Page 67 of Finding Their Place

I prepped myself inside and out, just in case Wyatt did end up taking me in the way we’d teased each other about. I’d had dicks up my backside a few times, and while I found it enjoyable, it felt best when another sank deep inside my pussy too.

The thought of having both men made for one slick mess between my thighs, but I didn’t masturbate. When I came—be it around Wyatt, Garrett, or both, I wanted the climax to rob me of sanity.

I edged myself for a few extra minutes beneath the hot spray to ensure I eventually went off like a rocket ship blasting into oblivion.

Garrett laid on the couch, hugging a pillow rather than me when I finally went out to the living room. I’d warned him Wyatt was coming over, and he’d simply nodded before getting comfortable.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” I asked him for at least the fourth time since I’d hung up the phone with Wyatt.

“You know I don’t. As long as he treats you good and you give me plenty of warning before kicking my ass out of this apartment…”

Frowning, I took the pillow from him, stretched out on the couch in front of him, and snuggled into his warmth, my face on his bare chest.

Why the hell I tormented myself, I didn’t know.

He smelled divine, like the deep forest and dappled sunlight, and the feel of his hard arms tugging me closer dampened the panties I’d tugged on minutes earlier. Heat rushed over my skin, and a shuddered sigh shook through me.

I wanted to press in closer, feel his groin against mine, but didn’t want the disappointment. Keeping our bodies apart from the waist down would be best, unfortunately.

His lips brushed against my wet hair. “Okay?” he asked, his low tone rumbling beneath my ear along with his heart that thrummed faster than normal.

Was he looking forward to Wyatt coming over? I knew the sexy man turned my roommate on.

“Yeah,” I breathed an answer and bit my lower lip to keep from spilling all the longing and desires I had in my heart.

I’d kissed his mouth on Monday morning without thought. It had seemed natural, instinctive, and while there hadn’t been any tongue and our lips were dry, I’d been shocked clear through to my tingling toes.

Thank fuck he’d turned away when he had, or I might have climbed him like a tree and took things way beyond platonic. Which would have sickened him.

Fuck. Why gay? Why not bi?

Garrett rubbed my back absently, his hand low enough that his fingertips brushed the band of my panties beneath my long sleep shirt.

Being with him felt so damn right. Real. Arousing…yet comfortable.

A knock sounded, and both our heartbeats sped up, thumping against each other’s.

I pulled back and met his gaze.

His pupils had swelled, and he had that funny look in his eye again…almost like…he wanted me?

Biting my lower lip, I shifted my hips toward his, brushing against his groin.

Holy fuck, he was hard as hell.

I swallowed audibly, frozen as he let out a slow hiss, his gaze darkening. Garrett didn’t move, didn’t take his focus off my eyes.

“Garrett—”

Wyatt knocked again.

“Answer the door, Hal.” He choked the words out, shifting away, pressing against the back of the couch to get his lower body as far from me as possible.

I forced myself to stand on shaking legs, immediately glancing at the bulge tenting my gay roommate’s sweats.

Is any of that because of me?

I bit my lip to keep from asking.

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