Seeking Two Lovers: Missing Link 1

1. Lily

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LILY

No…no.

I scrolled through images of potential lovers the Missing Link app had paired me with, frowning over the number of couples smiling back at me from my cell’s screen.

“No.” I huffed the word. “What part of ‘seeking two male lovers’ don’t you understand?”

“What?” Haley hollered from the kitchen behind me.

“Nothing!” I yelled a reply to my cousin and slouched into our couch we’d picked up at the thrift shop the week before. “Just bring in the wine already!”

Thumb back at it, I went on the prowl.

MM couple hungry for a boy toy.

FF couple seeking SWM.

“The hell?” I muttered, shaking my head.

“What’s wrong?” Haley meandered into our living room and handed me a glass of our favorite chardonnay. Her purple and red dyed hair was pulled up in a messy bun, and she wore a long T-shirt, her favorite sleepwear.

I sipped and sighed inwardly at the cold wine trickling down my throat. She settled onto the cushion beside me and grabbed one of the brightly-colored pillows we’d gotten to offset the bland gray of the couch.

“Must be a glitch,” I explained. “Missing Link is pairing me with MF couples who want a third to warm their bed, older males looking for littles…two dommes on the prowl for a big man to sub for them. Seriously—I did not check off b**m or any kink boxes. There’s got to be something wrong. I just want two other single guys looking to love on a willing female.”

“Give it a rest. Look later.” She hugged the pillow and took a long drink from her glass.

“I haven’t gotten laid in like…” I tore my focus off my cell and tried to remember the haze of the last week. I hadn’t done much other than lounge on the beach and drink wine while on vacation from the day job.

“Did you hook up with that guy from the bar last weekend?” Haley asked.

Bobby. Or was it Billy? Either way, he’d been a disappointing lay. “The cute redhead. Billy of the Pencil d***s. Yeah.”

Haley snorted a laugh and sipped her drink. “Seven days and you’re desperate for it already?”

“School’s out.” I reminded her of my teaching job ending for the summer the Monday before. “I’m bored as f**k and reading too many menage romance novels. Of course I’m hungry for a thick, juicy c**k or two. Billy’s didn’t do it for me. The guy didn’t know how to use his fingers and tongue either.”

“You need another job to keep you busy for the next couple of months.”

“I’m starting at Carla’s Cafe tomorrow morning.” I went back to scrolling again.

“You are? How come this is the first I’m hearing about it?”

I frowned, recalling getting home from the short interview earlier in the week. Haley had already finished up work at Pieces, the clothing boutique she managed, an empty bottle of wine in her hand. “I told you on Wednesday that I started next Monday. Tomorrow.”

“I was drunk.” Haley gave her favorite excuse with a shrug.

“Bitch.”

“Dickmonger,” she shot back with a smirk.

I snorted a laugh rather than getting angry because she had a point. I liked d**k, same as her. End of. My thumb went back to rolling to see what else I could find.

No…no…

“Oh! Now that’s what I’m talking about.” I sat a little straighter and set my wine on the coffee table in front of us. “This guy’s easy on the eyes.”

“Single?” She sounded interested, but not enough to scoot over to take a peek.

I frowned, scanning his info. “It says couple…but it’s just a pic of this surfer-looking dude.”

Zooming in, I made a sound of appreciation. He had half of his longer dirty blond hair tied back in a ponytail, and eyes as blue as the summer sky held the type of intense smolder that could melt any person’s panties.

“Check this hottie out.” s**t, I sounded like a needy w***e.

That earned Haley’s attention, and she slid closer to peer over my shoulder while I zoomed in further—on the thin gray sweats hanging low on his hips. That V and the obvious outline of the thick and juicy c**k I’d been wanting…instantaneous l**t hit between my thighs and made my drool factory wake up.

“f**k. Me.” Haley’s breathy whisper sounded more like a groan.

I giggled, my core in complete agreement with her. “Yeah. I’d suck on that like a lollipop.” I popped the P, and we both laughed.

“What’s his profile say?” she asked, leaning in closer.

I swiped my fingers together over the screen and focused on his write-up for a quick skim. “Says him and his roommate…best friends not partners…he’s bi, his buddy is straight…not looking for anything serious. Shit.” I grinned, shimmying on the couch. “They’re local! Next town over!”

“Boom, baby.”

I elbowed Haley even though a tiny zing of hope swept me up in excitement.

“With his buddy being straight, you won’t have to worry about the two of them hooking up.”

“Yeah,” I murmured while Haley settled back into her corner to drink her wine and disappear into social media like she always did at night.

I didn’t ‘do’ couples because I feared being set aside again when true love decided to shut down the fun of a threesome. Having experienced that once, I had zero desire for similar heartache.

My ex-fiancé had been gay as the day was long, and even though I’d speculated over that fact for years, we hadn’t ever talked about it. From sixth grade when I first met Levi until I caught him on his back for our hot-as-hell premarital counselor we’d been meeting with at church, I had wondered about his sexuality.

We’d been taught that “choosing” to be gay was a sin. Levi had fought his natural tendencies his whole life thanks to our pastor and parents who’d been in agreement with everything preached from Simply Grace’s pulpit.

But Zeke—Levi’s husband now—had proven too much of a temptation, and they’d given into their yearnings.

It didn’t matter that I had decided to end our engagement after a night of dancing with two hot guys grinding all over me, that I’d gone to Levi’s apartment to break things off with him immediately afterward. Walking in to find Zeke f*****g him on the living room floor had broken my heart.

I had tried my best to keep my hurt from Levi, not wanting to add to the guilt and shame I’m sure he had felt for cheating on me. But allowing those two strangers at the club to dry hump my front and back while sweating on the dance floor hadn’t been much better.

