Chapter 16
Joey stepped out of the car, smiling when he spotted Lucy and her sisters standing on the front porch.
He suffered a serious case of déjà vu when Lucy yelled, “You’re here!”
He turned to look at Miles, his expression suddenly serious.
“You okay, man?” Miles asked.
“It’s her,” Joey whispered.
Miles glanced past Lucy, obviously confused by who Joey was talking about. “Her who?”
Joey watched their petite strawberry-blonde descend the stairs, walking in their direction with a huge smile on her face. She wore painted-on blue jeans with a deep purple sweater under her brown leather jacket. Her hair was loose and hanging over her shoulders, the way he loved it. Just like the first day he’d met her, she was wearing her favorite pair of Doc Martens, the ones covered in pink and purple flowers.
“Joey?” Miles prodded.
He grinned, unable look away from her. “The woman we’re going to marry,” he replied, fixing the pronoun from that first day they were here, when he’d made the same pronouncement.
Miles laughed. “Yeah, I think we are.”
Joey rolled his eyes. “No thinking about it.” Then he turned and headed toward Lucy, who picked up her pace, now racing across the yard.
He’d just gotten his arms open as she reached him, leaping into his embrace. He didn’t have a chance to say a single word before her lips were on his, and she was kissing him like he was the very air she breathed.
Joey had anticipated things starting much differently, with he and Miles sitting her down to roll out all their reasons why she should leave the farm and come with them. Failing that, their backup plan was to chisel out definite ways to make a long-distance relationship work. Either way, the two of them had decided on the way here that they weren’t leaving without Lucy in their lives, however they could get her.
When they parted, Joey smiled, then picked her up and spun her, just as he had the day she’d told them she was coming on the road with them.
“You’re hogging her,” Miles complained, when Joey placed her back on her feet.
Lucy laughed as she disengaged from his arms, giving Miles the same warm—okay, scorching—welcome. Joey spared a glance toward the front porch, where all three of Lucy’s sisters were smiling widely. Given the lack of surprise on their faces about the hardcore kisses Lucy was planting on them, he’d guess she had come clean about their change in status from just travel buddies to travel buddies with benefits.
With any luck today, they’d be upgrading that status again to boyfriend/girlfriend/boyfriend.
Joey waved at them when they caught him looking. Mila and Nora returned the wave, while Remi simply grinned and gave him two thumbs-up.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” Miles said, when he and Lucy parted.
She giggled. “We saw each other five days ago.”
“Felt like forever,” Miles grumbled.
Joey silently rejoiced when Lucy replied, “Tell me about it.”
Unable to keep his hands to himself, now that she was so close, Joey stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist while she faced his best friend. Miles had taken hold of one of her hands so he could kiss every single one of her fingertips.
“Why are you here?” she asked.
Miles countered her question with one of his own. “What’s the suitcase for?”
As they’d driven up, Joey had noticed her backpack, laptop, camera case, and suitcase all piled up beside her on the porch, and he was wondered the same thing.
“I was about to take a little trip,” Lucy said coyly. Given the playfulness of her tone, Joey thought he had a good idea where she’d been headed.
“Oh yeah? Where are you off to?” Joey asked, as he placed a kiss on the top of her head.
“Oh, you know. Here and there.” She was deliberately keeping her answers vague to tease them. “So, it’s a surprise to see the two of you here.”
While Joey got a kick out of their silly back-and-forth, Miles clearly wasn’t in the mood to play. He’d been chomping at the bit ever since they’d woken up this morning, ready to get here and get things settled. Joey was glad he’d been the one driving because there was no question Miles would have broken every speed limit in his haste.
“We know we don’t have a right to ask you to leave your home and your family, Lucy, but we’re doing it anyway. You belong with us . On the road. We film our show, you film yours, and then we head on to the next city. World travelers. Together.” Miles was still holding her hand, and as he spoke, he pulled it to his chest, her palm resting flat against his heart.
“You want me to come with you?”
Joey couldn’t see her face clearly, but he could hear the joy and maybe a touch of disbelief in her tone.
“We don’t work without you, honey,” Joey admitted. “We’ve spent the last five days just going through the motions. You didn’t just take your girly underwear and questionable cooking skills with you when you left. You took all the fun, all the happiness, all the life right out of us.”
