Page 72 of Finding Their Place

“You feel so fucking good, Haley,” Wyatt growled out. He started moving, thrusting upward into her body, intensifying the wet, schlicking sounds of their fucking.

She panted for breath, running her hands up her taut belly toward her tits. My mouth watered to taste her nipples, and my focus caught on her fingers tugging and flicking them. “G-gonna come,” she moaned, her back arching. “Fuck I’m going to come so hard.”

I bit down on my tongue and strangled my dick as her voice broke on a cry.

A shudder ripped through her, and Wyatt murmured something about her being a good girl.

Wind rushed through my ears, and I swallowed repeatedly, staring enraptured as she lost herself in pleasure.

Pink flushed her face. Her eyes glazed over with passion until her eyelids fell shut. Lips parted, she released two more heady cries that made both me and Wyatt groan. Haley was beautiful, but the woman coming all over Wyatt’s cock with shudders and whimpers…a gorgeous goddess. A siren set on devouring my soul. Shattering my mind.

I bit the inside of my lip to keep from erupting along with her—wanted the moment to last for a goddamn eternity. A metallic taste hit my tongue. I’d bitten too hard.

“Fuck, Haley,” I heard myself moan through the ringing in my ears.

Wyatt lifted her off his cock when she came down and flipped them so she was on her belly. He lifted her onto her knees and slid back into her body in one forceful thrust. He and I grunted at the same time.

“Oh fuck…Wyatt…shit you feel so fucking good,” she groaned into the mattress, her back arching like a cat in heat.

He stroked in and out of her, his abs rippling in sexy as fuck movements that shifted my hips along with his even though I didn’t touch either of them.

I fucked my hand while he fucked her pussy, and goddamn what a sight she made.

Chest to the bed, she sprawled as though spent, her hair a riotous maroon mess across white sheets. Pale, curved back, the swell of her hips…Wyatt’s firm grip on her waist.

That fucking torso of his I wanted to mark up with my mouth.

Soft mewling noises left Haley as he continued to move in and out of her body, the scent of her arousal thick and tangy reaching my nose. My mouth watered, and I swallowed repeatedly while thinking about getting my tongue on her—on him.

“Come here,” Wyatt said, his voice low and rumbly.

I pulled my attention from where he fucked into her but couldn’t find it in myself to lift my focus any higher than his parted lips.

“Give me your mouth, Garrett.”

Oh fucking hell.

Haley shifted, turning her head.

Our gazes collided as though seeking out answers. Glazed over, her dark eyes seemed to sink straight into my soul and root around, desperate for truth.

Did she want me to do what he’d said?

She didn’t argue with what he’d demanded of me, but—

“Hal?” I asked, hesitant to cross lines and upset her, but goddamn, the chance to put my mouth on Wyatt…

“Kiss him.”

Fuuuuck.

I pushed up onto my knees, so damn hungry I couldn’t think straight. There were no warning bells in my head once she’d offered me the green light, and there was no hesitancy on my part at her command.

Leaning right the fuck in, I grabbed hold of his neck and slammed my mouth against his. It had been too long since butterflies attacked my insides. Too long since I’d parted my lips to let another man invade my body. Wyatt moved in as though he belonged there.

Mint—

That thought fled as Wyatt obliterated my mind with his tongue stroking inside my mouth in time with his thrusts into my best friend.

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