Page 62 of Kiss and Tell

She blew out a frustrated breath. “Because blue bean is real, and it hurts.”

Joey burst out laughing.

Lucy, unamused, narrowed her eyes. “Aren’t you guys…like…” Her eyes drifted to the towel wrapped around Miles’s hips again. Because yeah, he was. And the towel was doing a shitty job hiding just how much likethathe was.

Her gaze,there, was as potent as if she’d wrapped her hand around it, because his dick was ready for round two.

Miles jerked his head toward the shower. “I gave myself a hand,” literally, “with that.”

Joey grinned. “I did the same thing this morning before we got on the road.”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “I’m not usually like this. I mean, sex with Billy and Marco?—”

“You’re going to have to stop reminding me that you work with someone you slept with,” Joey grumbled.

She giggled. “Jealous?”

He didn’t even bother to lie. “Insanely so.”

“Fine,” Lucy relented. “With those two ex-boyfriends, who shall remain nameless, the sex was nice, but I never had this desperate need to jump back into bed with either of them. Sex has never felt like something I would die without.”

Joey shook his head. “The fact you just described the sex asnicetells us exactly why you weren’t desperate.”

“Yeah. Well. I feel like I’m about to come out of my skin. It’s like there’s a lightning storm making me feel all staticky and fluttery.” Lucy bit her lip as she glanced toward the bathroom. “Maybe I should take a shower too.”

“No,” Miles said, louder than he’d intended.

She looked at him in surprise for a moment before anger set in. “So you guys are allowed to find relief, but I have to suffer?”

Joey rested his chin on her shoulder, nuzzling her cheek with his. “I’m sure that’s not what Miles is saying.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap,” she apologized. “I’m seriously regretting not packing any of my toys.”

“Why didn’t you?” Joey asked, amused.

“Um, because I’m never more than ten feet away from you guys in this RV, and like I said, sex isn’t something I’ve missed much the last few years. When I get an itch every few months, I scratch it, and then I’m good to go for a while.”

Joey reared back, shocked. “Every fewmonths?”

Lucy rolled her eyes.

As they talked, Miles stood there, fighting like the devil to get control of himself. He hadn’t told Lucy she couldn’t take a shower because he wanted her to suffer. He said it because hell would freeze over before he let her take care of herself.

Before he could talk himself out of what came next, Miles said, “You’re not taking care of your blue bean in the shower.” His gaze rested on Joey’s face, wondering if his friend would be on board for what he had in mind.

Then he snorted to himself. Ofcourse, Joey would be on board.

Miles moved toward the couch, tightening the towel around his waist before sitting down. “Joey is going to take care of you.”

Joey sat up straighter.

Miles was tired of pretending he didn’t want Lucy, tired of making excuses. Because they were starting to run dry. Even worse, they were starting to prove false. His fantasy in the shower proved he wasn’t as resistant to sharing Lucy with Joey as he’d thought.

He still wasn’t one hundred percent sure he could go all the way…but perhaps it was time to test the waters, see how deep he could go before the need to return to shore became too strong.

Miles nodded. “You are. We’re going to play a little game of Simon Says. We’ll call it Miles Says. I tell you what to do, Joey, and you do it.” Then he looked at Lucy. “And if I give any directions you don’t like, all you have to do is say so. Okay?”

Lucy readily agreed. “As long as this ends with me having an orgasm, I’m down for anything.”

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