Page 52 of Kiss and Tell

She tapped her chin. “No. I guess that wouldn’t look good on you. Hair like Tony’s requires special bone structure.”

“A chiseled jaw?” Miles tossed one of her own descriptions back at her, just to get under Joey’s skin.

“I don’t need long hair to be hot, honey.” Joey stood and took two steps toward her as Lucy moved away, inching closer to Miles. While the RV was roomy, a game of cat and mouse wouldn’t last long.

Lucy glanced at Miles, as if seeking help, mistakenly thinking he was on her side because of his jest. He remained where he was and shrugged. “I told you not to poke the bear.”

“A gentleman would protect me,” she retorted.

He reached out and tugged her against him. “Who said I was a gentleman?”

She looked up at Miles, her cheeks pink, her breathing shallow. Joey could already cut the sexual tension between them with a knife when she added more fuel to the fire, stroking her free hand over her chest.

“I warned you about that bro code,” Miles murmured, his comment piquing Joey’s curiosity. “I gotta have my boy’s back.”

Lucy lifted her hand from his chest, shoving her pointer finger into Miles’s pec.

“Poke, poke, poke,” she teased, letting Miles know she’d decided he was a bear too.

Miles laughed, catching Lucy off guard when he gripped the wrist of her poking hand and twisted her until her back was flush against his chest, his arm wrapped loosely around her upper body.

Joey seized the opportunity, moving until he was right in front of her. Lucy squirmed in Miles’s arms, but he soon realized she wasn’t seeking to escape as much as she was trying to drive his friend crazy.

Given the way Miles stiffened, his jaw clenching, he’d guess her “struggles” were having the desired effect. Her ass was rubbing right against his friend’s crotch.

Hell, Joey was fighting his own arousal, and if either of the people in front of him looked down, they’d see he was losing the battle, his erection pressing against his jeans.

Joey caught Miles’s gaze. “Hold her hands. I think we need to show our girl what happens when she teases us.” He started tickling her before Miles could capture her wrists. Not that it took his friend long to restrain her.

Lucy squealed with laughter, struggling in earnest to get away as Joey tickled every part of her that he could reach.

“Tell us we’re hot,” Joey demanded.

She shook her head, even as she gasped for air, laughing louder. “Never!”

Joey doubled his efforts, driving his fingers into her waist, and when Miles lifted her arms over her head, he dove in, tickling under her arms.

“Tell us we’re hot,” he repeated.

Lucy put up a hell of a fight, twisting to the left and right in an attempt to free her hands before she finally relented. “Fine! You’re hot!”

Joey stopped tickling her, his hands resting on her midriff. “Say it again.”

She narrowed her eyes, but her wide smile proved she wasn’t annoyed. Rather than speak, she wiggled her wrists until Miles released her. Then she reached out, pinching the hair of his beard between her finger and thumb, using it to pull him closer.

“You’re hot,” she whispered when their faces were just an inch apart. She backed her words up with a quick, hard kiss before releasing his beard.

Then she twisted around, cupping Miles’s cheek in her palm. “You’re hot too.” She gave Miles the same kiss.

While her lips on his had guaranteed Joey’s blue balls, Miles appeared to double down on his efforts to resist Lucy’s appeal.

The grumpy ass returned. His smile faded and a crinkle appeared between his eyes. “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”

Lucy, the irrepressible, perfect woman, shrugged unapologetically. “What can I say? You poked the bear.”

ChapterEight

“Time is going too fast,” Lucy complained after they were dropped off at the campground.

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