Page 68 of Lucy and Her Wicked Three

Touching Silas has changed things. We haven't talked about what happened—naturally. Why would we? We're both self-proclaimed sexually adventurous people. Trying new things in the bedroom isn't new for us.

But thiswasnew.

I keep thinking about the surprised look on his face. The way I kissed him, the way he kissed me back. I've seen the man's cock a thousand times, but it was like I had blinders on. Suddenly, all I wanted to do was take him in my mouth. I couldn't keep myself from fantasizing about taking hold of it, making him come apart right next to Lucy.

I want Silas, and I can't help but think—I am so fucked.

Things are so new with Lucy. It's a lot to take on, a new relationship, let alone one with three people. But to add this attraction to our dynamic? I can picture her asking for more next time, more and more each time thereafter. Touch his cock, Noah. Stroke it. Taste it. Noah, let him fuck you while you fuck me.

Outside of the bedroom? Facing my crush… if you can even call it that, a word so inadequate to what I already feel for Silas, facing my feelings in the harsh light of day feels insurmountable.

Grumbling, I whip the covers off and climb out of bed. I'm tired, but I've barely slept since the other night. Though everythings been cool between us, when we work during the day, there's this tension that's new. Again, we don't talk about it. But it's there.

I don't know what to do.

Padding down the hall, I head into the kitchen to pour some water. Maybe I should pour a glass of whiskey to go with it, maybe that'll help me sleep. Just as I'm about to, I hear him.

"What are you doing?" Silas chuckles, taking the whiskey from my hands. He twists the cap off and takes a swig.

"I'm sure Mateo will appreciate you treating his thirty year aged barrel rye like a fireball shot."

He shrugs, handing the bottle back. Because I can't help myself, I copy his actions and take a swig. Shivering as the alcohol works its way down my throat, I set the bottle back on the counter.

"Can't sleep?"

"No," I shake my head. "You?"

Silas grins and hooks his thumb down the hallway. "They're fucking like rabbits. I was gonna join them."

"You had sex with her this afternoon. Give them some alone time."

Yesterday, Silas had to run out and pick up some new cords for the office space, where he's currently crashing on an air mattress, so I got her all to myself.

Lucy slept with him the night before, and demanded we figure out the office situation so we could get him a new bed. It was cute how outraged she was that he was sleeping on such a shitty bed. Silas doesn't care, I know he doesn't, but her concern was still sweet.

I ended up running errands today, buying groceries and picking up another bag of things from our old place, so Silas had her to himself all day long, and I know he spent at least an hour buried inside her, because his work was half-finished by the time I got back.

It's fucking surreal how well we all fit together. It's more than sex, though that's fucking mindblowing. It's everything. Her touch, the way she moves, the way she fights for control, but loses fast, quickly falling into the submissive roll.

"Yeah, well…" Silas shrugs, glancing down the hall, then back to me.

Just like all the other times the last few days, this feels charged. New, electric, exciting.

And Silas, who never takes anything seriously, is the last one of the four of us I expected to bring up what happened. Especially the way he does it.

Which is, of course, without words. He doesn't give me a moment to prepare, to object, when all of a sudden he's leaninginto me. His lips meet mine and a shiver runs down my spine. It's a dream come to life.

I can't help it, I grip his sides and moan into him. Maybe he's just looking for someone to play with since I told him to give Mateo and Lucy some privacy, but I don't think I care. I'll kiss him all night long, if he lets me.

His tongue slides against mine, and I'm surprised again when he grabs my shirt at my chest and tugs me forward. I'm only an inch or so taller than Silas, the shortest of us three friends around 5'10", but what he lacks in bulk and height, he makes up for in power.

He pulls away abruptly. "I'm done overthinking this shit. How about you?"

I let out a harsh laugh and shake my head. "That's just fucking like you. No subtlety."

"Who needs subtlety? I'm saying, let's do this."

I cross my arms, putting a little distance between us. A minute ago I was content to kiss him all night long. Now, he's asking for… what, exactly, I don't know. But knowing Silas, having watched his sexual awakening in real time over the years, I know he's willing to try anything once. And I'm not sure that's enough for me.

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