Free My Two Doms by G. G. Royale Page B

stroked both her thighs as he sat between them. I could get used to this . But Haley didn’t doubt for a moment, even in her blissful state of mind, that things could still go wrong. After all, if the two men hadn’t fought, she wouldn’t have run. If she hadn’t run, she wouldn’t have fallen into the swamp.
    Haley sighed again, but this time out of frustration rather than contentment.
    “What’s the matter?” Jason asked. “I felt you go tense.”
    She thought about confessing everything, but instead she just shook her head and attempted to relax. She would try to make the most of this while she could. Then—if she had to—she would move on. She’d learned these two men had even more to keep them from getting along than their territorial feelings about her, which had clearly been enough. Now political, economic…hell, life differences would prevent them from being friends too. Hopeless had to be the word to describe her situation.
    “You need to tell us what’s bothering you,” Gregory told her.
    She shook her head again.
    “Do we need to make you tell us?” Jason asked.
    Haley swallowed. She thought about what it would mean for them to make her tell. Would they play some sort of good cop/bad cop? Or would one spank her while the other grilled her face-to-face. She felt a tingling in her lower belly at the thought.
    But no, Haley realized she felt too tired for that now. She needed to rest and rethink her future with these men. She knew the only way she could rest would be to confess everything. She nuzzled Jason’s shoulder and then looked right in Gregory’s eyes.
    “I’m tired,” she told them, “of the two of you fighting.”
    “It’s only been a day—” and “We can work things out—” came out at the same time. Haley watched Gregory’s gaze slip up, probably meeting Jason’s over her head. She loved that they tried to convince her of a possible future, even though she knew it could never happen.
    “I desperately want to be with both of you.” She looked out the window at the expanse of lawn and bayou beyond. “At least, I think I do.” Haley glanced back at Gregory. “But—like I think I’ve said—I can’t deal with the stress of the fighting. I don’t know what I’m willing to sacrifice for your rela”—she cut herself off—“future.” She pushed up and moved to the other side of the tub so she could look at both of her men at the same time. “It’s like I’m cursed or something. I’ve found the two men I want most in my life, but the two of you can’t get along.”
    “I’m sorry, Haley,” Jason said. “But there’s so much about him I can’t like.”
    “I feel the same,” Gregory told her.
    “At least we’re honest about that. And I guess I’m just being selfish. I want you two to sacrifice everything for me.” Haley felt suddenly self-conscious and crossed her arms over her breasts. “But I keep forgetting each of you have your needs.” She paused. “I’m probably just meant to be single, since the two men I want don’t want or even like each other.”
    Jason said, “Haley—”
    She held up her hand, and he stopped. “I’m tired, okay?” She stood. “I’m going to go right over to that huge bed and take a nap. I’d say we should talk later, but I’m not sure there’s anything left to talk about. Thanks for last night and for rescuing me today, but I don’t want to dwell on us anymore.”
    Haley took a towel off the stack next to the tub and stepped out of the water. She dried off and dropped the towel on the floor as she crossed to the bed. She threw back the cover and top sheet—Jason had had no use for it the night before—and climbed into the bed. She turned onto her side away from the tub, not wanting to further explore her own shortcomings or selfishness. She hoped the guys would get the message. For now, at least, she was done with all this.
    “Haley.” Gregory’s voice held enough of the dom in it that she had to look over