18
GARRETT
I could feel Wyatt watching me, but I couldn’t look at him or he would see how much I wanted a piece of him. Haley had hit the damn jackpot and then some. The man was beyond fine, his front just as sexy as the back I’d seen the weekend before.
She’d called him luscious, and even though it had killed me to listen to her go on and on about his mouth and d**k and how he knew what to do with both, I wanted firsthand knowledge.
Some friend I was.
And Wyatt had picked up on that s**t within seconds of meeting me.
I’d felt the spark of interest—no…fuck that…out of control flame—between us, same as him, but at least he’d laid down the law about flirting. I’d refrained but hadn’t wanted to.
Haley was my person, and even though I hated the idea of sharing her with him, knowing he g
