Seeking Two Lovers, page 29
“Yes. Oh yeah. Do that again.
I pushed back in, slick, hot skin gliding against each other as Blaine retreated.
Her pussy cradled us better than any hand job, mouth, or ass. Lily’s body had been shaped for us, the final piece I hadn’t realized we’d been missing until she blew in like an ocean-swept breeze.
One body, I realized we’d become in that moment of coming together. One being.
“I fucking love you both so damn much,” I choked out, grabbing hold of Blaine to sandwich Lily between us.
They both panted and whimpered something along the same lines, but the words got lost in the lust-driven sensual dance of three bodies offering the physical expression of their love to each other.
No selfishness sent us racing toward the finish line, no need to empty balls in a spine-tingling sensation.
I wanted Lily to come apart between us, fully sated, her fantasy fulfilled. Nothing mattered in that moment but giving her what she’d dreamed about.
“Come all over our cocks. Need your cream dripping down my balls, baby.” Sliding a hand between our sweat-slickened skin, I found her swollen clit.
“Oh God.” Lily turned her head, her cheek on my shoulder. “So good…so full.” A puffed exhale ghosted hot breath over my pec. She licked her lips as though desperate for moisture.
“You like being stuffed, don’t you?” Blaine kissed her shoulder, every ripple of his abs while fucking in over my dick making my mouth water.
“Yes. So much.”
I groaned, ready to blow my fucking load. A few flicks of my fingertips over her slippery clit, and Lily clenched.
“Fuck.” I ground my teeth together, fucking needing her to come. “Lily. Please”
“Kiss—”
The word didn’t even finish passing her lips, and Blaine smashed his mouth onto mine.
Lily whined a loud cry and erupted, her pussy like a pulsing vise squeezing us together. Hot wetness slickened our thrusts, dripped from my tight balls, and Blaine let go, his groan leaking into my mouth.
His dick pulsing against mine.
I grabbed hold of his ass and thrust hard, all trace of nicety gone from my mind. My lovers had found their release, and I pushed forward with mine, snapping my hips, moving Lily atop me.
“Love…fuck!” Cum erupted from my dick, shooting deep inside Lily to mingle with Blaine’s. Even while spurting, ears ringing, I imagined both of our scents, our mark, coating her insides.
She’d branded herself onto our hearts, and we’d done the same to her.
We lay spent, sticky and sweaty in a tangle of limbs. Cum coated my dick, smeared between Lily’s thighs, but none of us made a move to get up.
Euphoric waves of delicious rest kept me still while facing her. Eyes closed. Smiling like an idiot.
“I want you to move in with us,” I said what I’d been thinking about for days on end.
“What?” Lily roused from the verge of passing out like she usually did after we fucked her senseless. “No command?”
“You’re moving in with us,” I amended as she opened her eyes. “Tomorrow.”
She shifted her head back on the pillow, closer to where Blaine had his face buried in her hair as usual so she could meet my gaze. “You don’t think it’s too soon?”
“If I did, I wouldn’t have asked.”
“Demanded.”
I chuckled, sliding my leg between her thighs to rub my foot over Blaine’s calf muscle. “Our bed is empty when you aren’t here.”
“Hardly,” she snorted, her brown eyes waking with laughter and the kind of joy that made my heart ache.
My grin faded. “I’m serious, Lily. We’re head over heels and want you with us. Always.”
Blaine snaked a hand between us, his caress over her belly rubbing his knuckles along my abs. I flexed beneath his touch. “Please,” he whispered against her neck
One word from him, and I saw the decision in her sleepy eyes.
Anything to please him.
She smiled, her gaze soft as she tucked my hair behind my ear. “Anything for him,” she all but repeated my thought. Perhaps that silent communication thing had sprung to life between us as well.
“Are you reading my mind now?” I asked, running my hand down over her hip. So satiny smooth…
“Yep.” She popped the P and pressed her lips against mine.
“Is that a yes?”
“That would be a yes.”
