Page 59 of Finding Their Place

“Yes.” He chuckled and yanked on his boxers and jeans he’d left in the middle of my bedroom floor. “You have to open the shop in the morning, and I want you to sleep. Be right back.”

Huffing an annoyed exhale, I pressed my lips tight, telling myself that his wanting to take care of me meant more than waking up to sleepy kisses in the morning. My eyelids fluttered shut as he left me alone for the bathroom.

Darkness rained down over me—but warm wetness pressed between my legs, jolting my eyelids open.

“Sorry,” Wyatt whispered with a chuckle but went about thoroughly wiping me up with gentle caresses like he’d done the weekend before.

“Holy fuck did you wreck me,” I moaned, batting at his hand when his caretaking went on too damn long. I rolled over onto my belly and smooshed my face into my pillow.

A kiss lingered on the back of my head as my comforter settled over my back. He tucked it tenderly around my shoulders. “I’ll see myself out and call you tomorrow.”

I grunted some sort of agreement but didn’t even hear the bedroom door close before sleep claimed me fully.

20

Garrett

I ignored my stone-like dick and lay on my back, listening to the woman I loved being pleasured by a sex-on-a-stick man. Pre-cum oozed from my slit, but I didn’t bother with that either.

Even though Haley and Wyatt tried to be quiet, my ears strained for every gasp and groan, soaking that shit up like a cactus in the dead of summer. It would have to be enough.

My chest ached but with more than pain, almost…sweet. Sickeningly enjoyable. I guessed that truly made me a masochist.

They quieted. Someone went into the bathroom.

And I needed to move, since I wouldn’t find contentment in jerking off.

Bottles of water sat in the fridge and seemed the best bet to cool my blood.

I stood in front of the appliance, the door open and refrigerated air wafting over my heated skin while I sucked down an iced water until the empty plastic crinkled in my hand. Thinking about Alec helped to deflate the tent in my mesh shorts I’d tugged up before heading to the kitchen.

The hairs on the back of my neck rose, and not from goosebumps.

I grabbed another water, shut the fridge door, and turned.

Sure enough, Wyatt stood at the end of the hallway watching me. I tossed him the cold bottle.

“Did you play hockey or something?” I asked when he caught it without fumbling.

“Lacrosse.”

“Mmm.” I shot the crumpled plastic of my bottle toward the trash can.

“Basketball?” he asked when I hit the mark.

“Yep.”

We eyed one another in silence that grew tenser with each passing tick of the clock above the sink. He’d dressed, shoes and all.

He was leaving, and I wondered if Haley had put up a fight. She had to work early—

“You’re in love with her.” Wyatt didn’t ask a question.

I expected I’d been too damn obvious even though I’d tried to hide my feelings for her. I kept my lips sealed, simply waiting to see what else he had to say on the topic.

He tore his attention off my face to open the water and drink the same as I’d done. My focus fell to his throat as he swallowed down every damn drop, and my tongue salivated to lick his skin.

He probably tasted like Hal…

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