Page 110 of Finding Their Place

“Mmm.”

I lifted my hips when he pushed back in, both of us panting moans at the delicious friction.

Nothing lay between us. No walls. No barriers. No secrets—not even in our eyes. Raw need darkened his, and I remained vulnerable, allowing all my emotions, my feelings for him to pour from mine.

Love wasn’t an adequate description for what tied us together as he slowly rocked in and out of my body. I felt like pieces of our souls fused in a bond as tight as our friendship had been.

“Hal,” he croaked my name and twined his fingers through my hair, tipping my head back.

At the brush of his lips over mine, my pussy pulsed around his length. He groaned, and our tongues met in a slow fuck, moving in time with our writhing bodies.

The outward expression of our love was a long time in coming, and we both relished in the gyrations of our entwined bodies. His low moans, more breath than tone every time he pushed into my body, ramped up the need coiling in my belly.

I could come just from the noises he made, the delicious rumble in his chest, the shuddered exhales, and the muttered curses.

My toes tingled, the promise of a sure climax.

And neither of us touched my clit.

Euphoria rippled from where he filled me, and I cried out, clinging to his body, wishing Wyatt’s lay beneath me, his arms wrapped around us both.

Garrett pulled his head back and caught my gaze, watching—drinking me in—as I fell apart beneath him.

“My God, Hal…you’re so goddamn beautiful.” He continued to stroke in and out of me with slow, slick glides, unhurried in carrying me through my climax. “Love you so fucking much it hurts.”

I shuddered, completely wrecked, and he took my mouth.

At the first harsh thrust of his hips, I cried out, tingles of sweet pain from where he rammed into my cervix, arching my spine.

“Mmm,” he moaned into my mouth and thrust again, driving my back over the mattress.

Every snap of his hips caught my breath and released a gasped groan from his lips devouring mine.

So. Fucking. Hot.

I came again, my entire body clenching up tight.

“Hal.” He choked my name, and a burst of heat exploded inside me. “Oh fuck.” Garrett grunted.

Our gazes latched as we fell together.

Madly. Deliciously. Soul-shattering bliss.

Tears slid over my cheeks when reality returned through the ringing in my ears. Our foreheads rested together. We shared breath. Sweat and heat lay between us. Wetness leaked around his semi still buried inside me, dripping down my ass crack and onto the bed.

I couldn’t move, didn’t want to break the connection between us.

Our hearts beat in time, slowing together.

Garrett let out a groan and shifted downward, pulling his cock from my body. Cum slid out in his absence, and I whimpered at the loss of him inside me.

He kissed my lips. My chin. My collarbone.

Then he lay his head on my chest, his hot breath wafting over my left, oversensitive nipple.

I speared my fingers into his hair, scratching his scalp in the way he loved, and he let out a heavy sigh.

I’d never felt so satisfied, so filled.

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