Page 66 of Kiss and Tell

At home, she had a full-sized bed all to herself. She’d always thought that was the most comfortable way to sleep, but she was wrong. Dead wrong. She was already dreading returning to the farm and sleeping alone.

Lucy had expressed her concerns about taking things to the next level, but as the nights passed with her as the cream filling in a sexy man sandwich, her restraint was gone. She loved being the center of attention, the recipient of their touches and kisses and dirty talk.

She wasn’t sure she’d ever had anyone pay so much attention to her. That wasn’t a complaint against her family. It was just that she’d been one of many, many kids growing up on the same farm. Between that and her parents’ contentious marriage, Mom’s desertion, then Mom and Dad’s untimely deaths, Lucy had stopped being a kid around the age of eight, taking on more and more adult responsibilities. Whenever Mom and Dad fought, Lucy rounded up her younger sisters, taking them outside to play or to Grandma’s house for a snack, anywhere they would be out of earshot of the arguments.

After her parents died, Lucy’s sense of responsibility was already well-entrenched, and while Grandma and Granddaddy were excellent caregivers, she’d tried to lighten the load as much as she could because they were older and hadn’t expected to spend their golden years raising four little girls. When Grandma was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, then Granddaddy with cancer, Lucy had tried once more to bear the brunt of the duties. She was determined her sisters should have as comfortable a life as she could give them.

She couldn’t ever recall a time whenshewas someone’s primary, sole focus, when there was someone taking care ofher. The past week with Miles and Joey had given her that, made her feel special, happy, and best of all, carefree. With them, she could let go because she knew they were there, watching out for her, giving her things she never would have asked for on her own.

Her physical attraction to both men had flashed hot from the day they’d met, burning brighter the longer they were together. She’d held back at the farm, making the typical excuses, like she didn’t know them well enough or—the biggie—she couldn’t have both.

Obviously, she’d heard the term menage a trois before. She’d read a few polyamory romance novels from Mila’s stash of books, but she’d always placed that concept in the column titled fiction. She’d never met anyone who was part of a committed threesome. God, she suspected such a relationship would set the sleepy town of Gracemont on its ear.

Lucy had adopted the mindset that everything happening on the road was a break from reality. One where she could indulge in kisses and a dream job and travel without any repercussions. And while she was enjoying every second, she was also careful to remain cognizant that this wasn’t something she could hold on to forever.

Because she had responsibilities at home—to the farm and to her family.

Because she had a job—a real one at the brewery.

Because she hadn’t known these men more than two weeks, so these feelings she had couldn’t be anything more than fondness wrapped up in a healthy layer of lust.

Because this wasn’t the real world. At least, notherreal world.

She worked hard to convince herself that, one day, when she was old and gray, she would look back on this grand adventure—the trip and the men—with nothing but fond memories and without an ounce of regret.

Or at least…she hoped so.

Miles stirred at the sound of her voice and the alarm Joey turned off. He twisted to his side, smiling at her.

Lucy hadn’t realized just how much Miles had been holding back during those first two nights of kissing. Not until last night, when he came to bed, drew her into his rock-hard embrace, and kissed her senseless. He’d turned a corner during their interlude after his shower, his reserve all but gone.

They were all mostly clothed. She was in her pajamas, while Miles and Joey had opted to sleep in lounge pants. Last night was the first that they’d eschewed wearing T-shirts. It had given Lucy the perfect opportunity to explore their chests. Miles’s was smooth and bare, his dark skin silk over steel. Meanwhile, Joey’s chest was hairy. Not gorilla levels, but there was enough there for her to play with.

“How’s the blue bean today?” Miles asked, grinning as he used her expression.

She sighed. “It’s a chronic condition, I’m afraid. Treatable, but not curable.”

Joey chuckled behind her. “Sounds dire.”

“Not really. Because apparently all I need to do is take a shower,” she teased.

Miles narrowed his eyes. “Thought we established that wasnotthe answer for you.”

Joey tsked. “Sounds like we might need to teach our girl another lesson.”

“Yes please,” she replied enthusiastically.

Miles laughed. “Hard to punish the willing. Besides, we don’t have enough time. We need to be on the road in the next hour. Got that meeting with Hank Cooper set for lunchtime, and Maris is still four hours away.”

Lucy sighed. “Spoilsport.”

Miles cupped her cheek, giving her a soft kiss. “Remember you said that after.”

She frowned. “After what?”

Miles moved before she’d finished asking her question, ducking under the covers. Her pajama bottoms and panties were off within seconds. Then Miles lay between her outstretched thighs.

“Punishment takes time to do right. But this little bean…” Miles stroked her clit with his thumb. “Well, I think we established that we can fix it up in minutes. Besides, I didn’t get a taste yesterday.”

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