Free GirlNextDoor by Lyra Marlowe Page A

little more. The hot edge of passion faded
into a hot orange glow and then cooled further.
    “Yeah,” Lucy breathed.
    “Damn,” John answered.
    And then, too quickly, she moved. She stood, drawing her
body off his softening cock, and stepped neatly onto the floor. Demurely, she
smoothed her short skirt. “Thank you, John,” she said.
    “Wait. Wait a minute.” He sat up. “Lucy, wait.”
    She grinned, licked her peppermint-shiny lips. “Gotta go.
Don’t want to get caught.” Then she was gone.
    John sat up. He felt shaky, wrung out. Again. He caught his
breath, then stood, cleaned up, zipped up. He glanced at the clock. It wasn’t
quite twenty after twelve. He had lots of time.
    By habit, he started a new pot of coffee. He’d turned on the
power switch before he realized what he was doing. The night shift was going to
know someone had been here.
    He grinned to himself. Well, let ’em wonder. They’d never
believe the real answer. Poor suckers.
    * * * * *
    Nolan was sitting at the breakfast bar, playing Mahjong on
his laptop, when Lucy came in. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair a little mussed.
“Hey, baby,” he said.
    “Hey yourself. I thought you’d be in bed by now.”
    “Couldn’t start my last night on the futon without you.”
    “You’re a goof.” She kissed him on the cheek.
    Her breath smelled like peppermint and cock. An irresistible
impulse seized Nolan and he caught her face between his hands and kissed her
deeply. It startled her for one second, and then she relaxed into it, let his
tongue explore her, taste her. Peppermint and cock. John Krulak’s cock.
    It was as close as he was ever going to come. With regret,
he pulled away. “I’m sorry,” he said sincerely.
    A very long time ago, he had kissed Lucy in earnest, in
passion. He still remembered, and he knew she did. There were no regrets
between them, and almost no physical boundaries. But he felt as if he’d gone
over the line this time.
    “Goof,” she said again. She grabbed his face this time and
kissed him deeply.
    The taste of the two of them—John and Lucy—was dizzying.
    “You should make a move,” Lucy said seriously.
    “On John?” Nolan shook his head. “I can’t. I can’t.”
    “Nobody’s completely straight. You know that. He’s open to
new experiences. He might be more receptive than you think.”
    Nolan shut off his computer. “Even if he was—I can’t, Lucy.
He’s my friend. My best friend. I can’t risk that friendship over sex. Over sex
that he probably doesn’t want.”
    “I don’t think John Krulak’s ever encountered sex that he
didn’t want.”
    “You know what I mean.”
    Lucy sighed. “I wouldn’t have slept with him if I’d known
you felt this much for him.”
    “I wanted you to sleep with him,” Nolan protested. “I
wanted…I don’t know. Knowing the two of you are together, it’s like the best
possible alternative. If I can’t have him, I want you to. I want to know that
you’re happy, that he’s happy. I want you together.”
    “Are you really that unselfish?”
    “It’s not unselfish. It’s very selfish.” He kissed her a
third time, very gently. “I get to taste him. And you. It’s perfect, Lucy. It’s
as perfect as things can be.”
    She frowned, still unsatisfied. “What about a threesome?”
    Nolan looked at her for a long moment. “You and me and
John?”
    “Well, yeah, unless you had someone else in mind.”
    “No, but…”
    “We’ve done it before,” she reminded him.
    “We were drunk.”
    “We can be drunk again.”
    “I can’t. Not like that.”
    Lucy smiled gently. “I know, I know. You need emotional
content with your sex. God only knows why, but there you are. But you could
have that here. You love me, you’re crazy about him. It’s kinky enough to
satisfy John and me both. It works for everybody.”
    “I don’t think he’d go for it.”
    “We could ask.”
    “No.” Nolan shook his head. “Lucy, don’t. I can’t. I’m not—
I