“I have zero questions about my cooking skills,” she said. “They suck. As for the rest…”
Joey hated the pause, so he filled the silence with the words they should have said to her the last time they were together.
“I love you, Lucy,” Joey murmured in her ear. His gaze lifted to Miles. He’d been deliberate to keep his words just about him. Because it wasn’t his place to speak for his friend when it came to something as meaningful as this.
“You love me?” she whispered, looking over her shoulder.
“ We love you,” Miles stressed, smiling at Joey as he said it.
“Oh God,” Lucy breathed.
She started to say more, but Joey wanted to make sure all their cards were on the table first. “And even if you don’t want to leave the farm and your family, we’ll find a way to make this work, become farmers ourselves if that’s what it takes because this— you —are what we want.”
“I want that too,” Lucy admitted, smiling. “So much.”
Joey whooped, picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder.
Lucy half-heartedly beat on his back. “Put me down, you lunatic!”
Joey turned instead, heading toward the porch.
“What are you doing?” she asked, the shameless woman getting back a bit of her own by cupping his ass and squeezing as he walked.
Joey placed a firm smack on her ass in retaliation, chuckling at the wide-eyed, yet not horrified looks on her sisters’ faces. Well, two faces. Remi was laughing so hard she was doubled over. “We’re going to steal the keys to one of the cabins and figure out our future…in bed.”
“Hey, Joey, Miles,” Mila said, when they reached the porch.
Lucy wiggled as if to get down. Foolish woman. He didn’t intend to let go of her until he had a promise that she would never—NEVER—walk away from them again. Sure, they’d been the ones to drive off this mountain, but only because he’d seen that shimmer of tears in her eyes, and he’d refused to make her cry.
“Hi. Mila, I was wondering if there were any cabins available for a week or two,” Joey asked.
“Week or two?” Lucy asked, twisting and trying to lift herself up with her hands on his back.
Joey turned his head to look at her. “Yeah. Going to take us at least that long to make up for the past five days.”
“Wow,” Nora said softly.
“The cabin you guys stayed in before is vacant.” Mila opened the screen door. “Let me go grab the key for you.”
“These are Lucy’s things,” Remi pointed out helpfully. “She’s all packed and ready for you.”
“But only if you put me down,” Lucy insisted. “I’m getting dizzy!”
Joey placed her on her feet, keeping a steadying hand on her elbow. “Just being careful. Don’t want to lose you again.”
The huge smile that filled Lucy’s face went a long way toward erasing the last bit of doubt he harbored over her feelings.
“Never going to happen,” she promised.
Joey swore he could hear both of her sisters sighing happily.
Mila came out of the house, key in hand. Miles stepped forward to take it from her, then grabbed Lucy’s bags—all of them.
“I don’t need the laptop and camera case,” she said.
Miles didn’t put them down. “We’ll take them, just in case we feel the need to start working on our Kiss and Tell video.”
This time, there was no doubt as to what Joey heard, as all three of Lucy’s sisters all but swooned.
“Lu,” Mila whispered, smiling almost as widely as her big sis.
Lucy took Joey’s hand. “Come on.” As the three of them walked to the car, Lucy called out over her shoulder. “I’ll text you guys later.”
“Much later,” Joey added, which prompted laughter from the front porch.
They threw Lucy’s luggage in the trunk with theirs before climbing into the car. Joey shot Miles a pretend scowl in the rearview mirror when he claimed the backseat with Lucy. “I’m playing chauffeur?” he griped.
Miles hummed as he curled Lucy into his arms, cupping her cheek. “Mm-hmm. And take your time.” That was when Miles began to kiss her.
Screw that, Joey thought as he kicked up dust driving too fast along the country lane. It only took a few minutes to arrive at the cabin, and Joey felt strangely at home the moment he saw it. While they’d stayed here less than a week, this was the place where they’d shared their first kiss with Lucy, the cabin feeling like the spot where his life truly began.
“Let’s grab our stuff,” Miles suggested as he walked to the trunk. “Something tells me once we get inside, we’re not coming out for a while.”
Joey slapped his friend on the back. “You got that right.”
