Page 70 of Finding Their Place

He blinked. Swallowed—and hopped off that couch so damn fast he stumbled.

Giggles erupted from me, and I couldn’t stop them from the adrenaline rushing through my bloodstream.

“Shut up,” he muttered, rounding the couch—and holding out his hand.

That stopped the noises leaking from my lips.

I met his stare. Longing rested in his eyes, something I’d seen countless times in the past but hadn’t been able to put a name to. Garrett loved me wholeheartedly, but was it more than just friendship?

Could straight for you really be a thing?

Hope welled up inside me so damn fast and pure, my knees trembled.

Sliding my fingers through his, I let him lead me back to the hallway. I traversed the edge of a chasm, its deep reaches hidden from my sight.

But I trusted the hand firmly holding mine—and I trusted the man who waited for us like a beacon in the night, a true north to guide us into the light.

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Garrett

Did I want to watch.

What the fuck kind of question was that? She knew I thought Wyatt was hot as hell, that I lusted to see every inch of his damn body. Every time she talked about him and all that muscle she’d gotten to touch and lick, she’d seen me go hard.

Just like I’d done when she had snuggled me on the couch.

There had been no escaping that telling situation, but I wondered if she assumed it had simply been because I was anxious to see her man.

Wyatt sat against her headboard in all his naked, tattooed, fucking deliciousness. Having no shame, he stroked his thick cock, and I swallowed a rush of saliva while pulling to a stop inside the bedroom door.

Our gazes locked, my heart pounding in my chest.

What the fuck were we doing? What did he—

Haley placed her palm on my lower back and gently pushed. I stumbled over the threshold. “Sit beside him,” she whispered.

Oh shit.

I was going to watch him fuck her—like up fucking close and personal rather than from a chair or something?

Wyatt patted the bed, and swallowing hard, I forced my shaking legs to take me toward him. Black springy hair covered his legs, thinning on his upper thighs. He trimmed around his dick and balls, both of which made my mouth water for a taste. Pre-cum beaded at the slit of his cock, and he smeared it down and back up again.

“Garrett,” he stated my name quietly, and I realized I stood beside the bed staring at his dick like a starved freak. “Get your fine ass up here.” He patted the mattress beside him.

“O-Okay.” I did as told, leaning against the headboard, my hands finding the sheets at my hips and holding on tight. My sweats did nothing to hide my raging hard-on, and I didn’t know where to look.

Haley’s moan from the foot of the bed decided for me.

She watched the two of us, her chest heaving, eyes wide, and lips parted. A shudder rippled through her as she took us in.

“Strip for us,” Wyatt told her, and I stared, not about to correct the us that slipped from his lips.

He knew what I desired. No way I could fucking hide it. Was he forcing me to face the truth so she would hate me? Kick me out of her place? Did he hope that by revealing my lies he’d get what I’d wanted for months?

Haley lifted her hands and unhooked the front clasp of the lacy bra that had barely covered the dark pink nipples beneath. They furled tight as the lace fell away, causing all thoughts to fade from my mind but her.

Holy fucking shit…she’s perfection.

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