Page 65 of Kiss and Tell

Miles wanted to do it again.

No, he wanted to do that and more. Much, much more.

None of them spoke, the silence between them dragging out. Miles suspected Joey was too afraid to break the spell to say anything, and Lucy, quite frankly, was still trying to catch her breath.

As for him…he didn’t know what to say. He’d been the biggest naysayer, the one insisting this couldn’t happen.

He pulled his hand free from the towel, rising. “I need a minute to clean up.” He pierced them with a gaze. “Don’t move.”

Lucy nodded, while Joey frowned, clearly anticipating kickback.

He hated that his friend’s mind had gone there, though he could hardly blame him. Miles had been fighting against this tooth and nail.

He quickly walked to the bathroom, washing his hands before grabbing a clean towel. He tossed the old one in the corner. He’d deal with that later. He didn’t want to leave Joey and Lucy alone for too long.

Once the clean towel was wrapped securely around his hips, he returned to the main living space of the RV. Lucy had risen from the table. Joey had washed his hands in the kitchen sink and was now helping her pull up her jeans. She’d already pulled her bra up and her thin sweater back on.

Miles should probably put some clothes on, but he didn’t want to take the time. He gestured to the table, each of them claiming a seat.

“Miles—” Joey started.

He lifted his hand, cutting him off. He had a pretty good idea how Joey felt about what happened, so Lucy was his main concern. “You okay?”

Her cheeks were still a faint pink, her eyes somewhat glassy. It must have been one hell of an orgasm.

“Yeah. I… I didn’t expect… I didn’t know…” She blinked a few times, searching for the words. In the end, she just shrugged. “That was freaking amazing.”

Miles laughed. The sudden loud, joyous sound taking Joey by surprise.

“Miles?” he said again.

“Freaking amazing,” Miles said to his best friend, grinning widely.

Joey released a long, slow, steady breath, looking like a balloon slowly deflating. “I was worried I had pushed…” He paused.

Miles knew exactly what he was worried about. “You do remember I was the one who started that, right?”

Joey gave him a small grin. “The three of us are good together.”

He’d been saying that since the night he’d watched Miles and Lucy dance, and Miles knew he hadn’t been honest about his feelings. He’d continually brushed the words aside, refusing to acknowledge them.

Even now, he couldn’t take those final steps, getting to the place where Joey hoped they’d end up.

“I still think we should take things slowly,” Miles said, glancing at Lucy. “At whatever pace you’re comfortable with.”

She gave them a wicked grin. “Slow is okay, but a hard and fast pace works a hell of a lot better.”

They laughed, then stood up and started fighting over what to make for dinner.

While they playfully debated which meal was easy to make, yet still tasty—soup and sandwiches or frozen pizza—Miles found himself replaying Joey’s words.

Theyweregood together.

ChapterTen

“Mmm.” Lucy rolled to her back and lifted her hands above her head when the alarm went off. “Morning.”

She giggled when Joey’s hand slipped under her pajama top to cup her breast, tweaking the nipple. Last night, they’d reverted to simply making out for a little while before curling up to sleep. She’d begun using one of her guys as a pillow, resting her cheek on their chest, her arm wrapped around their waist, while the other one spooned her.

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