They each pulled their suitcases into the cabin, backpacks and duffels slung over their shoulders. He and Miles had packed enough for at least a few weeks, neither of them sure how their suit of Lucy would progress. Given her initial reaction to their arrival, Joey was optimistic that they’d wildly overpacked.
Once inside, Lucy started to tug her suitcase toward one of the bedrooms, and while Joey liked where her head was at—A LOT—he wanted to get the talking part over first. Because while they’d told her how they felt, he couldn’t help but notice she hadn’t shared her feelings. Not only that, but when they offered to be farmers, she hadn’t exactly said no.
Joey had missed her like crazy, and while his cock was protesting the delay, he’d waited too damn long—thirty-seven years too long—to get to this point. He needed to be sure he was where he thought he was.
Lucy turned, surprised when he grasped her hand away from the suitcase, pulling her toward the couch instead.
“Wouldn’t the bedroom be more comfortable?” she asked with an adorable grin.
“It would, and we’ll get there. But I think we should talk for a few minutes.”
Lucy sighed. “Okay. But…just so you know…blue bean.”
The three of them laughed as Joey led her to the center of the couch, Miles claiming one side, Joey the other. A month ago, they were in these exact same spots, a million miles away from Joey’s hopes and dreams for their future.
Right now, he prayed they weren’t more than a few steps.
“Where were you going, honey?” Joey asked, tilting his head toward her suitcase.
“To Baltimore.”
Best. Answer. Ever.
Miles placed a kiss on her shoulder. “Oh yeah? What changed your mind? Because you were dead set on staying on this farm a few days ago.”
“My sisters changed my mind,” she responded. “Or maybe it’s more accurate to say they showed me the error of my thinking.”
“Is it the threesome thing?” Joey asked. “Are you worried what people will say?”
Lucy was shaking her head before he finished his questions. “Not at all.”
Joey tilted his head, trying to decide if she meant that or if she was saying it just because she thought that was what he wanted to hear.
“I swear.” She drew a cross over her heart.
“What were you thinking about wrong?” Miles asked.
It made sense to Joey that Miles would home in on those words. He’d admitted on the way to the farm this morning that most of his issues with Rhiannon stemmed from his own wrong thinking or—as he described it—stubbornness. His heart wouldn’t let her go, so it fooled his head into thinking he’d moved on and could handle being just friends, especially if that was the only way he could have her. It wasn’t until his heart truly let go that he could see he’d never given up on her, not once in all these years.
Lucy’s response to his question was simple, though confusing. “I was wrong about my reasons for not leaving.”
“I thought you were staying for your family, for your job,” Joey said.
Lucy shook her head. “Those were the excuses I used to avoid admitting the truth.”
Miles twisted, crossing his ankle under his leg, facing her more fully. Joey did the same.
Lucy reclined slightly, resting her head on the back of the couch, looking toward the ceiling. “You know that my mom left for a year, right before she passed away.”
“We know that,” Miles confirmed.
“When she came back at the end of that year, I thought she planned to stay, that she was home for good. I was so excited. I started planning to do all those things we did before she left. Elaborate tea parties, thousand-piece puzzles with pictures of far-off places, traipsing around the farm taking pictures. My mom was an incredible photographer. She taught me all sorts of things about composition, color, lighting, stuff like that. I think those lessons tapped into my creative side and led to my interest in videography.”
“Sounds like she was a good mom,” Joey said, somewhat hesitantly. He knew Lucy’s mom deserted the family, but listening to Lucy talk about her now, it was clear she’d loved the woman.
Lucy started to nod but stopped. “She was my best friend. When I was little, I swore I was going to grow up to be just like her.”
Suddenly, things were becoming clearer. A quick glance at Miles proved he was putting two and two together as well.
“Lucy—” Joey started
She sat up straighter, cutting him off. “No one in my family has ever left. I mean, look at us. All adult children, all still living on the farm. And that doesn’t even feel strange because they love it there, love being home, working the land, running the businesses.”
“Weren’t you happy here?” Miles asked.
“If you’d asked me a month ago, I would have said yes without a bit of hesitation. And I can see that I was happy enough . Then I went on the road with you guys, and I realized my true happiness can’t be found on this farm. But I was afraid if I left…” Lucy ran her fingers through her hair, toying with the ends.