A few kisses lazed among the three of us until the stickiness became too much. I carried Lily to the shower, and we washed her from head to precious little toes, paying homage to our girl.
Blaine’s time for attention came next, and while I’d have loved to lather his backside with sensual glides of my palms and fingertips, I avoided that area of his body.
I owned a part of his heart, but even if I never got a piece of his ass, I would be content with what he allowed. Lily’s lathered hands took over cleaning his front while I held him against me.
Blaine rested his head back on my shoulder. “I’m going to see a therapist.”
Inner relief swept through me over his openness, and my throat tightened.
“I—I want to be free with you, Grey. Be able to give myself to you fully some day without the darkness rising to steal it away.”
I swallowed hard. He’d told me Lily knew vaguely about what all had happened to him, which solidified in my mind how much she meant to him. Talking about it in front of her would be okay. “I don’t need that to be happy, B. I’m perfectly content to bottom for you the rest of our lives.”
“I need it.”
“Then I’ll support you and do everything I can to help you overcome whatever hurdles lay in our path.”
Lily peered up at us from where she knelt to wash his legs. Full-on lust simmered in her big brown eyes.
I snickered. “Someone’s buttons just got pushed.”
Blaine lifted his head to peer down at her. “You want to watch Grey own my ass and heal me from the inside out?”
“Boundaries and all that,” she breathed, “but oh my God, yes. A thousand times yes, when you’re ready.”
“Shit.” Blaine’s dick stirred to life, and Lily glided her hands up the insides of his thighs to cradle his balls. “Can we…” He swallowed audibly. “Grey…would you touch me. There? I-I want to try that. Now.” His words stuttered out, stirring my groin to life again.
“Anything for you,” I said against his ear, then turned my focus on Lily. “Suck him.”
She obeyed like a good little girl, and I smoothed my hands over Blaine’s backside again, keeping my chest against his back, my mouth on his ear. I told him how strong he was, murmured words of edification and encouragement that would usually turn his face a sexy shade of pink.
And when I finally moved a fingertip over his hole, I slid my tongue into his mouth. He shivered, one of his hands coming behind my neck to hold me tight.
“Grey,” he moaned against my lips, and I rimmed my finger around his hole, tapping, and pressing without breaching.
“I have you, baby. You’re so fucking perfect, B. Love you so damn much.”
Lily whimpered around her mouthful of cock.
“Can you come again?” I asked, pulling away enough I could see Blaine’s pupils blown, the gold-green of his eyes eaten up with darkness—but not from the turmoil he buried inside. Those pupils had blown out from lust, pure and simple.
“Yeah. Fuck yeah.”
I pressed again, the wet tip of my finger breaching enough that he trembled. “B?”
“Yes. Fuck!” He jolted back toward me, sinking my finger in to the first knuckle. His ass spasmed around me, sounds of Lily choking on his cum jacking lust through my balls. “Grey…fucking hell.”
My heart soared with him, and I knew one day I would be able to sink myself fully into his body while losing myself in his gaze.
Blaine went lax, and Lily kissed her way up his shivering belly and over his pecs. “You’re so yummy.” She sighed and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his slack mouth. “And you.” She lifted an eyebrow my way, her lips curled in a smirk. “Naughty, filthy man.”
I narrowed my gaze at her but couldn’t help my grin. “You love it.”
“I love you,” she corrected, draping her small frame over Blaine’s front, her soft hands reaching around to cradle my ass.
A spent Blaine in my arms, a gorgeous girl all up in our space…
Life didn’t get much better than that.
44
Lily
Eight Months Later
I clasped Blaine’s hand and stepped outside the courthouse into the biting March wind. Fucking New England and its cold as fuck spring.
But I didn’t scowl at the weather I couldn’t wait to escape for the California sunshine.
A grin stretched over my face—same as Blaine’s, same as Grey who stood on his other side with his hand on our boy’s lower back.
