Page 61 of Finding Their Place

A ding sounded from back the hallway, alerting me to his text.

“Think about it,” he repeated, and I fucking knew he meant more than the job.

“I will,” I agreed—but only to the job offer, not the other shit because I was a selfish son of a bitch and couldn’t lose what she and I had.

“Get some sleep.” Wyatt glanced down at my tented shorts. “After you take care of that gorgeous hard-on.”

Heat flushed through me, and he chuckled over my face going red.

“Asshole,” I muttered.

“Masochist.”

Chin lifted, I stared him down.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” Wyatt pushed.

He wasn’t wrong on that point.

The door snicked shut behind him, and I exhaled until I sagged. Fucking hell did that man twist my mind and body.

When I finally fucked my fist, it wasn’t just to thoughts of Haley like usual. Wyatt was there with us. Fucking her. Fucking me—while I sucked on her pussy.

Stripes of white lay over my contracted abs and heaving chest, and still I ached. I’d had one hell of a fantasy jerk-off session, but it didn’t satisfy what I craved more than the act itself.

Intimacy.

Connection.

Passion.

Things I’d craved with one woman for months…but a newfound desire had lit inside me.

I wanted Wyatt too. Lusted for his hard body and more of the tying together of minds I’d felt earlier that night when we’d both allowed ourselves to be vulnerable. While I hardly knew the man, I felt like my soul had found a missing link…a piece that fit with mine.

Hal was my fantasy Cinderella—but I wouldn’t mind a Prince Charming as well.

Especially one who had his shit together and would help me traverse through life, seeing as how I had zero direction.

Sleep was a long time in coming as my mind warred over what I needed to do rather than what I wanted.

And in the morning, Haley kept that war going on.

She wrapped her arms around me from behind, her sleep-warmed cheek against my bare back as I stood waiting for the coffeepot to finish.

I slid my fingers through hers atop my abs, squeezing, thankful I’d emptied my balls before getting out of bed.

“Morning,” she whispered with her husky half-asleep tone. If I hadn’t recently given myself relief, it would have turned me on like a goddamn light switch. Still, tingles raced through my groin.

I grunted a reply as usual, grabbing mugs from the cabinet overhead.

“Did we keep you up last night?”

I barely bit back my snort. “I put the pillow over my head.”

Liar.

My jaw clenched, and I untangled my fingers from hers to pour our coffee.

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