Page 99 of Finding Their Place

I sucked on his tongue, swallowed his groans, ate at his mouth like he was the life-giving force because he lit me the fuck up.

Sweat and pre-cum smeared between our stomachs. His fingertips dug into the muscles on my back, and his heels clutched at my ass.

I snaked a hand beneath his back to clutch at his shoulder and tangled my other fingers in the hair atop his head.

And still, I couldn’t get close enough.

Deep enough.

He came without warning, untouched, coating our abs with hot spurts of cum, his tight ass strangling my dick with steady pulses.

I tore my mouth off his as he grunted his release. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I choked out, lifting to watch the last of his spunk dribble from his slit.

I drove into him once, twice more, and erupted, my back arching as I tried to split him in half.

“Fuck, Wyatt… God.” I convulsed with every jet of spunk into the condom, wishing I painted his insides.

My body collapsed, spent.

We both sucked oxygen, our hearts pounding between our tightly pressed chests.

Wyatt lazed his fingertips up my back, his heels sliding down to hook behind my knees. “That was…”

I couldn’t find the words either, simply closed my eyes and soaked in the euphoric sense of rightness. Contentment.

But as our bodies cooled and pulses slowed, that creeping remorse over Haley eased its way back into my mind, and I let out a heavy exhale.

“Okay?” Wyatt asked, his voice nothing more than a rumble and caress of hot air against my cheek.

“I miss her,” I murmured, eyelids clenched tight.

“Me too. So goddamn much.”

Silence once more settled, and I took the comfort he offered while allowing myself to feel beyond our connection. Heartache still hovered along with the guilt, but I didn’t wallow in either.

Haley held control over both our futures, and while I feared I had lost her for eternity, I clung to the hope she would remember all we’d shared, all we’d had.

But given a second chance with her, would I go back without Wyatt?

A few days earlier, before I’d gotten to know the man, it wouldn’t have even been a question.

But now…

I kissed his neck, shifting to pull my spent cock from his hot clasp.

He hissed as I slid free, and I lifted enough to study his face.

Crystalline blue eyes, no longer darkened by lust peered up at me. Longing still rested in those depths, the same tug, that magnetic pull I’d felt since the first time I’d seen him.

But now, I realized, finishing my thought, I was deeply invested in him too.

I leaned down and brushed my lips over his, not sure if giving into our lust had made things better…or worse.

The dam between us had been torn down, and the flood of mutual desire ran over, swamping everything in its path.

We spent the weekend in Wyatt’s bed, taking turns memorizing each other’s bodies, kissing, licking, and sucking—well, I did more of the latter. Twice more, he offered up his hot ass, and I drilled him until we both erupted and ended up dead to the world Sunday night.

Monday morning, I woke to his mouth around my dick and rolled onto my knees the second he popped off, leaving me leaking and aching.

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