Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
M iles 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’d never had 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 from all of 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.
He was going to get calluses on his hand at this point because the last two nights had been an experiment in sensual torture. Apparently, Joey and Lucy considered sleeping in the same bed the new norm, the two of them donning their pajamas, crawling beneath the covers, and then waiting for him to do the same. Which he did.
Then they spent hours making out like teenagers who’d just discovered what hormones do.
Kissing Lucy was quickly becoming Miles’s favorite thing ever. She kissed like she lived—all in and with exuberant joy. So yeah. He was a big fan of the kissing.
What he hadn’t anticipated was how much he also enjoyed being an observer. Voyeurism was a previously undiscovered kink for him. Typically, when Miles was kissing Lucy, Joey wasn’t content to sit on the sidelines, his friend always touching her in some way. Either stroking her hair, running his fingers over her body, placing soft kisses on the back of her neck.
It didn’t work that way for Miles when Joey was kissing her. His arousal was off the charts when he watched them together. He felt no attraction toward Joey, but he loved seeing him kiss their?—
Nope. Record scratch.
Lucy wasn’t theirs .
Miles lathered his face with shaving cream and tried to focus his attention on the task at hand. Nothing good would come from overanalyzing unwanted feelings.
Rhiannon had called twice since they’d left Stormy Weather Farm, but both times he’d sent the calls to voicemail. He should tell her to stop calling, tell her that he couldn’t be friends with her. Too much water had flowed under that bridge. The only reason he hadn’t picked up the phone was because the conversation was going to be a hard one, and he didn’t want to have it while Joey and Lucy were within earshot, which was pretty much always.
So instead, he shot off the same lame texts in response.
Busy. Talk later.
That was him. King of the Cop-outs.
He winced when he nicked himself with the razor.
“Shit,” he muttered, blotting the blood with a piece of toilet paper.
They’d gotten up extra early this morning so that they could get the driving part of their day over quickly. They had pulled into tonight’s RV park an hour earlier, hooking up the water and electric so that Miles could take a shower. Finishing up, he stepped out of the bathroom. The space was really too tiny to dress in comfortably, so he’d laid out his clothes in the bedroom. He’d taken two steps in that direction when he heard Lucy’s wolf whistle.
He turned around, grinning, until he spotted Lucy on Joey’s lap.
His dick twitched, the hand job he’d just given himself to blow off some steam forgotten like it had never happened. It could not be good for his health to live with a hard-on twenty-four seven.
Miles changed direction, walking toward them. “What’s going on out here?”
Lucy pointed to her laptop on the table in front of her. “I was trying to upload my new Kiss and Tell episode, but Joey keeps distracting me.”
“If you don’t want to be distracted, you need to stop looking so adorable.” Joey’s arm was wrapped around her middle, holding her in place when she playfully squirmed. Her attempts to rise were merely for show because it didn’t look to Miles like she really wanted to get off Joey’s lap.
When she wiggled her ass again, Miles caught Joey’s wince. Clearly, his friend was suffering from the same prolonged erection problem.
Lucy stopped moving, sighing deeply.
“What’s wrong?” Miles asked.
She closed the lid on her laptop, her gaze drifting down to his towel.
He probably should have gotten dressed before venturing out here because this was the first time he’d revealed so much of his body to her. He hadn’t even slept shirtless—though that was his norm at home—donning lounge pants and a soft cotton tee both nights before their make-out sessions. While Lucy’s hands had slipped beneath his shirt to touch him, she hadn’t seen his bare chest.
“I think I might sleep in my own bed tonight,” she said softly.
Joey made a buzzer sound. “Wrong.”
Miles schooled his features, trying hard not to acknowledge how disappointed he was that she wanted to call a halt to their kissing adventure, even though he’d just been thinking the exact same thing.
“Joey…” she started, turning to look at him over her shoulder.
“Why?” Joey asked.
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 like that he 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 as nice tells 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 few months ?”
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. Of course , 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.”
Joey groaned. “Maybe don’t say anything because I’m painting way too many pretty pictures in my head, Luce.”
Miles was too, and he planned to kill two birds with this stone—exploring his newfound interest in voyeurism while determining how far they could take this thing.
“Stand up, Joe.”
Miles was slightly surprised when Joey did exactly as asked. His best friend was an easygoing guy, but he’d been around him enough to know he wasn’t the type to follow orders blindly. His take-charge nature was one of the reasons he excelled as host of ManPower . He was very good at leading their guests in the direction he needed them to go.
Since Lucy had been on Joey’s lap, she stood as well, both of them looking at him, waiting for his next command.
Fuck if that wasn’t a heady thing.
Moment of truth.
“Take off her shirt.”
None of them had shed any clothing the past two nights, all of them wearing tops and bottoms to bed. Lucy’s cheeks pinkened, but she didn’t demur when Joey reached for the hem of her thin sweater and pulled it over her head.
Miles took a second, sucking in some much-needed air as he studied Lucy in her pretty floral bra. Her wardrobe was as colorful as her personality. She was a fan of bright colors and bold patterns, so it shouldn’t be surprising her underwear was the same. Her bra was adorned with pastel flowers and was one of those with half-cup deals that pushed her tits up perfectly.
He lifted one leg, resting his ankle on his knee, hoping that position shielded just how hard his dick was. He adjusted the towel, but there was no hiding the tent he’d pitched.
Joey raised his hands, clearly intent on cupping Lucy’s breasts.
Miles stopped him midway. “I didn’t tell you to touch her yet.”
Joey glanced at him with narrowed eyes, unhappy about being denied his treat.
“Lift her bra straps over her shoulders, let them fall down her arms.” Miles was confident gravity would take care of the rest.
