20
GARRETT
I ignored my stone-like d**k and lay on my back, listening to the woman I loved being pleasured by a s*x-on-a-stick man. Pre-c*m oozed from my slit, but I didn’t bother with that either.
Even though Haley and Wyatt tried to be quiet, my ears strained for every gasp and groan, soaking that s**t up like a cactus in the dead of summer. It would have to be enough.
My chest ached but with more than pain, almost…sweet. Sickeningly enjoyable. I guessed that truly made me a masochist.
They quieted. Someone went into the bathroom.
And I needed to move, since I wouldn’t find contentment in j*********f.
Bottles of water sat in the fridge and seemed the best bet to cool my blood.
I stood in front of the appliance, the door open and refrigerated air wafting over my heated skin while
