Page 43 of Finding Their Place

Garrett. The roommate.

And he bent at the waist while searching for something inside.

I enjoyed getting dicked down by men on occasion, but in that moment I couldn’t tear my focus off the sight of his backside. I’d just had the cutest ass in my hands, but his?

Meaty. Firm-looking. I imagined sliding my dick between those round cheeks I could grip without fear of bruising while he pleasured Haley.

Fuuuck.

The man was gay and wouldn’t ever feast on a pussy, but I’d bet my life he’d get on his knees for cock.

He straightened, allowing me a quick glimpse of a muscled back and wide shoulders.

I slipped back the way I’d come before he turned and saw me naked, sporting a chub from staring at him.

Haley had claimed Garrett was perfect, and from what I’d seen of his backside, I had to agree. But he was also off-limits since I’d set on making something of what Haley and I had found, and the only type of man who would be joining us needed to appreciate the female form as much as he did a man’s.

Quietly shutting myself into Haley’s bedroom, I found her unmoved. Still sated and lax. The thought I’d done that to her made me grin—but the night wasn’t over, and I still owed her a few orgasms.

Without a word, I crawled back onto the bed and shifted one of her knees higher to reveal her pink folds to gently wipe her clean. Taking care of her fulfilled me almost as much as hearing her come. That need to care for someone, to lavish attention on them purred inside me with every stroke of the towel over her flesh.

“You’re too good to be true,” she murmured into her pillow, and I huffed a laugh.

“Hardly.”

“Stay,” she said when I rolled to toss the washcloth to the floor.

“Planned on it,” I said, stretching out alongside her body and pulling her into my arms where she fit so damn perfectly that my chest ached.

She pressed in close, eyes closed, her nose brushing mine as I rubbed over her back with soothing strokes.

“Garrett’s home,” I told her rather than spewing out my undying love that was way too soon to be real.

Because, yeah. I was falling fast and too damn hard than was healthy.

“Did he say hi or just salivate over your gorgeous, naked body?” She didn’t sound one bit jealous—another check mark on that pro list in my head.

“He was looking for something in the fridge, so I snuck back here without letting him know I was there.”

“Was he still in his jeans and a tight T-shirt that showed off his muscular back?” Longing laced her words, so I decided to be honest too and swallowed down the drool flooding my mouth over the memory of his ass.

“Sweats.” A hint of a groan escaped with the word.

Haley pulled her face back, a calculated glint in her whiskey-colored eyes that stilled my massaging touch along her spine. “Fine as fuck, isn’t he?”

“His backside interested my dick,” I stated the truth to see how she would react. No way in hell she didn’t feel that evidence for herself where my chub thickened against her thigh.

“Hmm.” She wiggled against me.

Both our smirks disappeared, and the desire in her steady, unshuttered gaze roused all sorts of shit in my head. Thoughts of more. Greediness. Happily ever afters.

“What’s on your mind, Haley?” I asked, tucking some of her wild mane behind her ear.

“I’m thinking about that second guy we discussed—and don’t go getting all insecure, either.”

“I’m not.” I grinned, but my smile faded a bit when the truth of Garrett’s sexual identity slid back into my head.

“So.” Haley threaded her fingers though my hair, that glint back in her eyes. “Would it be a Haley sandwich, or would you prefer being in the middle?”

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