Page 117 of Finding Their Place

I snickered at that memory. “Never in a million years did I think I would tell a man to stop eating me out.”

“Mmm.” Garrett snuggled in close again, burying his face in my neck. “You smell good.”

We’d showered together, and Garrett had worshiped every inch of me before tenderly drying me off and slathering my lavender lotion over my skin. It’s a wonder we didn’t just fall back into bed and pass the fuck out considering how little sleep we’d gotten.

But our stomachs had needed substance from the day-long fuckfest we had partaken in.

I closed my eyes, crunched the lollipop to smithereens, then put the gum back in the wrapper on the coffee table in front of me.

“You didn’t even enjoy it,” Garrett said with a chuckle.

“Sure I did.” I tried to get comfy again, pulling his arm over my torso, threading our fingers atop my heart. Heaving a heavy sigh, I closed my eyes and focused on the weariness that physical and emotional exhaustion held over my body. “Wanna sleep.”

Garrett nosed at the back of my head. “I’ll snuggle you while you do.”

The warmth of him eventually dragged my beat ass into calming darkness.

Strong arms held me, and the world swayed beneath me while I floated on air.

I snuggled against my koala’s hard chest, sighing in my contented, half-conscious state as he carried me into my bedroom. My smile expanded when I curled on my bed, ready to be the little spoon.

Garrett wrapped his body around my back.

The mattress dipped in front of me, and my eyelids jerked open.

Wyatt slid beneath my comforter, scooting toward me.

I launched forward out from beneath Garrett’s arm and plastered myself to tattooed skin and thick muscle. Wyatt smelled of soap and male virility, and I breathed him deep into my lungs as tears stung my eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, throwing my leg over his bare thigh and latching onto him like a damn leech, my face smooshed against his neck.

Wyatt ran his fingers through my hair with tender strokes. “I’m sorry for thinking I knew what was best for the three of us and leaving without a word. I should have figured out how that would make you feel.”

“And I should have gotten my head out of my ass and realized how my silence would affect you. Damnit, Wyatt, I’m so fucking sorry for being such a selfish bitch.”

“I don’t think you have anything to apologize for, but I’ll gladly give you my forgiveness if that’s what you need, my sweet Haley.”

His possessive words drew a sigh from my lungs. I pulled back enough to see his gorgeous blue eyes. “Will you stay this time?”

He cradled my face in his hands, his steady gaze open and so damn vulnerable my heart swelled with longing. “If you’ll have me.”

I snorted and reached behind me, grasping for the man who should have followed along after me to keep my back warm. “Of course we want you, Wyatt. You belong with us. I’m guessing you and Garrett already made up?”

“Yeah,” they both murmured at the same time, a hint of a smile in their husky voices that quivered my insides.

“And I fucking missed it,” I grumbled, my own lips curled upward. “You’re gonna have to give me a show tomorrow when I’m fully awake and can enjoy the hell out of watching you two love on each other.”

“Whatever you want. Anything,” Wyatt promised, his breath hot against my forehead.

I tipped my head back. “Kiss me.”

Wyatt chuckled and lazed his mouth over mine, and even though I wanted to climb aboard and ride him until I fell over, my body didn’t have the energy to rouse from near slumber.

“I’m sorry,” I said against his lips, my chest full and aching as every single piece of me—around me—clicked into peaceful place.

He kissed my nose and forehead again as I shimmied down a bit to nuzzle my face over his chest. “So am I.”

“We’re good?” I mumbled, my eyelids sliding shut.

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