“You thought that made you like your mother?” Joey was trying to put the pieces together.
“She left us. I should hate her for that.” Lucy’s voice cracked.
“Should?” Miles pointed out the same word Joey was hung up on. “Lucy, you don’t have to feel one way or another about your mom. You can feel it all. Any emotion that works for you. If you don’t hate her, then great. If you love her, great. If you could care less, also great.”
Lucy grimaced. “She died when I was ten, you would think I’d have sorted my shit out regarding Mom.”
Joey reached out and took her hand. “No. I don’t think you’ve had the time. Jesus, honey. You lost both your parents when you were a kid. As the big sister, you thought it was up to you to help take care of your younger siblings. Then your grandma got dementia—more caregiving. She died. More grieving. Your grandfather got cancer.”
“More caregiving,” she whispered. “More grieving.”
Miles leaned toward her, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. “Leaving with us obviously triggered some latent feelings you have regarding your mother.”
“Before she left, my family had all sorts of nicknames for me. Always calling me Mom’s mini-me or Little Diana. Aunt Claire always used to joke and say stuff like ‘Oh, there’s Diana and her shadow.’ And Granddaddy used to claim I was the spit of her—said we were mirror images of each other. When she left, they stopped saying those things. I don’t think they did it intentionally or to be mean. I think they were trying to protect me, trying not to remind me she wasn’t here. But the thing is…”
Joey’s heart ached for the young girl trying to find her way after losing her role model. “When they stopped using those nicknames, you took that as a negative thing. As their way of telling you not to be like her.”
Lucy seemed surprised that he got it. “I thought if I left the farm, maybe my family would look at me differently.”
Miles shook his head. “Lucy.”
She raised her hand. “I know that’s not true. Deep inside, I know it. Now. My sisters helped me see the light. And then they helped me pack.”
Joey grinned. “I’m adding their names to my Christmas gift list.”
“I didn’t lie to you guys when I said the trip we took was the best time of my life,” Lucy added. “It showed me just how big the difference between genuine happiness and happy enough really is. They’re worlds apart.”
“I like knowing I helped you discover that,” Miles said. “Because God knows you did the same for me.”
Lucy tilted her head. “Rhiannon?”
“I talked to her last night. She drove down to Baltimore,” Miles confessed.
Lucy’s eyes widened. “Wow. Those don’t sound like the actions of a woman who just wants to be friends.”
Miles chuckled. “You’re right. They don’t.”
“What did you say to her?” Lucy asked.
“I said it was over. Then walked away. For good.”
Lucy smiled widely, throwing her leg over Miles’s so she was straddling him. “Good for you.” She gave him a quick, hard kiss. Then peered over at Joey. “And good for us.”
Miles gripped her ass, pushing her more firmly against his crotch. “Goddamn, I’ve missed you.”
Lucy wrapped her arms around Miles’s neck, bending her head to expand on the first kiss. Joey leaned his side against the back of the couch, soaking in the sight of the two of them. He’d foolishly let Miles convince him to walk away from this, from Lucy. He would never make that mistake again.
He’d known since the night he saw the two of them dancing in Whiskey Abbey that this was meant to be. There was no going back now.
Miles and Lucy kissed for several minutes, but Joey didn’t attempt to join, happy to simply watch for now. When they parted, Lucy looked over at him, clearly surprised to find him still on the other side of the couch. Her reaction made sense. Miles was the one who typically played voyeur, Joey too tactile to remain apart without touching.
“So what were you going to say when you got to Baltimore?” he asked.
Lucy shifted off Miles’s lap, crawling along the couch to him. Once she’d straddled his lap, she gave him a soft kiss on the side of his lips. “I was going to beg you to let me join you on the road again. I want to be adventurous.”
“I like the idea of you begging,” Joey purred. “Wonder if we can get you to do that for us now.”
Lucy gave him a breathy laugh. “I don’t think you’ll have to try too hard.”
“Ah, right,” he said with a grin. “Blue bean.”
“Can we go to the bedroom now?” she asked, her tone part whine, part desperation.
Joey rose with her in his arms, juggling her with his hands on her ass, making sure she was secure before heading toward the room. “Hell yeah.”
