Page 119 of Finding Their Place

Wyatt let out a shaky exhale and clutched at my ass tighter. “Did you already give yourself to our man?”

“Yes,” I didn’t hesitate to reply, and Wyatt’s low groan fluttered my pulse.

“And you want that with me too?”

“Desperately,” I assured him of the longing in my heart where there was more than room enough for both of them.

Garrett cupped my pussy—and Wyatt slid between his fingers, breaching my body.

“Oh God,” I croaked, fingernails digging into Wyatt’s skin.

He let out a slow hiss while sinking into my core. So hot that sweat broke out on my upper lip. So thick I winced at the sting in my pussy from overuse.

“Okay?” Garrett whispered against my ear, gently rubbing my clit he’d taken to beyond sensitive the day before.

“Mmm.” I pressed my lips tight, thankful as fuck Wyatt held still inside me, allowing me to adjust. “Want you too,” I told Garrett, reaching back for his hair again.

“No fucking way you can take us both, Hal. I used you too damn hard yesterday.”

“Not my pussy. In my ass.”

“Oh fuck.” Garrett groaned the word out, his forehead hitting my shoulder.

“Lube up,” Wyatt told him, his cock still too thick and throbbing deep in my core. “Give our girl what she wants.”

My throat went tight at his possessive, commanding words. Nothing had ever sounded so right or settled peace inside my heart so much.

Garrett rolled away, and cool air licked over my back, but he returned seconds later. At the snap of a cap, I shivered even though fire seared my insides. He kissed my shoulder, moving in closer. Wet fingers traced over my hole.

“You sure?” Garrett murmured against my skin.

“Give it to me.”

“Goddamnit do I love when you two get bossy.” He dipped his slick fingertip into my ass.

“More,” I demanded, bearing down enough that he pushed all the way in to his knuckle.

Wyatt cursed, his dick jerking inside me where he hadn’t made a single move to fuck me.

“Wait until it’s his cock.” I moaned at Wyatt as Garrett felt around inside me.

“Garrett,” Wyatt warned, his voice nothing more than a low rasp.

“Gotta get her ready.” Garrett stroked a few times while I shivered, and Wyatt cursed.

Another finger slid in, and the scissoring began.

“Move,” Garrett said, and Wyatt shifted out a mere inch and gently thrust back in.

Fucking stars exploded behind my eyelids. “Shit.” I swallowed hard and groaned, my nerve endings lighting up. “If you don’t put your dick inside me right now, Garrett Moore—”

Three fingers.

“Oh fuck.” I tipped my forehead to Wyatt’s chest and panted, every slow glide of his thick cock in and out of my slick pussy heightening my pulse and the readiness for release. “Garrett—please. Fucking hell, I need you.”

My asshole gaped at the sudden loss of his fingers, and I gasped.

“Easy,” he said, his mouth once more on my shoulder. “Let me in, baby.”

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