Joey shifted one strap, then the other, and as Miles expected, her bra dropped enough to reveal the tops of her pink areolas. The bra might have fallen completely if not for her nipples. They were budded tight, so the material caught.
“Tug her bra down, Joey, until it’s just under her tits.”
Joey had the bra down before Miles had even finished making the demand.
Lucy’s hands raised, like she intended to cover herself. Then she reconsidered and dropped them back to her sides.
“Good girl,” Miles praised, recalling the way she’d responded to him calling her little girl a couple nights earlier.
Her breathy whimper was music to his ears.
Miles gestured to Lucy with a nod of his head. “Cup her breasts, Joey. Suck on those pretty nipples.”
Joey bent his head, squeezing one of her tits in his hand, drawing the nipple into his mouth as Lucy’s head fell back and her eyes drifted shut.
Miles watched for several moments, captivated by the two of them together, suddenly understanding how much he missed when it was just him alone in bed with a lover. There were so many fascinating facial expressions and physical reactions Miles had never noticed because he was too wrapped up in his own arousal.
Watching the two of them allowed him to not only see but hear things he’d never observed before, like Lucy’s soft whimpers, the rise and fall of her chest as she struggled to breathe, the heaviness of her eyelids that drifted closed only to rise again whenever Joey did something different. She was literally the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
After a minute or two, Miles cleared his throat. “Unfasten her jeans.”
Lucy took a shivery breath that he didn’t mistake for fear. Miles was intent on soaking up every detail of her deep-seated need, studying it closely for future reference.
Joey unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, tugging them down as Lucy’s hands flew up, gripping his thick, muscular arms, her fingers digging in.
Joey shoved the denim as far as her knees, and Miles noticed he hadn’t taken her panties down with it.
Miles knew how much Joey wanted this, knew that his friend was viewing what was happening here very differently from him and Lucy. While neither Miles nor Lucy could see a way for this to work in the long-term, Joey, the confident bastard, refused to agree.
It was then that Miles understood why Joey was playing along. He was being careful to take this at a pace both Miles and Lucy could be comfortable with, unwilling to do anything that might spook them.
He couldn’t decide if he was annoyed or impressed by his friend’s cleverness.
“Lift her up on the edge of the table.” Miles tried to remain apart, tried to keep his participation to that of narrator, but when Joey grasped Lucy’s waist, placing her on the table before stepping between her outstretched thighs, he lost the battle. Slipping his hand beneath the towel, Miles wrapped his fist around his thick cock. He didn’t stroke, merely holding it instead.
“You’ve been such a good girl,” Miles said to Lucy. “So patient, even though you’ve been hurting. Stroke her clit, Joey. Reward her for not touching what belongs to us.”
Joey released a guttural groan that was one of the hungriest sounds Miles had ever heard. He’d been a fool to use the word us because he’d just triggered a key part of Joey’s desires.
Lucy jerked as if zapped by electricity when Joey dipped a finger beneath her panties and ran the tip over her clit.
“Please,” she whispered, when his featherlight touch continued. “More.”
Joey didn’t give in to her request. Instead, his gaze drifted over to Miles. It was the first time his friend had looked at him since they’d begun the game. He took in everything at a glance. Miles’s clenched jaw, his labored breathing, his hand gripping his cock—hidden from view by the towel.
“What next?” Joey asked, his voice husky.
Miles held his gaze. “Finger her. Give her what she needs.”
Joey responded like a captive man freed from his bonds. He slipped her panties down, stroking up and down her slit, his fingers slick from her undeniable arousal.
Lucy began to tremble, her hands still locked around Joey’s biceps in a white-knuckle grip.
She groaned softly when Joey pushed two fingers inside her.
It was several seconds before Miles realized he’d begun rubbing his cock at the same speed Joey was fucking Lucy with his fingers. He was matching him stroke for stroke, imagining and wishing he was inside her.
“So wet and hot,” Joey murmured, his lips brushing the side of Lucy’s cheek, not kissing her as much as rubbing his face against hers. “So fucking tight.”
When Joey added the last description, Miles clenched his dick harder, added more force. He liked rough sex, liked his pleasure to include a taste of pain.
Lucy shifted on the table, pushing herself harder onto Joey’s fingers. Her cheeks were red with exertion, her body writhing, her whimpers and moans the only sound in the RV.
“Add another finger,” Miles demanded through clenched teeth, as he increased the speed of his hand job.
“Ahh!” Lucy cried out, her tone telling Miles that Joey had obeyed him.
“Fuck, honey. You’re so sweet, so perfect. You’re almost there,” Joey whispered in her ear. “Come for us. Show us how pretty you are when you come. Let Miles watch you gush all over my fingers.”
Jesus. Christ.
Joey had been relatively quiet during all of this, letting Miles take the lead. Listening to his deep voice, hearing his dirty talk…
It was working for Miles.
What the hell was going on? Miles’s mind was at war with his body because while he kept thinking he shouldn’t like this, shouldn’t want this, his dick was all-fucking-in.
“Oh my God.” Lucy’s body responded to Joey’s demands. Her back arched as she cried out Joey’s name. Then Miles’s.
The moment his name flew from her lips, Miles was a goner, his climax striking hard.
“So. Fucking. Good .” He used his free hand to catch his come, some of it splashing against the towel. He was going to need another shower.
The second his climax waned, his brain kicked in, and he tried to convince himself what they’d just done was a far cry from actual sex. For one thing, Joey was fully dressed, and Miles covered by the towel. Not that nudity was his problem, necessarily. He and Joey had been traveling together a couple of years now and sharing an apartment during the off months, so it wasn’t like they hadn’t seen each other’s junk. The difference was, they’d never seen each other with an erection.
In his mind, sex was meant to be shared between two people.
Now, he was forced to reconsider that idea. Because what they’d just done?
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.
They were good together.