Page 38 of Finding Their Place

I slipped from my chair and ambled toward the dance floor, the scent of liquor, cologne, and sweat filling my nose. Music throbbed in my ears, the flashing lights making for a slow-motion effect over the swaying dancers.

I spotted what I was looking for within seconds. On the smaller side, effeminate, a definite bottom if how he moved like he wanted a thick dick up his ass was any indication.

One rub of my groin against his backside, a deep command against his ear for him to dance with me, and he melted against my chest like I’d hoped for.

Unlike Alec, I kept my lips to myself, my hands above the boy’s belt—but I moved with him like he writhed beneath me, begging me to fuck him deeper. Harder. My ex hadn’t ever allowed me control, hadn’t once given me the option to be more than his willing hole.

I showed Alec who I truly was beneath dizzying strobe lights and thumping bass. Versatile, more than capable of topping. Not at all submissive like I’d been with him. I portrayed my inner confidence he’d never seen before, moving the boy beneath my hands exactly how I wanted him.

And I felt fucking glorious, getting off over how Alec stared, his smirk long gone. But I didn’t allow any satisfaction to grow on my face, didn’t feel the desire to let him know I cared what he thought.

Because I didn’t give a rat’s ass if Alec was jealous.

The fuck am I doing?

I pulled away from the twink who’d been putty in my hold. Caressed of his ass with a gentle squeeze and once more spoke in his ear—thanking him for the dance.

Turning away, I headed toward the exit, done.

With hookups.

With Alec.

With the emotions he used to rouse inside me.

My heart went light as I stepped outside into the night, and I breathed easier than I had in months.

But that feeling faded as I pulled out my cell to call an Uber.

Another hour had passed, but surely Haley and Wyatt were still in her bedroom—if they’d even made it there to begin with.

Fuck knew if I’d gotten either of them in my bed, I wouldn’t let them out until morning.

Scrubbing a hand down over my face, I warred with my mind. Find another bar to hide away in or be a selfish dick and head home where I might get a chance to hear Haley come from something more than her dildos and vibrators?

My dick thickened.

“And there’s my fucking answer,” I muttered to myself. “Shit.”

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Haley

I felt a little guilty over nudging Wyatt toward the sexual realm of our getting to know one another. We’d agreed to not go there so quickly, but goddamnit, the man was too fine for his own good.

And mine.

He’d proven to be damn near perfect, and even if I’d learned over dinner that he’d put a face on in order to manipulate me into bed, I would have gone there willingly because he was just too delicious to say no to.

Never had I felt drawn to a guy in such a way, with strong emotions to the point I wondered if I’d gotten knocked upside the head.

He was downright beautiful. Tender and kind. No walls blocked me from seeing through his eyes—even if I wondered over possible fears of abandonment after learning what he had that day. Any grown ass man would call into question their identity after finding out his adoptive parents had lied to him.

If anyone understood the effects of being lied to, it was me.

And my heart ached for Wyatt even as my body did for his.

I hadn’t been able to control myself and had gotten him off while he drove his sexy Corvette across town. The noises he’d made, the force of his ejaculate hitting the back of my throat, had only intensified my lust for release.

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