Page 85 of Lucy and Her Wicked Three

"Come on Lu, I'll buy you a treat…" I kiss up her bare stomach, trying to coax Lucy out of bed. It's early and we want to get to the police station first thing, just to get all this at shit over with.

I'm glad she spent the night with Noah but right now, he's in the shower and when I came into my room to change, I found my little Lucy all snuggled up and alone, naked under the covers, sound asleep.

I watched her sleep but when I realized even my charm couldn't rouse her, I ripped the covers off and began kissing up her legs. I've made it as far as her stomach, but what started as a way to wake her up turned into a fun game of foreplay.

"Sex first, yeah? Then police station? Then treats?"

I laugh against her stomach, crawling higher, sucking her nipple into my mouth.

Lucy moans and squirms, legs spreading wider, her heels digging into my back. "Just fuck me Silas, then we can go."

I mean, I can't say no. That would just be impolite. I just got dressed but there's no reason I can't strip down again. Just as I undo my buckle, ready to thrust in for a nice quick morning fuck, Noah ruins our fun.

He swats my ass, but all it does is spur me on.

"We're going to be late, you two. No sex."

Lucy whines. "Sex. Then treats. Then police."

I chuff against her skin then get up, pulling her with me. Her tits look so nice this morning, like every other morning, but I'm especially ravenous. I lean in again to taste, but Noah smacks my shoulder.

Groaning, I climb out of bed and turn to Lucy. "Wrong order. Police, treats, then sex."

She grumbles and gets up, walking to the door fully naked, yelling back at me over her shoulder, "These treats better be worth it!" She disappears into her bedroom a moment later and I can only hope she and Mateo alone don't fall into the same sex trap we almost did. Because then I'd have to join them and then we'd be really behind.

"Ow," I groan, rubbing the back of my head after Noah smacks me for the second time in five minutes. "I like giving, not receiving, baby."

"I'm not trying to turn you on. We're late."

"We're not late, we don't have an appointment."

"I know but the earlier we go, hopefully the less busy it will be and we can get the hell out of there," Noah says while he hops into a pair of pants. I watch his body disappear beneath layers of clothes with longing.

We've come a long way since we've known each other. Best friends, family, lifelong partners, lovers. I finally understand why he'd stare so much over the years, like his subconscious was trying to tell him something he and I hadn't yet figured out.

As if he can sense my train of thoughts, his large, warm hands clasp together at the back of my neck. His hair is down but pushed back, the sides so short, the strands fall loosely around his face. I run my fingers over the sides of his head, pushing his hair back, tucking it behind his ears. I love this haircut on him. I always thought it looked so punk rock. About the only hard thing about him.

Well, that and the beautiful monster he's packing between his thighs.

"I'm glad it's not just me anymore," Noah muses.

"What's that?"

"The staring."

"I'm not staring."

He smirks, his hazel eyes lighting up. He's so beautiful. I like that he's a little taller than me. A little broader in the shoulders. Makes me feel hella strong when I dominate him.

"I've been thinking about something…"

His brows lift in question.

"Remember Chase? From the club?"

"Atrium? Yeah…"

I can't help it, there's a twinge of jealousy in his voice and it makes my chest swell in pride. But I don't give him shit for it because we can hear Lucy and Mateo making their way into the kitchen.

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