23
GARRETT
Did I want to watch.
What the f**k 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 n***d, tattooed, f*****g deliciousness. Having no shame, he stroked his thick c**k, 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 f**k were we doing? What did he—
Haley placed her palm o
