Page 13 of Desiring an Angel

“Well can you at least tell me what ones they were talking about?” I pushed, expecting guidance in this thing would be better than my usual traipsing along without direction.

“I will not.” She pursed her lips again as though disgusted by the whole conversation she had started. “And it would be best if you didn’t bother with such nonsense, Skylar. God knows you have enough problems as it is. We don’t need your foolhardiness bringing stalkers and rapists to my front door.”

Heat flushed through me even as I held in a snort. Arguing with someone as intelligent as my brainiac twin, even if she had zero people skills or street smarts, would be a waste of my time.

I’d never won an argument against her.

We washed and dried our dishes like we’d done since childhood on our parent’s farm in South Dakota, side by side, silent in our personal musings. She probably daydreamed about stars and supernovas or whatever they were called while I thought about hookups. Dating apps. Bursting from the inside out between two men.

Give me all the happily ever afters had always been my motto when browsing for new books at the library back home in the middle of nowhere, but their romance collection paled in comparison to the one in the big city.

The move hadn’t just opened my senses to nonstop noise, light in the night sky no matter the hour, and smells I hadn’t even known existed, but it had also introduced Annie Kelly’s words upon words of smut that made my nipples ache and panties damp.

Two men loving on their woman at the same time, kissing each other while she came undone between them had become my new favorite bedtime story. The female character watching her two men love on one other, a close second.

I struggled to stand still while waiting for Nora to methodically rinse each dish before handing it to me.

“Spare time isn’t good for you,” she said while unplugging the drain when she finally finished with the washing. “You need to find a job.”

“I’m trying,” I muttered, hanging up the damp tea towel on the stove handle and remembering how the Google search I’d done after getting fired had given me a headache.

“Well try harder. Use up your ridiculous energy tomorrow going store to store until someone hires you. I agreed to Mom and Dad’s suggestion of letting you live with me, but you’ve got to find something that makes you money and gets you out of my house.”

“If you don’t want me here, just say so,” I snipped, hands on my hips.

Lips pursed, she shook her head and glanced out the window overlooking her small backyard. “Some days, I just need space.”

Nora had always been a recluse who enjoyed silence. Of course my noise and constant fumbling around the house drove her nuts like it always had when we’d been kids.

Worked up and my mind too occupied with dating apps to start yet another book, I headed to my room and stripped out of the jean shorts I’d made from an old pair of secondhand dungarees for the comfort of cotton sleep shorts.

The seed Nora had planted in my head sat ready to burst into a full-blown, squirrel-covered oak tree.

Why not attempt going out on a limb to find what I craved? What did I stand to lose besides a bit more worth in my sister’s eyes?

If I even have any left…

A quiet question to Siri about dating apps slipped past my frowning lips as I sank onto the edge of my bed.

Dozens of search results filled the screen, overwhelming my ability to process words.

I asked Siri about menage dating apps instead.

Missing Link was listed first, the brief writeup by the search engine fluttering desire inside me. That was what I wanted to be. A link between two men. Either a bridge or the piece of a puzzle a loving bisexual couple wanted to complete their life.

My heart sped up as I clicked the hyperlink, the logo on the download page brightening my smile. Three intertwined rainbow-colored hearts.

This is it.

Giddy, I collapsed onto my back in the middle of my bed with more dramatic flair than any cartoon princess and clicked on the download button. My grin felt wide as a dork, and I hoped the cell wouldn’t give face recognition any shit.

A tiny squeal left me as the download process began.

“Open,” I whispered the breathless word while tapping the phone’s screen.

I scrolled and clicked through the app, riveted by testimonials from people who had found the love they’d craved or had fantasized about. Dozens of variations rolled past. Three men. Three women. Two women and a man. A husband and wife finding their submissive. Two Doms sharing a twink—whatever that was.

Every positive, glowing review tickled my insides until I squirmed. Wiggling my way against the headboard, I pursed my lips and exhaled loudly.

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