Page 91 of Finding Their Place

Wyatt chuckled lightly and grabbed hold of my chin to keep me still. Sated baby blues met my eyes. “The fuck, Garrett?”

“I could suck on your tongue for hours,” I breathed the truth out on a groan.

“Fuck.” Wyatt squeezed my ass cheek he still clutched. “You’re going to make me hard again.”

“Good. I’ll have something else to suck on.”

Wyatt growled, leaned in, and bit my lower lip.

Fucking bit me.

My dick wanted another round. “Wyatt…”

He tipped our foreheads together again. “Haley told me you had an oral fixation, but goddamn.”

At her name, I went completely still.

What the fuck had I done? Wyatt had been Haley’s first…and I’d climbed aboard the fuck train without a second thought. It didn’t feel like a mistake, but fuck if I could tell my conscience that.

I pulled away from his hold.

“Fuck,” I muttered as drying cum and stickiness attempting to keep us together.

Wyatt chuckled again. “We’re a goddamn mess. You smeared spunk all the fuck over me…even on my neck. Shit.” He outright laughed, and my insides fluttered through the guilt.

Had I made another mistake? Let Haley down?

My stomach felt like a rock.

“Where are you going?”

I hadn’t moved beyond shifting so spunk no longer stuck us together. “N-nowhere.”

“Up here, baby.” Wyatt tapped my temple, and I closed my eyes against his inquisitive stare.

Baby. Fuck, did I enjoy hearing that word on his lips.

“I’m fucking everything up. You’re Haley’s—not mine. She was with you first, and here I am salivating after you. I smeared my cum all over you like a goddamn caveman and yet I’m ready to be your bitch, roll over, and obey your every command. What kind of fucking friend am I?”

“Haley and I don’t have an understanding, Garrett.” He once more held my chin, making me feel young and controllable.

Something I shouldn’t have loved—but did.

Fuck knew I only ever managed to mess shit up on my own.

“We never discussed exclusivity.” He studied me with that same vulnerable look we’d shared after learning about each other’s adoptions. Warmth spread into my limbs and back again, settling in my chest, easing the ache from missing my Hal.

“Yes, I wanted to pursue what she and I had started, but she cut me off,” Wyatt continued when I couldn’t find my voice. “Cut you off. Things are up in the air, and we have no direction, but that’s not going to stop me from touching you. Tasting you. Having you if she wants to rob herself of everything we desire to give her.”

His words made sense but didn’t stop the grief in my heart over our actions. The choices I’d made—the goddamn mistake—had caused me to lose her. Possibly forever.

“Shower?” I strangled out the suggestion, needing to escape the heaviness, the heartache for a while.

“Yeah. You made a mess out of me.”

If Haley hadn’t been in the picture, I’d have made a joke about using my tongue to clean him up then sucking him until he made another mess, but I kept my lips closed—and my tongue to myself.

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