Page 47 of Finding Their Place

Grinning and excited to get out of bed for the second time in my life, I hopped off my mattress and grabbed a pair of panties and one of my long sleep shirts.

The scent of coffee hit me when I opened my bedroom door.

Garrett sat on the couch with his back to me, his dark hair a mess my fingers itched to smooth down.

“Morning!” I chirped at him, still smiling like the morning person I definitely was not while grabbing a mug from the cabinet.

He grumbled something under his breath.

On cloud nine, I poured the steaming brew, my mouth watering and belly fluttering. One sip, and I hummed my approval before smacking my lips.

“Thanks for making the coffee,” I said, walking on air while rounding the couch. “You always do a better job than I do.”

A grunt was all he gave for my praise over one of his many talents rather the usual slow smirk that curled my toes.

He didn’t even have a lollipop stick between his lips.

A pang of…something I couldn’t name hit my heart. Far from regret but definitely unpleasant.

Needing him as happy as I was, I sat beside him, curling my legs beneath me.

“Someone didn’t get dick last night,” I teased in the hopes of making him give me shit as usual.

Garrett let out another noise I couldn’t decipher while I sipped again, my smile fading.

I elbowed him, ready to rib him like he always did to me, but he beat me to it. “I was home early enough to hear you getting enough dick for both of us.”

My jaw dropped at his grumpiness and the jealousy in his voice. He actually sounded…mad, like I’d done him wrong. That cloud beneath my feet dissipated completely, and I blinked myself back into the moment, studying his profile.

Slouched shoulders, lowered head. Deep furrow on his forehead and downturned lips.

I hated seeing Garrett like that—couldn’t have it.

“Did you at least get yourself off while listening to us, you kinky bastard?” I asked with a grin, my tone still light to snap him out of whatever bothered him.

“Yep, and it was the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever heard,” he muttered without a hint of happiness or joking in his tone.

Heat rushed through me at the thought of him stroking himself while Wyatt had made me lose my damn mind.

No.

Garrett would have been focused on the noises coming from the man fucking me into my mattress. His deep voice. His harsh curses while finding release inside me.

Arousal coated my panties even though I felt bad for my best friend.

I drank my coffee for something to do, giving myself time to think of what to say next. Telling Garrett he should have joined us wouldn’t go over well since he definitely wasn’t in a teasing mood.

There were other excellent ways of distracting him—Wyatt had assured me that was one of my many talents—but anything I offered would cause Garret’s nose to lift in disgust.

Why did he have to be gay? I asked in my head for the thousandth time since meeting him. Why not bi or at least bi-curious? I would gladly let him experiment on me if he would show just one ounce of interest in the female body.

He released a heavy exhale and tipped his head back, eyes closing, and I opened my mouth to tell him to unload his burdens on me. Again, he beat me to it. “Alec was at the club, and I didn’t sleep last night.”

“Shit.” I frowned too, my happiness over Wyatt flitting away as I focused my thoughts on Garrett’s downtrodden appearance.

Slight shadows beneath his eyes, he did look like he hadn’t gotten any rest.

“Yeah. He was grinding all up on some twink’s ass.”

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