Page 111 of Finding Their Place

But with our passion finally abated after months of buildup, something lacked in the quiet between us. My hands stilled in his hair, and we both inhaled fully as though on the verge of speaking…

“Wyatt,” we whispered at the same time.

And burst into giggles.

“Were you imagining him while fucking me?” I asked while snickering, my fingers once more combing through his hair.

He wrapped his arms tight around me. “No—honest to God. I’d wished his hands were on me, but I wasn’t thinking about anything but your tight pussy sucking on my dick,” Garrett said, his deep voice rumbling the chest pressed to my belly.

“I didn’t compare you to him,” I replied. “Promise.”

Garrett lifted his head, his eyes like melted chocolate, soft and warm. “But you do still want him.”

I grabbed hold of his scruffy cheeks. “Yes, but not because you aren’t enough.”

His slow smirk curled my toes. “I know.” He turned his face, kissing my palm. “I want to try to make things work with him too, Hal, because as much as you own my heart and soul, he’s in there with you. Does that make sense?”

I saw Wyatt’s gorgeous blue eyes in my mind, remembered his kiss, the feel of his fingers entwined through mine. The sense of comfort and rightness I experienced every time we shared space.

But it was his guidance, the safety my heart and mind felt in his presence that made me yearn for him the most.

Garrett was my koala.

Wyatt was my true north.

“Yeah. I do,” I murmured.

“I want him in all the ways I do you, Hal.”

Longing for the same flooded through me, and I ran my thumb over Garrett’s lower lip.

He sucked my finger into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip.

Arousal hit me hard and heavy in my core, and just like that, my thoughts went to the physical and fantasies. “You know what I would really like? To watch you suck on his dick like a lollipop.”

Garrett groaned and dropped his forehead to my sternum. “Fuck, woman.”

“That can come after. Preferably both of you in me at the same time just like you were thinking while sinking deep into my pussy.”

“Shit.” He lifted his head, dark eyes heating. “Let’s get our man.”

“It’s after one in the morning,” I said, once more tracing a fingertip over his lush mouth. “I want to wake up with you in a few hours. Share sleepy kisses and maybe a couple more orgasms. Call me selfish—”

“You’re not.”

“—but I need this alone time with my koala.”

Garrett snickered and finally rolled off me.

“Where are you going?” I pouted, knowing he wouldn’t leave me for long.

“Bathroom.”

Fuck, that ass. I stared at Garrett’s flexing backside, wondering what Wyatt’s face would look like as he buried deep inside my koala’s body.

I slid my fingers down over my belly and into the mess Garrett had made in my pussy.

Imagining the two of them thrusting into me at the same time, listening to their groans while coming…

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