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The image of Joey and Lucy together sent Miles over the edge as well, his hips pistoning as he took her at her word, giving her exactly what she’d asked for.

Lucy came a split second behind him, her body jolting so roughly he had to grip her waist to keep himself inside. Miles’s vision went black for a few seconds as he filled the condom, hoping the damn thing could hold it all because he’d never come this much.

The three of them remained frozen in place. Lucy’s head rested on Joey’s thigh again, his now-soft dick close to her face as he clumsily patted her hair. His head was still thrown back against the headboard, his eyes shut, as he tried to catch his breath.

Miles remained tucked inside Lucy, not ready to give up the warmth of her body.

For several minutes, they stayed just like that. Miles wasn’t even sure if Lucy and Joey were awake. She stirred slightly when Miles forced himself to withdraw, and Joey lifted his head as soon as he felt Miles’s weight leave the mattress.

Miles walked to the bathroom, where he disposed of the condom and washed his hands and face. When he returned to the bedroom, Joey and Lucy had shifted, though not much. Joey was now lying down, Lucy tucked against his chest.

A sharp pain pierced his heart as he faced the future that loomed before him. One where neither of these people were in his bed.

He climbed onto the mattress but they didn’t stir.

Miles lay on his back, staring at the ceiling for a long time as they slept. Too many things were rattling around in his brain for him to find peace. Considering the long drive that lay ahead of them, he’d pay for the lack of sleep tomorrow.

His frustration over everything he was about to lose grew until his chest ached with helplessness. Feeling the need for control over one tiny fucking part of his life, he decided to take charge of what he could. Ready to do something he should have done weeks ago.

Carefully climbing out of bed, he tiptoed out of the room, sitting down at the table and opening his laptop.

It was nearly two a.m. in Texas, so he opted to say what he needed to in an email rather than by text or phone call because Rhiannon would most likely be asleep.

He considered waiting until morning and calling, but they were getting on the road early for the first day of three nine-hour drives, and he wanted this over withnow. And he didn’t feel the least bit bad about doing it in email instead of in person or over the phone because the second time Rhiannon had dumped him, it was via a note written on the back of a take-out menu.

Firing up his email, he said all the things he should have told her when she called him that first night three weeks earlier. He told her they both needed to move on, and to do that, they couldn’t be friends, couldn’t beanythingto each other. He asked her to stop texting and calling, then told her he hoped she would be happy—because hedidwant that for her—even if it wasn’t something they could find together.

Miles prayed the email would be the end of things, but he knew her well enough to know Rhiannon wouldn’t accept his words at face value. She’d launch into all the reasons why they should and could be just friends because she’d done it before. Whywouldn’tshe think she could wear him down? He hadn’t exactly gone out of his way not to look like a fucking pushover, letting her slip under his defenses too many times in the past.

Hitting send, he closed the lid to the laptop, blocked Rhiannon’s number on his phone, and returned to the bedroom, looking down at the two most important people in his life.

A wave of sorrow washed through him at the thought of walking away from Lucy in a few days.

Apparently, his life was never going to beKiss and Tell.

It would always be Hit and Miss.

ChapterThirteen

Lucy tried to ignore the ever-growing ache in her stomach as they crept closer and closer to Northern Virginia. It had been a long journey back, traveling halfway across the country, while the three of them continued to exist in their little bubble, none of them talking about what happened next. Probably because they all knew, even if they didn’t want to say it aloud.

Last night had been theirlastnight. Lucy ran her fingertips over her lower lip as she closed her eyes and replayed it in her mind.

Joey and Miles had taken turns removing her clothing, kissing, licking, and stroking every inch of newly bared skin. She’d never felt so adored, so worshipped, so… God, almost powerful. Being with them was a heady experience. Especially when Joey eased her back on the bed, kneeling on the floor between her outstretched legs. He’d given her three orgasms with just his tongue and fingers, playing her body like a concert violinist, hitting all the right notes and driving her to heights she’d never reached before. Her body still tingled at the memory.

When he rose, Miles stepped forward, pressing his impressively thick cock inside her. Normally, Miles was a slow, thorough lover, but last night was on another plane entirely as he pounded into her body like a man hoping to imprint himself on her—inher. She was fairly certain it had worked because she swore she could still feel him inside her today.

She lost count of how many orgasms they’d given her throughout the night. After Miles finished, Joey was there to take his place. They’d woken her up two more times during the night and repeated the whole heavenly process.

The triptoTexas had been exciting and fun, and she barely recalled the hours spent on the road as they’d talked about anything and everything under the sun. She had never shared so much of herself, never felt comfortable doing so. That wasn’t a problem with Joey and Miles because they listened to all her stories with genuine interest. Then they offered her the same, giving her their own secrets and dreams.

This return journey had been more brutal, nine hours of driving each day with only brief stops to eat. They still passed the time by talking, but the stories were less personal, more of the surface-y stuff, like favorite movies, books, and shows, gossip about other people in their lives. Lucy wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not, but it felt as if they’d slowly started distancing themselves so the goodbyes wouldn’t be as painful.

As if.

While their conversations had dwindled, the same wasn’t true for the language they spoke with their bodies. The closer they got to Gracemont, the stronger the sexual tension grew, all of them painfully aware that time was running out.

By the time they pulled into the campsite each night, they clashed together, a rush of kisses, touches, fucking. Some nights, they didn’t come up for air until late, not eating dinner until well after ten and always in bed, where they took turns feeding each other.

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