Miles followed, the two of them working together to strip Lucy out of every piece of clothing.
Joey stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her midsection so that he could cup her breasts, lifting them up. “Give Miles a taste,” he murmured in her ears.
Goose bumps erupted on her flesh as Lucy shivered with need, then she arched her back slightly, pushing her tits closer to Miles.
He sucked her nipples into his mouth, drawing on them roughly, betraying his own arousal.
Lucy gasped as Miles increased the pressure, but she didn’t try to pull away. If anything, she inched closer. “Missed you so much,” she said, her hands gripping the back of his head, holding him tight.
While retaining his grip on her breasts, Joey ran his lips along the side of her neck, kissing and sucking, leaving little love marks that she was certain to give him hell for tomorrow. Not that she seemed to mind getting them, if her little whimpers and moans were anything to go by.
Miles was the first to break, lifting his head and giving Lucy a long, slow kiss. “Ready to beg?”
Lucy trembled even as she nodded.
Joey moved her toward the bed, gently pushing her down until she was sitting on the edge. “Lay back and spread your legs.”
“God. Yes,” she hissed, doing exactly as Joey asked.
Once she was there, spread out like a delicious feast, he dropped to his knees beside the bed, lowering his face and running his tongue along her slit.
Her hands flew to his hair, tightening around the strands, pulling until his scalp stung. The pain sent more blood to his cock. Joey’s plan to make her beg was backfiring because God knew he was seconds away from offering their beautiful woman the world on a silver platter just to get back inside her.
The sound of clothing hitting the floor told Joey that Miles was undressing, a weight on the other side of the mattress causing him to lift his eyes.
Miles crawled toward Lucy, kneeling next to her face. He gripped his thick cock in his hand, stroking the length of it slowly as she watched. He groaned when she licked her lips, which was invitation enough, but she still backed it up by crooking her finger.
Miles lifted off his haunches, lowering the head of his dick until it brushed against her lips. Joey watched, even as he continued to toy with her clit, the tip of his tongue spinning circles around the distended flesh without really touching her the way she needed.
He wanted to wait until the opportune moment, wanted to wait until Lucy was good and distracted by Miles’s cock before he reminded her he was intent on hearing her pleas.
Miles teased her, drawing the head of his cock over her lips, painting them with drops of precome, without ever allowing her to take him inside. Her tongue darted out several times, stealing only quick swipes before Miles pulled it away again.
“What do you want, honey?” Miles asked in a deep, sexy voice.
“You,” she said, reaching out for him.
He grasped her wrist, holding it away from him. Miles glanced down at Joey. “I didn’t hear the magic word, did you?”
Joey snorted, shaking his head. “Nope. She must not really want it.”
Lucy scowled, trying to shake her hand free from his grip. “I want it, Miles. Stop messing around and give it to me.”
Miles held tight to her hand while continuing to stroke his own dick. Lucy started to lift her other hand, but Joey had been waiting for that, so he was ready. He grabbed it, pinning it tightly to the mattress by her side.
“Joey,” she cried. “Dammit!”
He lifted his head. “Does that sound like begging?” he asked Miles.
“Nope. Not at all. Maybe we need to remind her what she’s been missing out on.”
Joey grinned, then lowered his head to her pussy once more. The buildup to the three of them becoming lovers had been slow, so the nights they’d spent merely kissing and touching and exploring were extremely instructive. As such, Joey knew exactly where and how to touch Lucy to evoke the words they were waiting to hear.
He took off the kid gloves when he sucked her clit into his mouth, driving two fingers inside her sopping-wet pussy. Joey had to release his grip on her hand, using it to press down on her stomach when her hips flew off the mattress.
“Oh my God!” she cried out. Miles had released her other hand, and now both of them rested above her head, where she was white-knuckling the duvet.
Joey continued to suck, tease, and nip her clit, thrusting his fingers in faster, harder. Like Miles, he’d become quite adept at finding her G-spot, something that was going to come in very handy right now.
He curled his fingers, and Lucy exploded, her body jerking roughly as her orgasm struck like lightning.
Joey hadn’t intended to let her come so quickly, but it had been too long, and his ability to draw this out could be measured in inches rather than miles.
