Garret knew there were a lot of things wrong with him and that’s why he’d tried to follow God’s path.

Meeting Lemuel and Mara had felt like a blessing at first. After all, they were good people. Specially Mara...God, she was a beauty and something he had sworn would be his but nothing in this world is perfect.

That was his mistake, trusting a woman who would go and lay in another's man bed.

Even after that asshole was dead, things between him and Mara didn’t get better.

That's why now… now his eyes had turned to Quinn and they were truly good, special and so pure...

That night, Mara had gone to bed early and Lemuel was asleep in his own room. Garret had slipped into the kitchen with a bottle in hand, bored of Mara’s lack of attention toward him.

That was when he saw them. There was Quinn, halfway down the stairs just watching him.

He just looked at them for a few sec before gesturing them to come closer. They looked so nervous and maybe… just maybe he liked that.

At first, his words were careful but then they weren’t.

“You like bein' so good...like you’re waitin’ for someone to notice…”, his hand grab their wrist and with just one pull, they fell into his lap. “Tell me… you want me to notice you so bad, huh?”

His tone was almost gentle but his grip wasn’t and he knew they wanted him just as much as he wanted them.

“I’ve noticed you, little bird”, he said as his hips started to move against them, his cock hardening under his pants. “And I think this is where you belong, in my lap, just lookin' pretty...”