Page 60 of Kiss and Tell

It was them.

ChapterNine

Miles pushed into Lucy from behind as he bent her over in the shower, closed his eyes, and groaned. She was so wet and hot and tight. There was no way he could draw this out as long as he wanted. Lucy met him thrust for thrust, pushing back toward him, silently urging him to take her harder, to go deeper.

His eyes flew open when he heard Joey’s voice telling Lucy how pretty she was, how perfect. Lucy’s lips were wrapped around his cock as she gave Joey one hell of a blow job.

Miles slowed his own movements, spellbound by the image of Joey and Lucy together. Joey’s fists were closed in her wet hair, and he used that grip to guide her, to encourage her to go faster.

She hummed around his dick. His friend was close. Miles could tell by the way Joey clenched his teeth, the stuttered staccato of his breathing, the expression that could be confused for pain if one didn’t know it was driven by pure pleasure.

“Lucy,” Joey panted. “Honey.”

Miles was still moving inside her, her pussy clenching tightly around him. He wasn’t going to last much longer either.

Joey cursed when his orgasm struck. Miles watched it take him down, enthralled by the sight. Joey’s climax triggered Lucy’s, her back arching as she went over the edge.

He’d never seen anything more beautiful than Lucy and Joey in the throes of passion. The image was too much, and Miles came as well.

God help him. It was the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had, the pleasure of it almost blinding.

He grunted, and then…

Miles caught his come in the hand wrapped around his dick, the other hand pressed flat to the shower wall. He sucked in some much-needed air as the hot water pulsed over his head.

Once he recovered, he let the water wash away the evidence of his fantasy.

His fantasy.

What. The. Fuck?

Miles grabbed the body wash, scrubbing himself roughly, as if that might wash away what he’d just done. He’dneverhad a fantasy like that, never imagined himself having sex with Joey there.

He lifted his eyes heavenward and mentally cussed out his best friend. Fucking Joey! He was planting seeds all over the place and now they were taking root.

The worst part was, he couldn’t heap all the blame on Joey’s doorstep because Miles hadn’t scorched the earth. Nope. What he’d done was worse. He’d put water on those damn seeds, maybe even a little Miracle-Gro.

He never should have agreed to the three of them sleeping together in the same bed. The second Joey made that suggestion, Miles should have put his damn foot down. And honestly, he thought he might have if Lucy hadn’t given him an out.

While Joey was determined to see this thing between them go the distance, Lucy had put more manageable parameters on it. Parameters Miles could handle. All she asked for was a casual, just-kissing affair with an end date. No commitment, no relationship, no sex with another man in the bed, no feelings, no broken heart.

Lucy made it clear she wasn’t leaving the farm or her family. After all, her ex, Marco, had asked her to hit the road with him and she’d refused. The only reason she came with them was because it was a vacation, not a new life.

Sure, long-distance relationships existed, but Miles knew Joey wouldn’t be happy spending long periods of time away from Lucy. He also knew Joey hadn’t given up the hope that Miles would be a part of the equation.

Weird fantasies notwithstanding, Miles had not—and would not—change his mind on that.

Probably.

Jesus.

He couldn’t sort his shit out about Rhiannon, which, to be perfectly honest, should be the easiest goddamn problem on the planet to solve. So how the hell was he supposed to figure out how to walk through the Lucy/Joey minefield without blowing his life to smithereens in spectacular fashion?

If he was smart, he’d take a step away fromallof it. Stop texting Rhiannon. Stop sleeping in the same bed with Joey and Lucy.

Miles did an internal eyeroll. Like the last was going to happen.

He turned off the water and grabbed a towel, drying off before wrapping it around his waist.

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