Miles smirked, shaking his head at him. Joey gave him a casual one-shoulder shrug, letting him know he was aware of his failure. Lucy hadn’t come close to begging.
Joey ran his tongue along her slit as he pulled his fingers free. They were dripping with her arousal. So wet, in fact…
He drew one finger lower, twirling it around her ass. Lucy groaned but didn’t attempt to pull away. With the exception of the night Miles had toyed with her anus, anal sex wasn’t something they’d explored together.
The way Lucy tilted her hips upward, giving Joey better access, let him know she was not shying away from the idea. He pressed the tip of his finger inside, working it slowly with gentle back and forth motions, until it was completely lodged.
Miles was still stroking his own cock, his gaze riveted on what Joey was doing.
“That feels…different,” she admitted, still breathless from her orgasm.
“Bad different?” Joey asked.
She shook her head. “No. Good different.”
Lucy held Joey’s gaze as he slowly fucked her ass with his finger. He wouldn’t attempt more than that this time, but they were definitely going to explore this more fully…and soon.
“We’re going to buy our girl a butt plug,” Miles murmured.
Lucy giggled but didn’t say no.
Unable to resist her a second longer, Joey rose, stripping out of his own clothes as Miles stroked her blonde hair, murmuring more of his deliciously dirty promises.
“I’ve got a whole list of toys in mind,” he said. “We’re going to clamp these sexy nipples,” he pinched one as he spoke, Lucy whimpering from the brief spark of pleasurable pain. “And some straps for the bed. God, we’re gonna tie you up one night, edge you until you feel like you’re going to explode.”
Lucy’s breathing had evened out until Miles started making his list. Now she was panting again, her eyes nearly closed. “Yes,” she whispered.
Joey reached down to grab his jeans, withdrawing a couple of condoms from his wallet. He wondered if they could talk Lucy into making an appointment with her doctor to get the birth control shot. He’d love to take her without anything between them.
Miles helped Lucy up onto the bed properly, shifting her to the middle. Then he resumed his place, kneeling by the side of her head. “You’re going to suck on my dick while Joey takes you, Luce. But you’re not going to make me come.”
She narrowed her eyes as if to argue, but Miles cut her off.
“If you do make me come, Joey’s going to pull out, we’re going to flip you over, and we’re going to spank that sweet little ass of yours until it’s as bright red as these cheeks.” He drew the back of one finger along the side of her flushed face.
Lucy tilted her head, a cute little crease forming between her eyes. “And then?”
“‘And then’ what?” Miles asked, confused.
“I was waiting for you to get to the punishment part.”
Miles burst out laughing. “God. I had you pegged right from the beginning. You are trouble.”
Joey loved watching the exchange between them, the easy give-and-take, the way Lucy was just as adept at trash-talking as they were.
“I was right too,” Joey said. “I told you we fit.” He drew on the condom, lifted Lucy’s legs until they rested on his forearms and with one hard thrust, he found himself right back in heaven.
“ Fuck ,” Joey said through gritted teeth, hating how damn quick this was going to be over. He’d spent every night since they’d left her, playing out one fantasy after another until the calluses on his palm had less to do with work and more to do with self-satiation.
Lucy’s hips rose and fell from the bed in tandem with his thrusts. And while her tight, wet pussy gloved him perfectly, it wasn’t just the fucking that was pushing him to an early end. It was the show Lucy and Miles were providing.
Lucy’s head was turned to the right, her small hand wrapped around Miles’s cock. It was so thick, her fingers didn’t even touch. She’d taken the head of his dick inside, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked on him. Her hums of appreciation obviously vibrated against Miles’s dick, and his best friend’s fingers tightened in Lucy’s hair, tugging it the way she loved.
“Your mouth,” Miles praised. “It’s deadly, honey. Fucking deadly.”
For several minutes, the only sounds in the room were their low moans of pleasure and their bodies slapping against each other.
When Joey felt as if he needed to come or die, he reached down, stroking Lucy’s clit. Her lips popped off Miles’s cock as she gasped. He leaned back, his gaze drifting to where Joey and Lucy were connected.
For a man who protested the idea of another guy in the bed, Miles had taken to sharing Lucy like a fish to water. Not only had he shed his own inhibitions about being watched, he’d also fully embraced his role as the observer.
