Page 14 of Lucy and Her Wicked Three

"You have a fucking girlfriend?" I ask, shocked. Collapsing into the chair, I finish my glass. "Why didn't you tell us?"

He shrugs. "I thought I wanted… I don't know. Just her. Not…" He gestures at me and Noah. I mean, we've shared girlfriends before—if you can count trysts that lasted longer than a few dates with some hot freaky down-ass pussy we met at Atrium, a girlfriend—but that's not like, a requirement for our friendship. I happen to like being in a relationship with my brothers and one girl. It works for us. But there's no shame if he wanted to venture on his own.

Noah tells him as much, and he nods, like he agrees. Except, he's still got that wild look in his eye. "I thought I could escape it. Keep it from her. But man… I fucking love her. And it makes me want it more. To share her, to…pushher."

To push her. Limits, expectations, body, mind. It means a lot of things when you're a depraved little shit like we are. I get what he means, though.

"So, you told her about Atrium?"

"No. I'm here because some shit went down. Long story. She's a social media influencer."

"You're fucking kidding me!" I laugh. I can't imagine Matty with a girlfriend, let alone aninfluencer. He's such an ornery asshole, not camera friendly. Or normal friendly, for that matter.

I keep laughing, but he powers through. "Anyway, this chick she knows doctored some photos, implying we were having an affair. I don't know how she did it or why. All I know is it devastated Lucy. Made her question… us."

"So she thinks you cheated?" Noah asks softly.

"We cleared it up. Kind of. I think she believes me, but it opened this fucking pandora's box. She pointed out that I keep shit from her. Said she feels like she doesn't know me."

"Do you… I mean, is your sex life—"

"It's pretty vanilla. It's hard to explain. We're great. She's perfect, man, you don't even know."

A hot sting of jealousy snakes up my spine. I'm happy for my best friend, but I've always wanted that. A woman like he's describing. A relationship with someone who could love the real me. Maybe even love the three of us…

We may have dabbled in poly relationships since we were teenagers, but I've never admitted to my brothers that it's the only way I pictured my life when I got older—four of us together.

Matty could be emotionally unavailable if he needed to be. Noah would pick up the slack. I could make her laugh, tease her, fill her days with happiness. Together, we make one solidly decent boyfriend.

I dismiss the longing for now because the look in Matty's eyes right now is devastation. He needs us. I don't know what that amounts to, but I straighten in my chair.

"So, you don't play?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "Never. Not really."

"Alright, setting aside the fact that you've been hiding a girlfriend from us, what exactly is the problem? She believes you didn't cheat… you live together… why don't you just be honest? Tell her the truth."

"Tell her what, Silas? I've never had a girlfriend. When was the last time we picked up a woman outside of Atrium? She's not like that. She's not like us."

"There's nothing wrong with us," Noah says softly.

"Fuck. That's not what I meant. It's just… we've only really fucked around with people who already knew the lifestyle. Lucy's like a jittery ball of sunshine. She's wholesome. A legit southerngirl with a thick accent and the sweetest disposition. I'm worried I'll lose her if she meets the real me."

A hedonist, he means. But that's not all he is; same as Noah and me. We're more than our sexual preferences. It's the twenty-first fucking century; poly and four-way sex is no longer taboo. Orgy's are the newménage a trois.

Even if some of our scene-play is a little kinkier than the average, it's not that strange. It's Google-able. Maybe not mainstream, but popular enough to have its own wiki profile.

I bet he's underestimating the girl.

"She sounds real nice, Mateo," Noah encourages, making Matty grunt.

"Why don't you bring her around? I'll behave." I cross my heart, but he narrows his eyes. "What? I won't fuck her unless she's into it. Think she'll be into it?" I ask hopefully.

"No," he sighs. And he sounds legitimately bummed about that. I'm flattered. That's okay, it's probably for the best. She sounds sweet and all, but not really my type. Not really Matty's type either, come to think of it.

The most emotionally mature of the three of us, Noah redirects. "Mateo, it sounds like you wanted to keep this relationship between you and her. Did something change? We can help you figure out how to navigate—"

"No. That's the thing… I want all of it. I thought I could do it, have a normal relationship. But the more I fell for her, the more I wanted you two there with me. How fucked up is it I want to see my girlfriend get railed by my best friends?" He laughs sardonically.

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