Page 89 of Finding Their Place

“Confronting her will give you closure.” Garrett spoke as if he’d heard the thoughts in my head.

I didn’t want a goddamn thing to do with the crackhead who’d given birth to River and me—but I needed to know why she’d abandoned us. Even though my sister didn’t seem to care one way or the other, having answers would be healing for her too.

“Thanks for this,” I murmured, my cheek still against his warm skin that smelled like me. The angle of our hug kept our groins away from one another, thank fuck, because being near to him, having his arms around me, thickened me to the point of pain regardless of the shit Higgins had just dropped on me.

“You’re my newest best friend,” Garrett said with a light chuckle, the first I’d heard from his lips since he’d moved in with his meager belongings. “Not much I wouldn’t do for you.”

There were a million and one things I would have loved to ask him for, but shit needed settling first.

I pulled away from his warmth when I’d rather have dived in deeper. Closer. “Call Haley.”

He had yet to reach out to her since nothing he could say would earn him forgiveness.

Garrett settled back into the couch but didn’t put distance between us. “And if she doesn’t want to talk to me?”

“Then it’ll be my turn to hold you.”

29

Garrett

Wyatt’s statement came out with a little more suggestion in his tone than I think he intended. Or maybe I was hearing what I wanted rather than the truth. There was no denying the desire between us, a potent craving to console each other’s hurting hearts with aching dicks.

My hands shook while I swiped my cell to life, and the second I lifted the ringing phone to my ear, Wyatt grabbed my free hand. My groin woke the fuck up even though anxiety quivered my insides.

His direction over the previous couple of days had led me down a new path, one I thoroughly enjoyed and hoped to travel for a long time to come. Hopefully, his nudge to reach out to Haley would result in more positive results.

I closed my eyes and tried to slow my breathing, every shrill ring in my ear jolting adrenaline through me.

Haley didn’t answer.

“Hey,” I started to leave a voicemail, scrambling for things to say. “I’m…um…just calling to check in on you. See if you’re okay. I’m at Wyatt’s.” A grimace twisted my face as I swallowed hard. “Yeah. He already told you. Anyway, um… I fucked up, and I’m sorry, Hal. I know I don’t deserve it, but I hope someday you’ll forgive me. Maybe even give me another chance to show you I can be a better friend. I miss you. Miss you telling me to go suck a dick. Miss your cuddles and laughter.”

Having run out of steam, I hung up and dropped my phone. “She’s not working, so she would have answered if she wanted to talk to me.” I rubbed my hands over my face, cursing. “Lily and her men took off yesterday for some resort in Mexico for a couple weeks, so she’s not with her and too busy to answer either.”

“My turn then.” Wyatt manhandled me, pulling me sideways onto his lap.

And I koala-ed the fuck out of the man when he wrapped his arms around me. Throat tight, I clung to the hard muscles on his back, my face against his neck. We fit together too fucking well for being similar in height and build.

The scent of his soap smelled different on his skin than mine—ten times more delicious. Intoxicating. Ball-tingling, mouthwatering…

Fuck.

My dick thickened, but I stayed put, soaking in the comfort he offered.

“I’m trying really…er…hard to keep this shit platonic, but yeah.” Wyatt shifted, his erection brushing against my thigh. “Sorry.”

Lust raced over my skin, and my brain stem went on autopilot, lifting my body and resettling on to his lap.

Straddled.

Groins pressed tight.

Wyatt’s hands found my ass at the same time I wrapped mine around his neck.

Our gazes clashed as heat, searing and consuming, flickered between us.

We both rocked into each other as though of the same mind, lips parting to whisper—or suck in oxygen to suddenly starved lungs.

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