Page 37 of Finding Their Place

I kind of wanted to not just be in Wyatt’s shoes, I realized in that moment, but Haley’s as well.

I enjoyed the male body too damn much, the roughened hands and the lack of restraint I could allow myself when in bed with another man to say no to dick for the rest of my life.

Maybe I needed to get onto that damn app Haley and Wyatt had met on.

Missing Link—all things poly for those who loved a bit of kink.

Perfection for a bi guy like myself. Dick and pussy. Me in the middle having both or my length shoving into a guy’s ass while he filled the woman beneath him.

Both fantasies made me hard—but it was Wyatt and Haley there with me in my mind.

I groaned, tipping my head onto the table I occupied by myself. Shit, I was a goddamn mess.

If only I’d been honest with Haley from the start—

No. She’d have denied me the second bedroom in her apartment, and I never would have found my best friend in the whole fucking world.

I would take what I could when it came to her, any scraps she offered me… How much of a perv would I be if I did listen in on her fucking another guy?

My dick twitched at the idea, and I sat back, my feet itching to walk out the door and head home—

Alec.

My pulse jackknifed.

“Shit.” I stared at the dance floor, watching my ex grind all over the backside of a cute twink half his size.

The fuck was he doing at Jackson’s Hole? Alec never went out of his upper-class neighborhood, never fraternized with those below his pay grade. Except he had with me because I’d been his kryptonite—his exact words on our third date, the night he’d begged me to move in with him.

It had been my mouth, my ability to swallow down a dick without gagging that had snagged his heart, I didn’t doubt. My personality and nurturing spirit had jack shit to do with why he’d wanted me in his bed.

Perhaps it was the cute as hell twink shoving Alec’s hand all over his dick while they danced together that had drawn him south of the Hills where he’d refused to hang out before. Maybe the kid could take dick like a champ too.

My guts churned as I glowered at the two of them practically fucking on the dance floor.

Alec had been there for a while, I realized. Sweat plastered the longer hair atop his head to his forehead, making the blond strands appear almost brown. His wide shoulders dwarfed the guy in front of him, but he managed to latch his mouth onto the twink’s neck.

The boy would be marked, for sure, bruises on his hips and thighs if they ended up fucking.

Of course, Alec would glance my way while I sat vulnerable, frowning from…I had no fucking clue what. There was no allowance of time for me to school my features. Glancing away with a feigned sniff of indifference would be seen as the lie it was.

My anger couldn’t be contained in that brief moment—and I realized it wasn’t jealousy over Alec on some other guy’s ass. Nothing about him turned me on any longer, nor did I want him.

I just yearned to smash his face in like those three assholes had done to me while Sindy had watched with laughter on her lips and lust in her eyes.

Psychotic cunt and her douchebag asshole of a brother.

Losers. Both of them.

A smirk curled Alec’s lips, and he turned the twink, arms wrapping around his slender body. The ass grind turned into a frotting fest, and he watched me with a calculated gaze, that goddamn smile on his lips like he read my mind.

He thinks I’m jealous.

I held back my barked laugh and reminded myself that while I’d never made it in Hollywood, I was an actor.

A damn good one.

The lines on my face smoothed, and I stared back with the indifference I knew would piss Alec off since it would take the upper hand away from him. Even better would be finding myself someone to fuck with—to see how Alec handled the sight.

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