Page 57 of Kiss and Tell

Time for some force.

Tilting Lucy’s face upward, he cupped her chin and kissed her. It was a long, slow kiss that drugged his senses as time stood still. Lucy’s hands drifted higher, her fingers brushing over the crotch of his jeans. She drew in a quick intake of breath when she felt his erection tenting the denim.

Joey broke the kiss, placing his forehead against hers briefly before letting his gaze travel to Miles.

Lucy followed it, turning to face Miles, who remained still. While he didn’t seek to close the distance, he didn’t move when Lucy shifted toward him. Joey figured his friend was going for plausible deniability. If Lucy made the move, Miles could feign innocence.

Or he could have if Miles hadn’t grasped her shoulders at the first touch of Lucy’s lips on his and tugged her body against his.

“Lucy,” Miles whispered against her mouth. “Sweet Lucy.”

Joey watched until he couldn’t resist joining in. God only knew how Miles would react, but his strength was gone, and he doubted it was ever coming back.

Moving across the couch, Joey wrapped his arm around Lucy’s waist, drawing her long blonde hair over one shoulder, baring her neck. As Miles consumed her lips and her soft cries, Joey placed a long line of kisses down the side of her neck, nibbling and licking every luscious inch.

He felt, rather than saw, Miles still when he realized just how close Joey was, but that response was mercifully brief as Miles deepened the kiss, moving a hand to grip her hair in his fist.

When Lucy whimpered, Joey lifted his head, watching as Miles tightened his hold, pulling her hair. Joey wanted to produce one of those whimpers himself.

Slipping his hands under her sweater, he drew his fingers up her stomach, cupping her breasts over her lace bra. Lucy wasn’t overly endowed, but she had more than enough to fill his hands. Her back arched, silently demanding more.

Miles continued to kiss her, and Joey had a front row seat. Miles stroked his tongue along her lower lip before nipping it.

Lucy jerked slightly, though he didn’t know if it was from Miles’s love bite or because Joey had slipped his fingers beneath her bra to pinch her nipples.

They were offering her smalls tastes of pain, testing to see if they added to her pleasure. Given the sounds she was making and the way her body was writhing between them, Joey would say they’d found one of their girl’s hot buttons.

Lucy was the first to break the kiss, sucking in deep breaths even as her hands kept a tight hold on Miles’s head.

Miles was gasping as well, his eyes closed. When he opened them, they landed first on Lucy’s flushed face, then on Joey.

Something shuttered in his expression, and Joey had to bite back a curse when his best friend disentangled himself from Lucy’s arms, scooting away from them.

“I…” Miles started. “We…” He frowned, clearly unhappy with himself for getting carried away.

Lucy stiffened in Joey’s arms.

No. Fuck that.

He wasn’t going to let this moment turn awkward, wasn’t going to let Miles pretend this is wrong.

“That was hot,” Joey murmured in Lucy’s ear. “You’re so beautiful, honey.”

His words penetrated, Lucy giving him an almost shy smile over her shoulder. “Itwashot.” She held Joey’s gaze, and he got the sense she was avoiding looking at Miles.

Joey wasn’t going to let his friend off the hook that easily. He exchanged a glance with Miles, lifting one eyebrow, a clear invitation for him to say something.

Miles remained stubbornly silent.

Sighing, Joey reclaimed his side of the couch, Lucy scooching back to the center. The movie was almost over, but none of them were interested enough to rewind it.

Joey took Lucy’s hand in his, giving it a squeeze as they pretended to watch the movie.

After another fifteen minutes, the credits began to scroll.

Joey expected Miles to make a quick escape, but Lucy spoke before that could happen.

“Can I ask you guys something?”

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