Page 33 of Kiss and Tell

“Asshole. You really got me there,” she said, laughing. Then, unable to resist teasing him back, she said, “Who knows? Maybe one day you’ll be sitting on my couch with your true love, telling meyourcheesy story.”

“Don’t get carried away.”

She rose, clearing the plates. Miles stood too, following her, but she didn’t realize that until she turned too quickly and bumped into him. She stumbled a bit, losing her footing.

Miles reached out, gripping her waist to yank her forward, but he overcorrected, and her backward momentum was reversed as she suddenly pitched toward Miles, her hands landing on his chest.

She glanced up just as he lowered his head, their lips inches apart.

She was instantly thrust back to last night on the porch, and Joey’s good-night kiss. To that moment when it ended and the two of them turned to Miles as one.

Lucy had never in her dizziest daydreams considered kissing two guys at the same time, but damn if she hadn’t wanted to desperately. What felt even crazier was the realization that Joey wanted the same thing. She could see it in his eyes.

He was the one who’d suggested Lucy ask Miles to dance, and he’d initiated the kiss knowing his best friend was standing right there. Now that she considered it, it was Joey who’d turned toward Miles first, as if he was directing her attention toward the other man, encouraging her to look at him.

Miles’s breath was warm on her face, and it smelled sweet. Maple syrup. Her mouth watered for a taste.

“Lucy,” he murmured. His grip on her waist tightened as the distance between them shrank. She wasn’t sure if he was tugging her forward or if she was leaning toward him.

Maybe both.

One second, they were looking at each other, and the next, his lips were on hers.

Her hands were pressed against his muscular chest, so she slid them upward, wrapping them around the back of his neck, part of her terrified he’d come to his senses too soon. She didn’t want this kiss to end any more than Joey’s last night.

Dear God. Who taught these men how to kiss?

Not that she had much to compare them to. She’d only dated a couple guys because it wasn’t like there was a large crop to choose from in her tiny neck of the woods.

Neither of her past boyfriends had kissed her with this all-consuming passion. Miles’s hands slid around her back, and he pulled her flush against him, chest to chest, one hand sliding lower, finding her ass. His tongue tangled with hers, stroking inside her mouth before vanishing for a second, then coming back again.

When he lifted one hand to her hair, his fist wrapping around it tightly, tugging slightly, Lucy saw literal stars, her knees going weak, her pussy quivering.

She wasn’t sure how long the kiss might have continued, but they broke apart at the sound of footsteps on the porch. Miles stepped away rapidly, putting some distance between them.

Lucy had to reach behind her to grip the edge of the counter for support because the man had kissed her boneless.

She heard Joey thank Remi and listened as her sister climbed the stairs. Three seconds later, Joey walked into the kitchen.

His dark hair was windblown from his ride, his cheeks red from the chill in the air, his eyes were bright and sparkling and—as always—he was smiling. He started to say something to them, then stopped, his gaze traveling from her to Miles and back.

Lucy felt flames licking her face, partly caused by the arousal Miles’s kiss had awakened and partly from nearly being caught in the act. She cast a quick glance in Miles’s direction, impressed by his far-better poker face. He was giving the perfect impression of boredom. Or he would have, if he’d managed to look Joey in the eye.

Lucy forced herself to face Joey again, clearing her throat, trying to find her voice.

Before she could say anything, Joey’s smile grew even wider.

“Sooo,” he drawled. “What have you two been up to?”

If Lucy didn’t know better, she’d think Joey knew exactly what they’d been doing, and once again, she couldn’t help but wonder if hewantedher to kiss Miles.

In a normal situation, she might think the guy who’d kissed her last night and asked for time to get to know her would feel jealousy or annoyance, but nothing between her, Joey, and Miles felt normal. The look Joey was shooting their direction was completely devoid of both emotions. Instead, he looked…delighted? Pleased? Happy?

“Nothing,” Miles answered, way too quickly.

She huffed out an exasperated breath.

Joey chuckled at Miles’s response, then reached for one of the pancakes still sitting on the warming plate. He didn’t bother with syrup or butter, tearing the thing into bite-sized pieces he shoved his mouth.

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