Page 44 of Finding Their Place

I narrowed my gaze and palmed her ass, holding her tight against my groin as the images of both flitted through my mind. Two of us taking her at the same time. Him burying inside my body with a throaty groan while I loved on her…

“Is that your way of asking if I’d let a guy top me?” I murmured.

She smirked and attempted a shrug, her fingernails scratching at my scalp. “Maybe.”

Another laugh left me at her sassiness. “Does the thought of some sexy guy with a divine dick fucking my ass turn you on?”

Haley grabbed my hand off her lower back and shoved it between her thighs. “You tell me.”

Arousal once more coated her folds, and I rubbed my fingertips through her slickness, teasing up over her clit.

“Mmm.” A breathy moan parted her lips, and she gasped when I slid two fingers deep inside her.

“I owe you a few more orgasms.” I ghosted my mouth over hers, wanting to focus on her rather than my fantasies.

“Then you’d best get busy and take care of me.”

Chuckling at the truth of how much I wanted to do just that, I rolled Haley onto her back and shifted my way down her body, kissing and licking.

Feasting—and giving what I’d promised.

15

Garrett

When I arrived at the apartment, I went straight to my bedroom, jaw clenched against the sounds coming from behind Haley’s door that perked my dick right the fuck up. At least their going-ons had taken my mind off all things Alec.

Ignoring the desire to join Haley and her guest without an invite wasn’t easy, but at least they finished fucking while I’d yanked on some sweats over my erection.

Teeth still grinding, I stalked back to the kitchen, needing…something. I’d had too much alcohol, not enough food, and not nearly the amount of loving I was desperate for.

At least I hadn’t stumbled through the hallway from being buzzed, banging against walls and announcing my presence to the two who’d grown quiet behind her bedroom door.

A rifle through the fridge to see what we had left over from meals I’d cooked that week didn’t offer many options. Haley tended to devour whatever I didn’t eat.

The hairs on my nape lifted, and I straightened, unsure if I wanted to turn around or not.

Haley or Wyatt?

Having no clue how much of a hostess she was with her hookups—or otherwise—I didn’t know if she’d offer him water or if he’d come looking for it himself. Had they been aware I’d gotten home?

They must since I’d flicked on the lights.

A glance over my shoulder didn’t give me a glimpse of muscle or flushed skin.

Muttering at myself, I opted for a sandwich since we had the makings for a turkey club.

I sat at the kitchen table, my late-night snack in hand when it started again.

Low, feminine moans had my dick back to aching in a blink.

Hands fisted beside my plate, I stared across the open space at the TV, my mind creating a movie on the black screen.

It was my head clasped tight by her thighs, sucking on her pussy lips and clit while she tried to fuck herself on my face.

“Goddamnit.” I pressed against my dick, silently reminding myself that I couldn’t have Haley, that I would never have the pleasure of her cum on my chin.

But I could get off on listening to her while some other lucky bastard got to have her hands pulling on his hair.

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