Page 112 of Finding Their Place

Fuck.

“Hurry up, Garrett!” I hollered. “I need your dick again!”

His laughter spread a grin over my face, and I held out my cum-soaked fingers to him when he filled my bedroom doorway, beckoning with that gimme motion.

He sucked my fingers clean, then gave me what I wanted until we both passed the fuck out from exhaustion.

37

Wyatt

River stood close to six feet, a willowy woman with perfect curves and stunning, feminine beauty. Even without a stitch of makeup and dressed like a flower child in some billowy dress, she drew heads when she walked into the diner we’d agreed to meet at for breakfast.

Our gazes clashed, and we both grinned like a couple of dorks even though part of my heart lay dead in my chest.

I stood up from the table I’d been wallowing at with a cup of coffee, and she let out a silly squeal, arms opening wide.

She launched herself at me in a clatter of jangled bracelets and hippie-like gauze material, and I held my sister up against my chest, hugging her hard. But she didn’t allow me to enjoy having what I didn’t know I’d been missing wrapped in my arms.

River pulled back as quickly as she’d thrown herself at me, grabbing hold of my scruff-lined jaw. “Let me look at you,” she demanded, her voice as loud as her presence.

Blue eyes, as clear as the summer sky, roamed my face as her grin stayed put. “You’re hotter than me.”

I barked a laugh. “Grow another three inches, put some meat on your bones, and no one would be able to tell us apart.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “Goddamnit, Rowan, I’ve been waiting so long for this moment.” She planted a hard kiss right on my fucking lips and laughed, untangling herself from my body.

I could imagine the stares we got but couldn’t be bothered to glance around.

My little sister, the one person on the planet who shared my DNA, sat mere feet from me. Her presence eased some of my hurt over the lack of communication from either Garrett or Haley. I’d turned my cell off a few minutes earlier, determined to focus on the day ahead, the sister in front of me, and the woman we would face in the near future.

“You’re one hell of a free spirit,” I told River, settling my mind on the now.

“And I’m thinking you need to let loose a bit.”

We both still smiled, our gazes locked even as the waitress came over asking River if she wanted a coffee.

“And waffles,” she and I both tacked on at the same time.

“Bacon?” I asked, one of my eyebrows raising.

“Sausage patties—if you have them,” she added, glancing up at our server.

The waitress murmured they did before ambling away, and once more River and I sat alone.

“So.” She reached over the table, and I gave her my hand.

Our fingers entwined, and I wondered if we’d done the same in our mother’s womb.

River felt like an extension of me, the warmth of her hand bringing tears to my eyes.

“Is it weird to say that I somehow…recognize you?” I asked quietly. “I mean, even if we didn’t look alike, I would know you.”

She squeezed my fingers. “It’s not weird at all, Rowan—can I call you that?”

“You can call me whatever the hell you want, little sister.”

A twinkle lit in her eye. “What if I’m the older one?”

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