Page 118 of Finding Their Place

“So good I don’t even have the words,” he murmured against my hair.

Garrett pressed in tight against me, reaching over me to clutch at Wyatt’s back. Both men made contented sounds that rumbled through me, and a shiver slid over my skin, pebbling every inch of my body.

“Oh, my fucking God, this is divine.” I soaked in the warmth, the feel of two hard and sexy as hell bodies wrapped tight around me.

I pressed my cheek against Wyatt’s smooth skin, listening to his heart thrum in my ear. Garrett’s beat heavily against my spine. Sexual exhaustion still clung to my body even as I tried to stay awake and enjoy being right where I hoped to spend eternity.

My lips tingled to taste Wyatt’s again. I wanted to watch Wyatt and Garrett devour each other’s mouths.

But the warm comfort, the sense of rightness from being nestled between them, weighed against my mind.

I passed the fuck out.

Darkness outlined my blinds when I opened my eyes.

I burned like a damn furnace and couldn’t move to kick my blankets off.

Hot flesh on my front.

Even hotter skin against my back.

A calloused hand rubbed over my hip, and another softer one ran up my same thigh. Both dipped lower on opposite sides of my body, and I gasped as fingertips grazed over my bare mound and my ass crack.

Oh hell.

Arousal flooded my system, bringing me fully awake.

“Fuck,” I whispered, drawing chuckles from both chests still pressed against me.

“Sorry if we woke you up,” Garrett murmured against my hair, his fingertips feathering over my clit.

“No you’re not.” I lifted my leg, tossing it over Wyatt’s waist, baring myself to both of their wandering hands.

“Haley.” Wyatt nosed along my cheek bone, down toward my lips, and I tilted my head back to meet him.

Soft and gentle, he teased my mouth with his, same as his fingers ghosted over the hole I’d promised him.

My core spasmed at the thought of being stuffed full of dick, and I opened to Wyatt’s flickering tongue. He sank into my mouth with a groan. Middle of the night breath, sweeter than should be legal, filled my nose as Wyatt blew my ever loving mind with his sensual kiss. He stroked between my lips as Garrett’s fingers probed deep into my slick core.

I reached back and grabbed hold of Garrett’s head, and he rutted against the back of Wyatt’s hand still teasing my asshole.

Wyatt’s hard length pressed against my leg, but he began moving in time with his tongue, smearing pre-cum close to the junction of my thighs.

Breathing heavily in my ear, Garrett slipped his fingers from my pussy.

I moaned a complaint against Wyatt’s mouth, but the thick head of Wyatt’s length rubbed over my lower lips with intentional strokes.

Garrett’s doing, I realized as Wyatt stuttered for breath and Garrett’s knuckles brushed over my inner leg.

My koala knew exactly what I wanted—and how.

So. Fucking. Hot.

A shudder ripped through me, and I grasped at Wyatt’s shoulder. “Please,” I whispered on his lips.

He pulled away from my mouth completely as Garrett continued to tease me with the thick head of Wyatt’s dick. “Bare?”

“Remember what I told you the first time we discussed sex?” I murmured, trying to see his eyes in the darkness. No such fucking luck, goddamnit.

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