Page 68 of Finding Their Place

“Hal—the door.” Garrett rolled onto his stomach and grabbed the pillow from the floor where I’d tossed it to hug beneath his head.

Holy fucking shit…

My core spasmed. Arousal leaked from my pussy. I couldn’t catch my breath.

Legs trembling, I stumbled through the kitchen. I pulled open the door, and one glance at my face faded the happiness in Wyatt’s eyes into pure predatory need.

I was no actor. He had to see the stark lust wracking my body through my eyes.

He moved into the apartment without a word. Kicked the door shut behind him.

And grabbed me up into his arms, his mouth smashing against mine.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to his back as his hands found my ass cheeks beneath the sleep shirt.

He tasted like mint and home, and my pulse pounded between my ears, same as it did in my core.

“So fucking good,” he whispered against my mouth and stroked his tongue back inside, stealing my thoughts. Everything but the taste of him, how well I fit against his body, faded from my mind.

His lips, his breath, his hunger…God, Wyatt was addictive as hell. I filled my lungs with his exhales, swallowed down the low rumbled groan rising from his chest.

A bubble wrapped around us, a moment of pure perfection and complete comfort—

Someone cleared his throat, and I tore my mouth from Wyatt’s.

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

Our gazes clashed while we panted for breath, our mouths inches from one another.

A quick glance toward the living room let me know Garrett hadn’t sat up to watch. Obviously, we hadn’t been quiet enough though.

I grimaced but couldn’t tear my hands from Wyatt’s back to rub at the sudden pain in my chest.

“Bedroom?” Wyatt asked quietly, and I nibbled my lower lip, torn over what to do.

I couldn’t focus, couldn’t find clarity of what I’d felt, seen in Garrett’s eyes and beneath his shorts. But luscious Wyatt held me in his strong arms, and my body ached for his.

Desire for both swelled inside me, tearing my mind, my heart, in two. How could such equal need exist? Why the fuck couldn’t I choose one over the other?

“Haley?” Wyatt pushed for an answer.

I nodded an agreement at the bedroom suggestion because I couldn’t voice an explanation of what I burned for.

“Garrett,” Wyatt called out in greeting while carrying me toward my room.

“Wyatt,” Garrett replied, his tone still haggard.

Was he jealous of me?

Or Wyatt?

Thoughts flew through my mind like a speeding train, and I couldn’t focus on anything more than the need coursing through every cell of my body.

Static electricity or perhaps dueling lust raised the hairs on my arms as we passed behind the couch toward the hallway. An equal drawing toward both men seemed to rip me in half the more distance Wyatt’s strides took me from Garrett’s presence.

I wanted them both in whatever capacity I could have with a desperation that bordered on madness.

Wyatt tossed me onto my bed and turned to shut the door.

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