Page 6 of Finding Their Place

I totally had.

“I need dick,” Haley muttered.

Fuuuck.

I damn near choked over the offer of my own wanting to spew from my lips.

“How long can a woman go without it before losing her damn mind?” she asked, staring at the TV.

“Eight months?” I suggested, barely able to keep from chuckling.

“Brat.” She hit me again, and I let out my amusement.

“If you need to get laid that bad, then do something about it,” I stated even though it killed me to suggest she go fuck some random asshole who might end up taking my best friend away from me.

“Lily found the loves of her life on Missing Link. Maybe I ought to give that a try.”

“Isn’t that app for poly relationships?”

“Yeah. So?”

I chewed on my gum for a few seconds, hating how quickly the sugary content dissipated and the pleasure of it on my tongue turned into a workout for my jaw. “It’s tough enough finding one person. Imagine looking for two?”

“My usual sites haven’t suggested anything worth a shit, and Missing Link panned out for Lily.”

“And she’s one lucky bitch.” I spoke the truth, recalling her two gorgeous lovers.

“There are singles on there. I saw hundreds when I was helping Lily search through matches. Who knows?” Haley shrugged and scooted from beneath my head to get off the couch. She stood right in front of me, the hem of her long sleep shirt inches from my face that now lay on the cushion rather than on her warmth. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and find two of my own.”

My mouth watered over the creamy skin of her inner thighs and the shadow beneath her T-shirt. I’d snooped in her drawers a time or ten and knew her panties preference.

Silk.

In a rainbow of colors.

I rolled onto my belly to hide my once more thickening dick.

“Want anything?” she asked, still standing right in front of my face.

Fuck, did I ever. You, I wanted to say. For us to get our shit together and figure out where we belonged in life. I swallowed hard. “Another lollipop?”

“You’re going to rot your teeth out,” Haley muttered and finally left, allowing me to breathe.

Talking my hard-on down, I grabbed the remote off the coffee table and flicked through the channels a bit.

“Nothing.” I clicked.

“Nothing.” I pressed the up button again.

Robert Downey Junior stood in all his shirtless glory, perking me right the fuck up. “Ooo! Iron Man!”

“Move it.” Haley tapped my foot, and I pushed to sit up.

As with every movie night, I sprawled into the corner of the couch and welcomed her with open arms.

New lollipop on my tongue, I snuggled Haley against my side. “He’s so fucking fine.” I was the first to state what we’d both agreed on countless times before.

“Mmm.” She sipped her wine, the low moan radiating like electricity over my skin.

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