Lots of Naughty & A Little Nice - Leigh Lennon Page 0,27

worry, Whit and I have already had this argument. And because I won’t budge, and you’ve met my sister, we’re doing two trees this year. One in my library and the other in the formal living room.”

“Well, hell, why haven’t we ever thought of doing that? We have more than enough ornaments, and space.” Knox sits down next to me while Ro ignores his suggestion.

“There’s so much clutter out at Christmastime. I can’t deal with a double portion of it all.” Ro’s declaration is classic Rowan.

Ro’s mind is in his chore at hand, but Knox sits so close to me that his knee touches mine. “We’ve missed you, Ave,” he offers, his lips near my ear.

I swing my gaze to his, and our mouths almost crash together. “As much as I’ve tried to ignore your advances, I’ve also missed you two.”

He pops one brow higher than the other. “What does this mean?”

“I thought we’d get through this night without you going into this.” Not that I can complain.

“Yeah, I lack in restraint.” He shrugs his shoulders, swiping the back of his hand down my cheek, and his touch causes my skin to pebble with goose bumps.

“Really, you lack restraint?” My banter doesn’t stop the intensity of how his bluish-gray orbs lock on mine, or how if he were to open his mouth, he may simply attack me. The intensity takes over, and I can’t pull away.

Suddenly, a swoosh of air passes us, and Ro is sitting on the other side of me. “Looks like I’ve missed something.” His fingers dance across my collarbone before connecting with my chin, and he averts my attention to him.

“I’m not good with people, Ave, and I know you’ve sensed this, but with you…It’s as though you give me the courage to be a better person.”

This breaks my heart. “Rowan, you’re a good man. I hope you know this.”

“I’m a better man when I’m with you, though.”

I don’t have to see him to sense Knox against my neck. “It’s true, he’s a great man, the best I know, but he’s different, more open, when you’re in our presence. Because you make us strive to be the best we can be.”

I want these men so much. I really do, and for once, I feel. I don’t think as I move my hand to Rowan’s and interlace our fingers. I tilt my head back to have closer access to Knox. Turning to him, I don’t wait for him to make his move. I crash my lips to his and permit him entry inside my mouth immediately. I move Ro’s hands to the hem of my shirt, pushing his fingers under my top, an encouragement to let them wander wherever he wants. He gets the message loud and clear, lifting my bra with his fingers. His thumb and index finger strokes my nipples, and with both men’s touch on my body, my groan fills the empty room. We become frantic, as if any of the three of us may dissolve in thin air, and we need to take hold of this opportunity, not knowing if it will ever come again.

10

Rowan

She’s between Knox and me. What we’ve wanted is coming true in a short amount of time. I’d told Knox we may have to wait and to be patient because our chemistry is real. But my man isn’t very tolerant.

But in the frantic need to be intimately close, hands and buttons and zippers start to be undone and unzipped. We’re standing, and I can’t remember if we started out like this or we’ve adjusted. Her tiny fingers pull at the hem of my sweater, bringing it up over my head, and I follow by helping her.

“I need to look at them.” Knox is winded, and I catch up to what he’s talking about the second he unlatches Avery’s bra, and her tits free fall. But they don’t fall much because they are perky and round and pert.

“Perfect, Ave.” It’s my turn to gasp for breath, but I can’t stop myself, and my mouth engulfs one and my hand squeezes the other. My pants are pushed down, and I know this is Knox’s handiwork, but her small hands palm my growing erection. I can’t take my lips from her tits to tell her to continue.

She’s not pulled away, and she’s responsive to my touch. My mind is muddled with passion and lust, desire and need when the familiar lips of my man scatter kisses down my back. I’m now somehow