Abraham Quell had been found guilty on all the charges brought against him without Blaine even needing to testify. Sarah had sat tall and proud on the witness stand as had others who’d been emerged from beneath the cult leader’s teachings.
Theft.
Rape.
Murder—of his first wife and Blaine and Sarah’s parents as expected.
The fucker had gotten the maximum sentence and would rot behind bars until he breathed his last.
While the three of us would have preferred he be skinned alive, his genitals cut off, and his tongue ripped from his mouth, we took solace in the fact he would never hurt another innocent ever again.
Sarah exited the building behind us, tucked tightly against her fiancé’s side.
A sea of press stood in wait at the bottom of the steps, already hollering out their questions, but Higgins and a couple of his friends from a protection agency saw us safely to Grey’s Dad’s SUV and Franklin and Sarah to his grandparent’s.
Mr. Scott drove, and Grey and I sandwiched Blaine between us in the back seat. Two sets of hands clasped tight atop his thighs.
Silence settled as we pulled away from the fiasco, and a collective release seemed to fill the car’s interior.
“It’s over,” Blaine whispered. “Truly over.” He tipped his head back, a smile on his lips.
He’d been seeing a therapist for seven-plus months, and the results amazed us all.
Nightmares no longer visited him when he lay sleeping in our bed.
Rarely did darkness haunt his eyes.
Talk and news about cults and child sexual abuse didn’t cause his stomach contents to erupt over the kitchen floor.
He worked hard for the progress he’d managed down the path toward healing, and Grey and I had held his hand every step of the way.
We would continue to do so until our hearts stopped beating.
I rested my cheek against his arm and closed my eyes. Contentment like I’d never expected flooded me with happiness. The trial was over. We were finally free from the shroud of bullshit to continue on with our lives.
Fear of losing Grey or Blaine had long since diminished, even when they loved on each other while I watched, and I rested in the knowledge they wanted me there.
Always.
Forever.
Enough time passed quietly in the SUV that I wondered why we hadn’t gotten to the Scotts’ home where we’d been staying.
I opened my eyes and watched the trees along the highway speed by. Shifting, I peered out the windshield. A sign let me know we headed toward Boston.
“Where are we going?” I asked, but Mr. Scott merely glanced at me in the rearview mirror.
“Grey?” I turned to find both my lovers looking at one another. Sharing their secrets. “What are you two up to?” I asked, sitting forward as far as my seatbelt would allow to better see their faces.
Grey caught my eye first. He grinned. “Do you trust me?”
One of my eyebrows raised as I truly considered his question. With my heart, yes. My emotions, absolutely. To not pull some sly plan to get what he wanted… “Sometimes?”
Blaine barked out a laugh and tugged me into his side. He kissed the top of my head. “We have a dinner date.”
“With?”
“An old friend of yours,” Grey said. “I made a few phone calls—”
“You and your taking charge,” I muttered, baffled as to what he’d set into motion.
“We’ve been invited to dine with Mr. and Mr. Sipe this evening.”
Levi.
My breath left in a rush. “What!” I squeaked, my eyes popping open, adrenaline rushing to my stuttering heart. He wouldn’t…
Fuck, he definitely would with how I’d explained the relationship Levi and I had and the extent we’d gone to sow some supposed wild oats. My boys knew I held no bitterness toward my ex and that we’d remained friends and spoke at least once a month.
Grey had also overheard me tell Boo that I missed him a few weeks earlier the last time he’d called.
Grey angled around Blaine and grinned at me. “We wanted to meet these old lovers of yours since you go on and on and on about them—”
I leaned forward to back hand him across Blaine’s chest. “I do not!” I choked on a laugh and glanced up at Blaine. “I don’t!”
He tipped his head back and forth as though weighing my adamant statement. “You kind of do.”
“You will not be all possessive and act like assholes!” I stated sternly—or tried to, rather, with how my insides shivered and shook. God knew my boys never behaved that way.
They laughed, and pure happiness swept through me.
