Page 76 of Finding Their Place

Wyatt

Except for that first time when Garrett had entered Haley’s bedroom, he didn’t meet my eyes. His focus stayed on Haley the whole time she fucked herself on my dick, while I ate out her ass and she swallowed his cock like the goddess she was.

And hearts shone from those dark orbs of his the entire fucking time.

For her. All for his Haley.

I’d seen their connection before, but it became a tangible thing once I took the lead and removed those barriers between them. A goddamn living entity brought to life by crossing barriers they’d both erected for different reasons.

She’d held back from coming, needing his first.

And I’d been so fucking caught up in what I’d done for them that I’d blown my load before either of them, filling the condom before he let go—and she followed. The sounds they’d made, the feminine whimpers, the masculine grunts…

Christ, I’d never heard such a mouthwatering harmony. Music I could lose myself in. Crave. Become addicted to.

But they would have been fine without me—and that truth hit my chest like a goddamn sledgehammer, cracking through bone and making me bleed internally.

Yes, Haley enjoyed my dick, and Garrett definitely got off on watching me slide my length into her tight pussy, but he easily could have taken my place.

I imagined them face to face, him owning her body while she sucked on his delicious tongue. They would be wrapped up in their own little world…

It was like the two of them had crossed over the platonic line I’d led them to without any effort.

As though it had been meant to be.

They were meant to be and certainly didn’t need me.

Unease rose alongside the pain inside me like thick smoke, choking my lungs. Garrett hadn’t looked at me, even before kissing me like I’d told him to do. He’d been hyperaware of the woman below us, his groans against my mouth coming in response to every noise she made rather than the strokes of my tongue along his.

Was the guy even bi? Or had I imagined the draw between us when we’d first met? He kissed me, fuck, even seemed to like it, but Garrett wasn’t open to me. Haley had been his sole focus.

I’d come over with the intent of sex—eventually—but had wanted to share with Haley about the two phone conversations I’d had earlier that evening. But one look at her flushed face, those pupil-blown eyes of hers when she answered the door, and all I could think about was losing myself in her body. Burrowing in deep. Forgetting reality for a while.

Well, real life lay in stark color before me. I could feel the warmth of her flesh, hear his heavy breaths…his abdomen pressed against my hand still on Haley’s pubis.

But I was an outsider regardless of my opening their eyes, a door neither had considered before beyond their fantasies or dreams.

Long, silent moments dragged out while my stomach continued to knot itself. The goddamn condom still clung to my softened dick, Haley’s cum dried on my fingers.

Perhaps they rested in comfortable silence, but I sure as fuck couldn’t.

I gently pulled away when the unease grew to be too much, and neither said a word or twitched a damn muscle to insist I stay. There was no lazy stretching with satisfied smiles, no questions of where I was going when I made for the bathroom.

Throat tight, I cleaned myself up and got two wet, warm towels for Haley and Garrett—but they still hadn’t moved. Both had passed out cold, I realized by their steady breaths. In slumber, she clung to him with a possessive hold, and he clutched at her like she was his whole world.

Tears hazed the beautiful sight of them, at how perfectly they fit together. My heart lay like a cement block in my chest, heavier than it had been after talking to Lionel and Tina.

Would I ever find my place outside my business?

I placed the towels on Haley bedstand, quietly retrieved my clothes off the floor, and left them sated.

Sleeping in her bed, entwined as lovers ought to be.

While my chest ached, I didn’t regret what we’d done. I cared deeply for Haley, wanted her happy. And although I didn’t know Garrett all that well, he felt that same lack of belonging from being abandoned as a kid. He drew me in as strongly as Haley had done, but they completed their puzzle of two.

Allowing myself one last fill of their tangled, gorgeous bodies, I silently wished them well.

Then I did the right thing.

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