“You two are so sexy together,” Miles murmured. “You were made for us, honey.”
Joey was grateful to Miles for providing the sweet talk because he didn’t have enough air in his lungs to utter anything besides a string of curses and Lucy’s name.
He feared for a second he’d reach the pinnacle before her, so he was relieved when, two panting breaths later, she hit the peak.
“Joey,” she yelled. “Oh. Shit. Yes!”
Her inner muscles clenched around him in the world’s most perfect vise grip, and he erupted as well, falling forward, his hands landing on the mattress by her shoulders. “Fuck. Luce! Honey. God dammit .”
Joey tried to suck in some much-needed air, even as his heart beat so hard he feared it would pound its way out of his chest. He wasn’t sure how long he remained there, trying to recover, but when Miles placed a hand on his shoulder, he realized it was probably too long.
“You okay there, old man?” Miles taunted. His best friend took great pleasure in reminding Joey that he was five years older.
“Think you can do better?” he dared, simply because Miles wouldn’t be able to resist the challenge and Lucy would benefit from that.
Joey pushed himself away from Lucy, falling to the bed beside her and clearing the way for Miles, who wasted no time taking his place. Joey twisted, pulling off the condom and carefully dropping it to the floor.
Miles and Lucy both shot him a look, as his tendency to be a slob was pointed out more than a few times in the RV.
“I’ll clean it up in a minute,” he said. “I swear.”
Miles shook his head in disbelief, while Lucy giggled as she ran her fingertips along Miles’s muscular arms. “I missed you,” she whispered before looking at Joey. “Both of you.”
Joey gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, resting his head on his hand as Miles slowly pushed his way inside her. Joey didn’t consider himself a small man, his dick a bit longer than Miles’s. But damn if he still wasn’t a bit shocked whenever Miles managed to fit his thick cock inside her. She admitted one night that their dicks made her feel full, but not in an uncomfortable or painful way.
Miles, as always, opted for the slower, steadier pace, rocking his hips so that he was hitting her G-spot over and over. Joey watched, spellbound for several minutes, his cock—which should have been well sated—jerking slightly as he watched the two of them together. At this rate, Joey would be rock-hard again before they finished.
Despite already having two orgasms, Lucy was close. Joey had gotten accustomed to her little tells, the higher-pitched whimper, the almost Lamaze-like breathing as she struggled to fill her lungs, the way her chest flushed as brightly pink as her cheeks.
Miles was just as close. His tell was a lot simpler than Lucy’s. Joey knew his friend was close when his finesse gave way to unadulterated need and he lost his steady rhythm, his hips pistoning into her harder and faster.
“Lucy,” Miles said, his head bowed.
“Please,” she said, finally offering them that magic word. “God, please!”
It worked.
Miles came with a loud curse. “Fuuuuck!”
At the same time, Lucy’s body arched, her head thrown back in pleasure, her eyes closed tightly. “So good. Too good…”
Joey rested his palm over her heart, wanting to feel it race.
Miles withdrew after a few moments, heading to the bathroom to wash up. Joey followed suit, cleaning up after himself as promised.
Lucy remained in bed, her seemingly endless energy finally zapped. She lifted one hand toward them when they returned to the bedroom, but it fell back to the mattress heavily.
“How about an afternoon nap?” she suggested sleepily. “I haven’t been…”
Joey crawled into bed next to her. “I’ve been sleeping like shit too.”
“Ditto,” Miles said as he reclaimed his side, the three of them cuddling under the covers.
Lucy placed her head on Joey’s chest, wiggling her ass in a not-so-subtle hint for Miles to spoon her.
Joey sighed as a wave of pure joy washed through him, taking him down like a goddamn tsunami. Lucy had promised him the Storms were a force of nature, and there was no denying their little blonde tornado had cut a wide swath through them both, straight to their hearts.
Exchanging a glance with Miles, he could tell his friend felt exactly the same way. They shared a smile, Joey’s wink prompting Miles to roll his eyes.
He placed a kiss on the top of Lucy’s head, thinking she’d already fallen asleep. He was surprised when she lifted her head slightly.
“I love you,” she whispered to him, before turning her head to offer Miles the same three words.
Life. Made.