Page 126 of Finding Their Place

Mine.

Both of them.

A shudder ripped through me, and as Haley went to slide off my torso, I pulled her up to my mouth. Her tongue tasted like salt and bitterness with a hint of her sweetness beneath, and I stroked deeper, seeking out more.

Still impaled, Garrett sank over us, his lips finding my neck.

We were a cocoon of warmth, sweat, and rightness.

I’d found my place, and nothing and no one would make me leave them again.

I considered the smallness of her shower, her bed. While I felt it was too soon to invite the two of them to move in with me, I decided to be selfish for once. I was going to make what I yearned for happen for a change. I wanted them with me all the time, and since they stated they needed me to help guide their messy lives, I was going to take the reins.

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Haley

The scent of coffee filled my lungs, and I breathed deeply, starting to stretch.

“Ow.” I grimaced at the sting between my thighs, the day and night before flooding my head with delicious memories.

So. Fucking. Worth it.

A wide grin replaced the pinched expression on my lips, and I relished in the sweet ache.

A low murmur of voices made me crack my eyelids open, and I realized I was the only one in my bed. One more languid stretch and I rolled off the mattress.

Wyatt’s T-shirt lay on the floor, and I snatched it up, filling my lungs with his scent as it settled over my head and fell to mid-thigh. Tingles spread through my core, and I bit back a smirk.

There was no way I was taking a dick again anytime soon—in either hole.

I padded on silent feet down the hallway, pulling up short in the kitchen doorway.

Garrett leaned against the counter beside the coffeepot, Wyatt plastered to his front. Their mouths fused, and Garrett had a firm hold on Wyatt’s backside. Both wore lounge pants low on their gyrating hips.

Heavy breaths.

Panted moans.

And coffee finishing its perking…

Warmth and arousal rushed through me, and I grinned like an idiot. A kid in a damn candy store.

I moved closer because coffee.

Wyatt stood with his back to me, and I grabbed hold of his ass alongside Garrett’s hand, squeezing while reaching for the cabinet beside them for a mug.

Their mouths tore apart.

“Don’t stop on account of me,” I murmured. Hot dark and blue eyes both flashed over my face, and my grin widened. “Please continue.”

Wyatt sank to his knees, taking Garrett’s sweats to the floor with him, and my hand trembled while pouring myself a cup of coffee.

Garrett gripped the counter at his sides, and I held his gaze until he groaned and swallowed hard. Both of us looked down, and lust shot through my pussy at the sight of Wyatt’s nose pressed against Garrett’s groin, his mouth full of cock.

“My god.” I croaked the words and shuffled backward for the table, my mug clutched in my hands.

My men were so damn beautiful, and I sank into a chair to enjoy the show.

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