She got the feeling the night was far from over.
* * * *
Ty rolled off the bed and thought about the fact that it didn’t feel weird to be around another dude with his clothes off. It felt oddly right. They’d talked about the fact that they weren’t ever going to be like Max and Rye, who seemed to share a soul, but it did feel like destiny to have Michael here.
Although the man was bossy as hell, and now Ty felt like he needed to assert himself a little, too. After all, he had something he wanted to do to Lucy, and why shouldn’t he get a show while he was doing it?
“It’s your turn, baby. I want to watch you suck Michael’s cock while I play with your ass,” he commanded.
This wasn’t even close to the way he’d always envisioned the night when he made Lucy his. Those dreams had been soft and sweet. He would have taken her to bed and gently made love to her and held her all night, and maybe he would never have shown her the side of him that wanted to fuck her hard and in all kinds of dirty ways. He would have protected her from that side of his personality.
Now he realized she would revel in his bad boy side. They didn’t have to hide anything from each other. They could play and explore and fuck to their hearts’ content.
Michael made that possible.
Michael sat back on his heels, his lips glistening with Lucy’s arousal. Yep. That did not turn him off.
“You taking the reins?” Michael asked in a way that let Ty know he wasn’t upset at the thought.
“I am.” He’d already gotten what he needed. While Michael was setting Lucy up, Ty had gotten undressed and grabbed the little kit he’d set up this afternoon. Lube and a prepared small plug. The bathroom was only a few steps away when he needed it.
He was ready.
He wanted her to be ready, too.
Michael stood gracefully, extending a hand to help Lucy up. His dick was as hard as Ty’s, but he would find some relief first. “We should do what the man says, honey. How about it?”
There was the sweetest grin on Lucy’s face. He’d thought she might be nervous about being naked, shy about being around them, but she was confident now, and that made him want her even more. She should be because she was absolutely the most stunning woman he’d ever seen. She had an hourglass figure and perfect breasts, hips he could hold on to, and that ass. Damn he wanted that ass. Even the thought of how she’d shivered when he’d briefly skimmed over the crease of her cheeks made his dick harden painfully.
He was glad Mike had given her an orgasm because he had twenty plus years of wanting her, and there was no way he would last once he was inside her. More than twenty since he was fairly certain he was born loving her.
Lucy let Michael help her up, let him kiss her, their tongues tangling. Ty watched them. They were beautiful together. Lucy’s hair plunged down her back like a dark waterfall. Michael matched her, like they were parts of a whole.
But he was absolutely certain he was part of them, too. They needed his positivity. They could both go dark. He and Lucy might have been hesitant to communicate, but Michael had his issues, too, and they would have to deal with them if they had a shot at staying together.
Somehow over the last few days, staying together felt like something Ty wanted. Really wanted.
Michael broke off the kiss and moved back to the bed that was probably going to be a tight fit for the three of them. He settled himself with his back against the headboard. He stroked his own cock with one hand as Lucy knelt between his splayed legs.
That was exactly where he wanted her. “Ass in the air, baby.”
She turned to him, a hint of a grin on her face. “You know most people don’t start with the perverted stuff.”
He had a very good answer for that. “If you didn’t want the perverted stuff, you wouldn’t have moved to Bliss. So ass in the air.”
“He’s right about that. Why don’t you bring that hot mouth of yours down here and take care of me while Ty starts to get you ready for us,” Michael commanded.
Lucy leaned over, and Ty knew the minute she touched Michael’s cock with her tongue because a low groan came from his partner’s throat. “Have you done this before? Not you, Ty. I know you have.”
She needed to stop that. He hadn’t been planning on discipline, but he gave those cheeks a light swat. Nothing that would hurt her because they would have to have another conversation about whether she wanted that, but a light touch to let her know that wasn’t okay. “I don’t want to get slut shamed any more than you do. I had reasons for the way I behaved, and most of them didn’t have to do with wanting to become some player.”