Page 51 of Lucy and Her Wicked Three

"I don't think you brought enough stuff," I muse.

Silas laughs, dropping one of his bags and rushing over to me. I squeal when he picks me up, and suddenly all my self-conscious inner mean girl rants quiet down.

"What's wrong?" Noah asks, looking at me a little too closely. This man has gone down on me but we've never hugged or kissed or anything.

It's all I want as I look at him now. Not to distract him from noticing I'm not a hundred percent, but because henoticed. Because I'm getting to know their personalities and Noah is more thanthe sensitive one. He's kind and thoughtful and incredibly attuned to everyone around him.

Unlike Silas, who hugged me excitedly and bounced around like a happy puppy, Noah approaches me more cautiously. I suspect he'll take several minutes to take the plunge, so I do it for him. Stepping forward, I wrap my arms around his neck. His embrace is everything I could have imagined. He holds me tightly, and even as he lets out a breath he's been holding, his embrace only gets stronger.

He smells like clean laundry and his body feels firm and warm and comforting. I don't know how long we hold each other, but it's well beyond the parameters of a normal hug. I close my eyes and breathe him in and when I adjust and press closer, I can feel his length hardening between us.

"Lucy," Noah says against my temple. I lean back and look up. His eyes are hooded, like I imagine mine look. There's a question in them. If his expression were a poem, it would tell me all the ways he thought about taking me. It would describe all of his feelings, his anxieties—and I know, because I recognize them in myself—and his heart would lay open and raw, hoping I'm willing to pick it up and take care of it.

This isn't Mateo's friend Noah.

This ismyNoah.

My lips press against his, and he moans into mine, while our tongues collide in a desperate, needy dance. He kisses so differently than Mateo. I don't mean to compare them, but Ilove how different they are. They kiss in their own way, just as different as when Silas kisses me.

Noah is caring but needy. He's thoughtful with his movements, chasing my direction with his own, taking control, but ceding it just as much. His hands come down my back, both palms squeezing my ass, pulling my pelvis into his and I'm suddenly very aware of my state of undress.

I pull away slowly, but Noah looks untethered, snatching his hand out to hold mine. I squeeze his back and together we turn to face Silas who, unsurprisingly, has a massive grin spread across his face.

"Nice to see you too, Lulu."

I roll my eyes but smirk right back. "Alright, Mateo said you're taking over the guest room and his office. He'll have to work on the office to move some stuff around, but you can store stuff in there, too, and we'll blow up the air mattress for now."

"You're taking this surprisingly well, Lucy," Silas throws over his shoulder as he makes himself at home, trudging down the hallway with two bags in each arm. I look up at Noah who smiles softly, giving my hand one final squeeze before letting go to pick up some of the bags. He follows Silas down the hall and they return a minute later.

Silas grabs another backpack but heads into the living room with that one. I recognize the contents from our video game date.

Noah watches him work for a second before turning his attention back on me.

"You didn't answer my question by the way."

"Which one?"

"Are you okay?" He tilts his head and looks closely, cataloging all my features, maybe to catch me in a lie.

So, I'm honest. "I'm fine. I had a moment before you guys got here…"

"What kind of moment?"

"I was just—"

A loud banging from the front door interrupts me. Both men, even Silas, stiffen. I head over but Noah braces me. "Hang on. Why don't I check to make sure it's safe."

I scoff, "Why wouldn't it be safe?"

The guys give each other a look, but I roll my eyes. They're probably worried about Delaney, after everything I told them. I sneak past Noah but he follows me down the hallway. I peer through the peephole.

"Shit."

"Yeah, shit is right, asshole! Open the door!"

"Who is that?" Noah asks from behind me. "Is that Delaney?"

"Fuck no. Now open the door or I'm going to break it down!"

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