Page 21 of Lucy and Her Wicked Three

Mateo has the audacity to roll his eyes, and I almost laugh at his idiocy. "I told you I've never cheated on you, and I meant it."

"But… but…" she waves her arm toward the room, rearing back when she inadvertently points at a couple who's getting down on a couch next to us.

"I haven't been here since we met, Lucy."

"So you came here tonight for what, exactly?"

"I came because I wanted to have a drink in a familiar place. Because my girlfriend tried to leave me, and I'm fucking lost without her. Nothing was going to happen tonight."

He ponders Lucy, grimacing, wanting to say more. I know that look. He's calculating, weighing the odds. Mateo's wicked smart. Analyzes things ad nauseam, to the point of obsession.

Maybe he notices how I'm touching her, and, for whatever reason, she's letting me. Maybe it's because there are people about to fuck all around us, and she barely pays them any attention. I wonder if her pupils are dilating, if her nipples are hard.

Testing Lucy, knowing Mateo's okay with it, I slide my hands down her arms. When my hands cross her belly, she stiffens, so I pause, but following his expression, his lead, I keep going. Her ass wiggles against my erection just a little. Just enough to know she's curious. She's listening. Waiting. Confused, probably, as to why her boyfriend is allowing this. Or, why she is, too.

"Nothing was going to happen, Lucy. But that was before you showed up, unannounced. For the second time in a week—the second time in my fucking life—you've upended me. But you're in my world now. You want to know my secrets, Lucy? You want me to tell you what I want from you? Everything I've been holding back?"

Woodenly, she nods yes. Mateo leans close to her ear, so close she's pressed firmly between us. No one else in the club, not even Silas who's watching with unveiled, rapt interest, no one can hear him but the three of us.

"I want to fuck you so hard you beg me to stop. I want to take your ass while my friends fuck your pussy and your mouth. I want to tie you up, slap your clit and make you come so hard you cry and shake and beg for it to end. I want to share you with my best friends, and it's all I've wanted for months. You want to know what I want from you, Lucy?" He leans even closer, voice dropping a full octave, and growls, "I wanteverything."

When Mateo pulls back, he stares at her in awe. Seconds pass, her breath becoming heavier while she processes. Reaching out, he tenderly wipes a tear from under her eye.

Jesus, Mateo was right. We're fucking degenerates. She's too sweet for us. We'll ruin the poor girl.

Disappointed because, for the first time in years—maybe ever—when Mateo came home and told us he found the one, I had hope. But she can't be the one if she's this scared.

But Mateo doesn't look concerned. He's smiling. I'm missing something, because Silas is smiling too. I can't see her facial expression, whatever's encouraging them.

Mateo takes a step back and says, "Can Silas kiss you?"

And, to my shock, she nods yes.

Mateo and I meet eyes, and all I see is hope, and it's both crushing and enlightening. I'm afraid to hope. I've always worried that we ended up down this rabbit hole, fucking ourselves over, no longer satisfied with normal relationships, destined to be alone because we'd never find a good woman who was interested in being with us.

We've all got secrets, but this one, the desire to be together… It's too big to hide.

But Mateo looks optimistic. And, almost reluctantly… happy.

Lucy takes a deep breath. My hands, still wrapped around her waist, tighten, and she whimpers. Spurred on, I slip one hand lower, just so my fingertips graze beneath the top of her leggings. My top hand carefully, slowly explores, giving her plenty of timeto back out, to sayno, to read her body language if she feels like she wants to stop.

But she doesn't. She softens against me. Silas takes a step closer and smiles down at her. He's a fucking golden retriever right now, so happy and excited with her attention. I wish I could see her face.

He lowers his forehead to hers. This must be so weird for her, but she's going with it. She's perfect. My hand crawls up her torso to her breast and I squeeze gently, while Mateo comes around and touches the other, pinching her nipple.

And Silas kisses her. It's slow at first, while he tastes her, and I'm momentarily jealous, because I want to taste her, too. Silas moans, and again, she's sandwiched between two of us, so she can't hide the way her hips squirm, how her pussy begs for more. I love the feel of my friends this close. The heat of us building.

I keep caressing her, over her clothes, using my other hand to hold her abdomen in place so her ass presses against my raging cock.

When she starts to shake, her needy whimpers break through the fog, and Mateo pulls Silas away.

"Silas, go get us a room." Silas doesn't break eye contact with her until Mateo slaps his arm with the back of his hand. He winks at Lucy then disappears to find an empty room.

"Lucy," Mateo says sternly. He takes her hands, pulling her close, and I miss her body heat instantly once we're separated. "We need to talk."

She nods, then turns to look at me and I'm struck again by her. Her thick dark, straight eyebrows with almost no arch, give her an almost sad, soft, pouty look, and her expression hits me straight in the gut.

"You're safe with us, Lucy," I reassure her. I don't think she feels unsafe, but it felt important to say. Her smile is soft andquiet, but it's there. Then Mateo tugs her away, and I watch her longingly as they disappear down a hallway.

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