Page 86 of Lucy and Her Wicked Three

"Anyway, he uhh, he's got this property. It's about an hour north of Port City. In the woods…" I let the words trail off, and Noah doesn't disappoint. He's not just a pretty face, he picks up where I'm going with this.

"For Lucy? Hmm. We haven't talked to her too much about it. That night with the spreader, though, the way she ran from us…"

"Yeah, that was… fuck, Matty's said it before and I agree. I've never been much of a primal dom, but with Lucy…"

Noah nods, chewing on his lip, releasing me to grab a pair of socks. He sits at the edge of the bed to put them on.

"You don't think she'd enjoy it?"

She shakes his head, still looking away in contemplation. "No, it's not that. I think she would. But umm… I think I would too…"

It takes a second for his words to register. When they do, I look at Noah in surprise, but he's still fiddling around thebedroom not making eye contact. I stalk across the room and grab his shoulder, turning him to face me.

"Don't tease me like this," I rasp, gripping his face, pulling him in for a kiss. It's hard and passionate and a little bit terrifying. Like each moment with him couldn't possibly get any better and I fear losing how insanely perfect he is.

He kisses me back, his hard length pressing against mine. "I'm not teasing, you know I wouldn't joke about this."

"Fuuuuck. Okay. Goddamn this is good. I'll text Chase, see if we can get up there this week."

Noah barks a laugh, playfully shoving at my chest. "Eager much?"

"To chase you and Lucy through the fucking woods? Jesus, even just saying that makes me want to bust a nut. Goddamn. Okay, we gotta get out of this room before I bend you over the dresser and have my way with you."

"Like you told Lucy. Police. Treats. Then sex. What treats are you getting her, anyway?"

"Shit, I hadn't thought that far ahead. I was thinking I'd eat her ass, then make her come all over your face—"

"My face? Not yours?"

"Are you complaining?"

"Not even a little." He gestures with his hand, "Continue."

"See, I'd be balls deep in your ass after eating hers, so you'd be eating her pussy. It's a real round robin situation."

"I see."

"But now I'm realizing that treats and sex are the same thing in my brain."

Noah clears his throat, clearly doing his best not to laugh at me. "Maybe we could stop at that vegan gelato place on 5th on the way home."

I snap my fingers. "You're a genius. That's perfect." Noah chuckles, but when his hand grabs the door knob to exit our bedroom, I wrap my hand over his, stilling him.

"How was she last night?"

"She was okay. She'll be fine. I think she was more scared than anything."

"Noah… I can't… ah, fuck. We can't let anything happen to her."

"I know, man—"

"No, I mean wecan't. Like the very idea of her getting hurt makes me fucking—" I suck in a breath and let it out slow. Noah grips my shoulder.

"She will be okay. We won't let anything happen to her."

"We just found her. We just got Matty back. Everything is so good with us."

"Nothing's going to happen. We'll protect each other. You need to calm down."

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