Her breasts were barely encased by the white cotton bra she wore. She was so fucking gorgeous, and he couldn’t wait until she was naked and he was deep inside her.
Her arms tightened around him, and her body stiffened and then went limp.
Fuck. She was so sexy when she came. In that brief moment the weight he’d been carrying slid off and he felt good, really fucking good for the first time in years. A few more strokes against her and he would need to change.
He lowered Lucy down to the floor, and that was the moment he realized they weren’t alone because there was a big fluffy marshmallow with eyes and a tail staring up at them.
Lucy gasped. “Buster?”
“Uhm, we should probably give you a minute,” a feminine voice said.
Michael stepped in front of Lucy and saw a petite woman, her dark hair up in a ponytail and a backpack still on her back standing next to a tall man with broad shoulders and golden hair that was slightly too long.
River and Jax were home, and a little earlier than expected. He’d never met them formally, but he knew what they looked like. The puppy they’d left town with was now a massive fluff ball of a dog.
If only they’d been alone. Ty stood right behind them, his eyes wide, and Michael could see the pain there before Ty’s face went blank.
Lucy gasped and retied her dress at the waist, but there was zero question she was a woman who’d just had an orgasm. It was there in how mussed her hair was and the pink flush to her skin.
“I can see I’m not needed here. Guess now I know how it feels, right, Mike?” Ty dumped the pizza on the table.
Lucy started after him.
“Did we interrupt a twosome that was supposed to be a threesome?” Jax was the only one in the place with a smile on his face.
River slapped at her husband’s arm, but he was wasn’t exactly wrong.
Michael started after Lucy, hoping he could make this right.
Chapter Five
Ty stormed out, slamming the door, anger thrumming through him.
He’d offered to get the pizza, set everything up, planned it all out, and Michael had gone straight for sex. Not that Lucy had looked like she didn’t want it. She’d been so hot he’d stood there for a moment and thought seriously about dropping the food and joining them. Of course he hadn’t been able to do that since when he’d driven up, River and Jax had been getting out of a big black SUV. He’d been so happy to see them that he’d completely forgotten it was supposed to be date night for a moment. He’d decided they could make it a small welcome home dinner, and then he’d walked in and found Lucy and Michael.
That was when it hit him that they hadn’t even realized he was in the room or that two other people were there along with a massive ball of fur. Buster had walked right up to them, and they hadn’t stopped. They’d kept right on, and they probably would have ended up fucking on the counter had Lucy not finally noticed they weren’t alone.
He wasn’t needed. Not at all.
“Ty!”
He kept walking toward his Jeep.
“Ty! Tyler Davis, you stop.”
He glanced back and Lucy was stepping off the front porch. She was wearing the dress they’d shopped for last year, the one that made her skin glow and clung to her every curve.
It struck suddenly and forcibly that she hadn’t dressed for him. If it had been the two of them, she’d have changed into pj pants and a T-shirt. She wouldn’t have carefully put on makeup and done her hair. She’d dressed for Michael.
She wanted Michael. She’d gone along with this date thing so she could be close to another man. Michael had been worried about being the second dick, but it appeared Ty was the one in that particular position.
He’d wanted her for so long, loved her for as long as he could remember, and she wanted someone else.
Humiliation swirled through him. Why had he thought Lucy might want him as anything more than a friend? She’d made herself plain. He’d thought giving her time would change things, but it hadn’t. “You don’t have to say anything, Luce. I know when I’m not wanted.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t you play that way with me. You are the one who started this. You’re the one who said you wanted to be more than friends, and you’re the one who invited Michael in.”
“Well, I wouldn’t have if I’d known the only reason you would agree to it was because you wanted him,” Ty shot back.
“That isn’t the only reason.” Lucy’s hands were fists at her sides. “I wanted to try with you, too, but I can’t lie and say I don’t feel something for him.”