I’d recognized in high school that Levi and I weren’t meant to be together, but he’d been comfort for me, my safe place. Not easy to set aside, especially when we were expected to marry. But no matter how much our parents wanted us for each other, no matter how involved we’d been in the church as a couple, our relationship had been doomed.

I would always love Levi, but even though we kept in touch and chatted on the phone every couple of months, I knew we’d made the right decision.

We had both left the church. Left God. Left our parents.

At least mine still talked to and accepted me. Levi’s father, the bastard, had shunned him for loving another man.

“Here.” My favorite roommate tossed me an Andes candy, pulling me back from the past.

I dropped my cell to catch her gift. “Where’d you find that?”

“Shoved in between the couch cushions. Must have been from our movie marathon the other night.”

“Mmm.” I peeled the wrapper open with one hand and popped the yumminess into my mouth. Nothing tasted as delicious as chocolate and mint. “So good.” I smacked my lips and sipped my wine, swirling the chardonnay over my tongue.

“Are you going to poke him?”

I picked back up my cell and swiped the screen to life. “Scott. Looks delicious in gray sweats. Yeah. Even if his best friend isn’t up for a ride, I’m game.”

“One is better than none,” Haley agreed.

I clicked the poke button, hoping the photo I’d uploaded when creating my profile would be enough to get him to read my write-up. The red bikini I’d worn showed off the tan I’d gotten by spending hours every weekend on the beach with Haley. I’d gone with less makeup for a change. Unlike my usual messy bun like the one on top of my head, I’d had a fresh cut and blowout, blonde highlights accenting the darker wheat color beneath. The sun had hit me just right that morning, and I looked like a shampoo commercial. Or a bathing suit ad.

Hot—but not slutty.

“Think he’ll poke me back?” I murmured.

“Hopefully, they’ll both be poking you before next weekend.” Haley chuckled. “There’s nothing like having a d**k in your a*s and p***y at the same time.”

“I’ve been spit-roasted.” I reminded her of the last two male friends I’d hooked up with. Too bad they hadn’t been into having their balls so close together for a guy-Lily-guy sandwich like I’d been fantasizing about.

“Stuffed full down below is the way to go.”

I snorted a laugh and glanced over at my cousin. On the petite side like me, she tucked her legs beneath her, barely taking up any room on the couch. It had been her whispered secret of a threesome over the phone that had started the fantasies in my head. The very dreams that had prompted Levi’s and my attempts to sow our wild oats before settling down in holy matrimony.

How awry that plan had gone, but I didn’t regret what we’d done.

We’d both ended up in better places.

Levi married to the love of his life and me moving across the country.

It had been Haley’s idea for me to escape Philly after the breakup and move into her California two-bedroom apartment with her. She’d gotten me a job at Pieces, but I’d picked up a teaching position that same summer.

My parents weren’t thrilled with my choice to leave them and the church, and they doubtless thought I lived a sin-filled life.

According to their beliefs I no longer held, I did.

Wine. Lots of cursing. Complete s****l freedom involving plenty of men—just not yet in the way I wanted. Haley had been the catalyst of my supposed downfall, and I loved her for it.

“What about you?” I asked her.

“What about me?” She continued to swipe across her cell’s screen, her face deadpan.

“You haven’t brought a guy home in weeks.”

“Meh.” She shrugged her shoulder and swallowed down the last of her wine. “I’m bored.”

“Maybe you should be prowling alongside me for a couple of hot guys.”

She shot me a single-raised eyebrow smirk. “It has been awhile.”

“You don’t mind the crossing of swords—make yourself a profile and find some love slaves you can boss around and watch do dirty things to each other.” The idea of two men getting it on warmed me through, but I wasn’t having it.

Nope.

“I wouldn’t mind a harem of my own.” Haley sounded all dreamy.

“Worshiping at your feet, obeying your every command.”

“Damn right.”

We both laughed. Haley had more confidence than I did in bed. She didn’t hold back in stating what she wanted and how.

Not that I knew from personal experience.

We just had a completely open and TMI type relationship. Everything Haley did, I heard about. Everything I’d tried on since losing my religion, she’d enjoyed listening to as much as I did telling her.

We were a couple of heathens, hell-bent on sampling as much d**k as possible—carefully, of course.

As long as the guys I hooked up with didn’t attempt to boss me around or force their religious beliefs on me, we’d be golden. I got along with just about anyone except those whose dogmatism for their god came first in their life.

It was why I rarely went back east to visit my family. Being reminded of what I had once been twisted my stomach to nausea every time I thought about my prior existence.

Once I’d left to stretch my wings, that religious connection between us all had severed, and I found myself breathing more easily for a change. Funny, I hadn’t realized how stifled I’d been until I’d escaped and found my freedom.

FaceTime and phone calls made it simple to stay in touch because I did love my parents, my two sisters, the brother-in-laws, and their kids.

I just no longer desired the life they all chose.

Perhaps I was immature and selfish, but I lusted for undivided attention—I did not want to share my lovers with anyone else.

Higher being included.

Scott’s write-up didn’t say jack s**t about politics or religion since Missing Link didn’t ask those questions when you went through their character profiling. But usually, people looking for poly relationships on an app weren’t the religious type anyway.

I zoomed back in on those gray sweats, a shiver l*****g down my spine at the obvious ridge that promised a good stretch. My p***y dampened at the mere thought alone of taking his d**k. Maybe his roommate wouldn’t mind having his balls in close contact enough that I could finally fulfill my fantasy of being double-stuffed.

A shift on the couch lifted Haley’s head. “Still checking him out?”

“Oh yeah.” I sighed. “Even if Scott turns out to be a church-type guy, I’d still take his body on for a test ride.”

He looked too damn delicious not to.