his life.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing,” I muttered. “Talk to me about you.”
Haley pulled away, eyeing me while going in for another swig of wine. Her gaze narrowed as the bottle once more rested on her lap. “You’re like an open book, Lily. Don’t bullshit me.”
A pitbull, I knew she wouldn’t let my mood go until I relented and spilled my guts.
“Fine,” I huffed. “I did what we decided I should do and all but told Grey to fuck Blaine so I could get my broken heart over with already. Now I’m wishing I hadn’t. Kind of. I think.”
“Shit.” It was Haley’s turn to pull me into her side, and I snuggled in tight.
“I’m a selfish bitch—tell me more about your date,” I begged, needing to take my mind off Grey’s bed. “Please.”
“It’s in my past, and I have zero more fucks to give about it.” Her firm tone stated truth, but I heard the hurt lingering in the back of her words.
“I didn’t mean to move the conversation toward me,” I muttered, hating myself in that moment because it’s something her mom would have done.
Make everything about her, causing Haley to feel as though she didn’t matter.
“You’re the furthest thing from a narcissist, Lily,” Haley argued. “You’re empathetic, kind, and sweet—all the things my mom wasn’t. Isn’t.” Another long pull on the bottle tipped her head back.
I knew she hadn’t spoken to her mom for years, but childhood trauma like she’d endured didn’t fade easily even with talking to a therapist once a week.
“You’re going to end up dead drunk on the floor,” I warned her.
“Good,” she snipped. “I’m in the mood.”
Silence settled over us for a little while as she continued to drink, the clock’s ticking in the kitchen behind us loud in the stillness. A horn honked outside from our narrow street, and another car rolled by with deep bass thumping hard enough a few trinkets on Haley’s bookshelf rattled.
My cell dinged, sending a shot of adrenaline through me.
“Is it Grey?” Haley asked as I sat up quickly, reaching for my phone on the cushion beside me.
“Yeah.” My grin flashed automatically—then my excitement hit a wall, my lips flatlining as my chest squeezed. “I’m scared to read it,” I whispered.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Lily.” I could hear her eye roll.
“Fine.” I huffed, held my breath, and tapped on his message.
A pic of Blaine sleeping—drooling on Grey’s chest—filled my screen. Grey must have taken it while holding this phone above his head because I could make out his other arm holding Blaine tight against his side and the navy of his silk sheets covering them from the waist down.
My throat thickened, and I couldn’t decide if it was from happiness or sadness.
Shouldn’t have drunk all that damn wine.
“He wouldn’t have sent that to you if he wasn’t wishing you were there,” Haley murmured, leaning close to check out the image. “If they had gotten it on and Grey decided he wanted Blaine all to himself for the rest of his life, he’d ghost you just like all the other assholes who lose interest after a weekend of free pussy and ass.”
I squeezed above her knee at the jaded tone, and another message popped up.
Grey: His sister called right after I got off the phone with you…long story. Missed you tonight while I helped distract him. Major walls came down between us, but you were never far from our thoughts. When can we see you again?
“Oh God.” I swallowed against a torrent of tears that wanted to pour down my face, my insides going all gooey. I damn near swooned at the relief that flooded through me.
Haley let out a sigh at the same time I did. “I’m so jelly right now, I can’t even.”
“Hal…”
“It’s okay, really,” my cousin murmured. “I’m happy for you. Truly.” Wetness coated her dark eyes, making them appear like melting chocolate.
My heart yearned to head over to Grey’s immediately, but between my still-buzzed brain and Haley’s depression I could feel ramping up from a mile away, I wasn’t about to leave her alone.
I texted Grey a smiley face to let him know my lips curved upward, a hearts-for-eyes emoji since I was falling hard and fast, and a promise for the following weekend. Usually, I had trouble seeing through my promises, but nothing would keep me from my boys come Friday night.
When Haley spiraled, I feared her falling in deep enough she would end up in a psych ward like her mom even though my cousin had always been more focused and mentally healthy like her father.
Tucking my phone away, I pulled my closest friend back against my side and continued to play with her hair even though my thoughts and heart wished to be far away.
Haley had never gotten physical attention as a child, the kind of touch that offered affirmation and appreciation. Her dad had been a chickenshit, bowing to his tyrant wife’s every whim and mood.
Haley had been left alone in her own emotions with no one to guide her.
Every time I squeezed her or petted her like a cat, she went all limp. Soaking that shit up, she’d say, oftentimes laughing because she owned how starved she was for affection.
“What’s going to happen when they ask you to move in?” she asked, her tone resigned and quiet.
I opened my mouth to assure her I wasn’t even thinking that far ahead, but she cut me off.
“It’s going to be in the next couple of weeks. I can feel it. And you’d be crazy to say no. From all you’ve told me, from the texts from both men, they’re so far gone on you, you could wrap them both up around your pinkies.”
“It’s too soon.”
“Is it?” She slurred and snuggled in closer, the near-empty bottle tipping almost sideways across the couch.
I took it from her light grasp and set it on the end table.
“Life is fucking short,” she muttered, well on her way toward that drunken stupor she’d been chasing. “Grab it by the balls, Lily. Ride that damn roller coaster with your arms held high, screaming at the top of your lungs. Nothing holding you back. Speed forward and enjoy every second.”
“I’m not leaving you alone.”
“I’ll be fine. There are always people looking for rooms to rent.”
“Why the hell are we even talking about this?” I groaned, tipping my head back against the couch. “I’ve fucked them all of twice—”
“Thought it was three in thirty-six hours and once before that?”
“—way too fast for that option to be set on the table.”
“It will be. I’d bet money on it.” Haley sounded so damn sure of herself that a selfish flutter of hope spun through my veins.
33
Blaine
By the time Wednesday rolled around, I’d been jacked and sucked off so many damn times I’d lost count, and not once did darkness stir vomit up my throat.
It was like the floodgates of Grey’s love had been bashed open, and he poured physical expression of his feelings all the fuck over me.
Left my dick chafed.
Satisfied as fuck in ways I’d never expected to enjoy.
But my heart continued to ache.
Lily had put us off until the weekend because her cousin was having a bout of depression, and I couldn’t stop worrying over my sister.
Higgins, Grey’s PI, continued to monitor the compound with stealthy as fuck drones, letting me know Sarah was alive and well. No appearances of bruising, no limping while walking around holding Quell’s hand in her usual display of servitude made me believe our phone call and the “borrowed” cell phone had gone unnoticed.
I couldn’t begin to imagine her fear. The anxiety she dealt with every day couldn’t be healthy for the child swelling her belly.
Higgins had sent pictures, and I’d cried over every damn one.
Petite like Mom and just as beautiful, Sarah deserved to be held and coddled by the man she loved rather than forced into sexual slavery to an asshole who ought to be buried six feet under—alive.
Preferably in a box full of spiders, snakes, and scorpions.
By Thursday, we learned the couple Higgins had met with agreed to testify about the abuse they’d endured while indoctrinated and living on the compound. He’d gathered his evidence over the week and had gotten in touch with a buddy of his in the FBI.
It turned out Quell was already being watched, but Higgins hadn’t been able to gather any further information. He handed over what he’d compiled, much to his friend’s excitement.
