Page 75 of Finding Their Place

Wyatt slammed into me, his fingertips closing over my clit.

Strangled denials leaked from my lungs but couldn’t make it into the air. I didn’t want to lose myself to the climax of the century until Garrett did. I needed to see his face, watch him come undone.

For me.

“Mmm.” I whined around my mouthful of dick as Wyatt began rubbing over my clit with a firm, circular motion. “Hmmhmm!” I begged Garrett with my eyes, pleaded for him to give it to me.

“Tell me you’re close, Garrett,” Wyatt’s husky voice floated over my ears, “‘cause I can’t hold back. She’s too tight…too hot. Fuck.”

“So fucking close.” Garrett groaned his agreement. “Can I—”

I wrapped my lips around him tight as I could and sucked.

Wyatt pinched my clit and slammed in deep. “Oh fuck…Haley.” His dick jerked inside me, and I panted through my nostrils, holding on, clinging to the edge…fucking hell it hurt…

Garrett.

Wyatt’s sharp thrusts hit my cervix, and his groans while coming were heady and sexy as hell.

“Fuck, Hal…Jesus, your mouth…fuck.” A muscle ticked in Garrett’s jaw, his eyes glazed over—and he erupted with a deep groan, flooding my mouth with hot spurts.

I released my hold on my own climax, swallowing his cum rather than shrieking my release as the two men throbbed inside my body.

“Fuck.” Garrett grunted as another spurt hit my tonsils. “Christ.” Another and another—I swallowed it all down, enraptured by the look of wonder, of complete euphoria, on his gorgeous face as the three of us fell together.

The same goddamn feels in his eyes rushed through me, robbing me of breath.

“Hal.” Garrett croaked my name as one last shudder rippled over him, and he backed away, leaving me gasping. “Goddamn.”

Wyatt eased from my body and slid onto his side, taking me with him, pulling Garrett’s palms from my face. One of Wyatt’s hands cupped a possessive hold over my pussy, the other rubbing up and down my thigh.

Garrett had slouched to sit on his heels, his cock spent and resting on the bed between his thighs.

I slid my gaze over his heaving chest, his rounded shoulders, while coming down from the most glorious high ever.

Our gazes caught, tingles racing through my blood stream.

No disgust shone in his eyes. He still appeared stunned, as drunk off his climax as I felt. Would he let me snuggle him after the line we’d crossed?

“Come here,” I whispered, holding out a shaking hand, my chest tight.

Garrett snuggled in against my front like we often did on the couch, his face tucked into my neck, and I released a heavy sigh, my eyelids fluttering shut. He didn’t keep his groin away from me but pressed in close, the damp flesh of his cock against my thigh as though he recognized we belonged together.

Wyatt’s heat against my back seeped through my core, meeting Garrett’s in the middle—a perfect fucking fit.

The three of us lay in silence, and I let myself float, completely relaxed.

Fully sated.

Incandescently happy.

Sure, a shit ton of words needed to be said, but I didn’t have the energy.

It could wait.

Snuggles couldn’t.

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