Page 107 of Finding Their Place

I studied her dark eyes, but I’d never been able to read her like Wyatt had so easily done when she’d wished to hide from me. “Are you trying to tell me something in a roundabout way?”

She smirked but lifted a suggestive eyebrow. That look I knew well.

“You want him too, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her smirk fading, gaze going unsure as though afraid I might deny her what she desired.

As if.

A gentle tug removed the band from her hair, and I ran my fingers over her scalp, spilling dyed tresses across her pillow.

“We talked about you all the time. Imagined you between us.” My length pulsed at the memory. “Fantasized about it together.”

Her pupils swelled as pre-cum oozed from my slit. “Oh shit.”

The sounds of our breaths filled the space between us, and I fought the desire to pull her against my groin and grind on her thigh like a damn dog.

“Are we okay, Hal?” I asked, needing the truth before we went any further.

“Yeah.” she breathed out the answer I hoped to hear, her smirk softening. “If I can set things right with him too, want to give it a shot?”

“Fuck yes,” I didn’t hesitate to answer, tightening my hands in her hair, “but right now, I need to try something else out first.”

“Oh?” Her eyebrow flicked up again as I mobilized her head with my grip on her hair.

“I’ve been holding back for fucking months, Hal. Why do you think I was crunching on those fucking Blow Pops every night?”

“Because you have an oral fixation?”

I grinned, my entire body floating higher than it had been since the night I’d finally gotten my hands on her. “Well, that too.”

Our gazes stayed locked, our smiles slowly fading. I didn’t feel the need to put distance between us or pull a pillow over my groin like I used to do if the air grew too heated. One hand on her lower back, I tugged her in closer—until she pressed against me from my chest to aching groin.

“Oh God.” A shudder rippled over her, tensing every muscle in my body. My snuggle bug brushed her nose over mine, her warm breath tempting my lips. “I want to be more than friends, Garrett. So if we’re on the same page—”

I took her mouth, letting her know exactly what I wanted.

Fu-cking-hell. I whimpered a needy sound as a shudder tore through me.

She tasted like tart wine and sweet strawberries, so goddamn luscious my balls throbbed and heart swelled to bursting.

Her hands swept down my back and yanked at my T-shirt’s hem. I pulled away long enough to rip the damn thing off and dove back in, hands on her face, claiming her mouth with need I felt clear though my toes. Her mouth was life. All I’d dreamed about and more. Torture of the sweetest sort—a delicious promise of more than simply release.

Our tongues stroked, teeth nipped, and she let me suck on her lower then upper lip.

And her fingers—her fucking fingers mapped out my chest, my contracting abs, lingering on the V of muscle dipping into my jeans.

It was after midnight, and I’d been exhausted from a long day at work, but I’d never felt so alive—awake and hopeful for my next breath.

“Fuck, Hal.” I gasped into her mouth and grabbed hold of her tight ass, yanking her on top of me as I rolled to my back.

Our lips stayed fused as she settled in to straddle me, but I pushed her upwards, frantic to get that damn sleep shirt off her body.

No bra bound her perfect tits. Dark pink nipples, tight and mouthwatering called out to me.

“Fuck,” I groaned the word and lifted my upper body toward her, latching on.

Haley let out a gasp and grabbed hold of my head as I set to fulfilling my oral fixation with her—fucking finally. I nibbled and licked, suckled on her sweet, soft skin, moaning over how heavenly she tasted.

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