“I can’t believe you did this.” My voice went all wobbly, and Grey reached around Blaine to cradle my cheek in his free hand.
“You really think we would bring you back east and leave without you seeing him?”
I knew he spoke of Levi. Zeke and I hadn’t ever been friends per se, but we’d become closer since they’d married, and Levi and I stayed in touch.
“We figured your finally being able to see the two of them together as happy as you are would bring one extra added layer of contentment in what the three of us share.”
As if I needed something more.
My eyes welled, and I let out another laugh while shaking my head at their thoughtfulness. “What sort of man insists on his woman spending time with an ex?”
“Your God of Fucking and Blaine of the Thick and Juicy Cocks,” he whispered, heating my face at the nicknames spoken out loud in front of his father.
I tore my attention of Grey’s pale, twinkling eyes for the rearview. The same smiling orbs, the same color blue. It didn’t seem he’d heard, thank God.
“I think I love your son too much for my own good,” I told him.
“There’s no such thing, young lady.”
My cell rang, and I ignored it to eyeball my grinning lovers until it stopped. “Seriously. You two…”
The phone started back up, and I groaned, digging it from my purse.
Haley.
“Shit. I forgot to call her!” I swiped to answer. “Hey. So, you probably already heard?”
“Yeah. It’s all over the news. So glad that fuck face got at least a tiny bit of what he deserved.”
It had been my cousin’s suggestion that Quell had ought to have his tongue forcibly removed from his body without a numbing agent.
“What?” she hollered but muffled as though she’d put her hand over the speaker. “Go suck a dick!”
I snorted a laugh, settling back into my seat. “What’s all that about?”
“Garrett.”
Another laugh escaped me. The roommate she’d found after I moved into Grey and Blaine’s house drove her insane—but she refused to kick him out. The cute guy, while a gay cuddle bug who’d weaseled his way behind her walls, didn’t know when to stop pushing her buttons. He teased her relentlessly, and she pretended to hate it.
But he was a good fill-in for me, Haley had claimed after telling me she secretly had a massive crush on him. A good listener, gorgeously built, smelled absolutely divine—but only liked dick.
At least they had that in common.
“When are you coming home?” she asked. “I need a girls’ night out with all the wine.”
“Soon.” I shot a glance over at Grey who still watched me. “Then again, knowing these two, who the hell can say. I just got the surprise of the century dropped into my lap.”
“Do tell,” Haley murmured as though settling into the couch with a glass of chardonnay.
“Someone called an old friend of mine and made dinner plans.”
“Get. The. Fuck. Out. He didn’t!”
“He did.”
“Oh my God.” Haley snorted with laughter. “Awkward much?”
I could imagine…
But it wasn’t.
Levi opened their home’s front door before I even started up their front walkway. His face lit up the second our gazes landed on each other, and it was like no time had passed since I’d hugged him goodbye at the airport when he sent me off to seek out my two lovers.
“Boo!” I squealed and sprinted forward.
Grinning and gorgeous green eyes glistening, he swept me up into his arms just over the threshold of his and Zeke’s house. “Lil.” He choked on my nickname, squeezing me tight.
Although I recognized the feel of him holding me, his toned body no longer felt like home, nor was he my best friend who used to know me inside and out. At one time, I’d thought I would spend the rest of my life with him, but our terrible choices and the resulting heartache had been worth the pain.
We laughed, tears wetting both our cheeks when he finally set me onto my feet. I grabbed hold of his face, peering into his beautiful eyes. Any hint of haunted sadness had diminished due to the man I saw in my periphery, and what had once been a childhood crush had become pure, platonic emotions.
“I can’t tell you how happy I am, how perfectly things have turned out for both of us,” I told him, smiling brightly, my insides still jittery with excitement.
Levi pulled me in close again, and I rested my cheek on his chest, his heart thrumming beneath my ear.
Once upon a time, I’d believed it beat for me, but I knew better. Zeke stood off to my left in the foyer, grinning at both of us.
