Lots of Naughty & A Little Nice - Leigh Lennon Page 0,7

brain, Ro?”

“You said she was disappointed to learn I was taken?” With his question, his smile brightens, and I know where his mind is going. He may be intelligent beyond comprehension, but he’s also as dirty and kinky as they come. This may be my influence on him, too. But he’s not been hard to corrupt.

Rowan is the only man I want to plan my future with. From an early age, I understood my sexuality was fluid because my eyes always fell on both men and women. For most of my life, I’d dated only women because it was expected of me—along with following in my father’s footsteps of becoming a doctor. Ro and I were always together, me being the barrier for most bullies. He accepted me without pretense. I didn’t have to play sports or drink myself into oblivion or prove I was worth anyone’s time when it came to him.

Ro, too, dated girls. Sure, our tastes were different. He seemed to go for the cute girls in glasses who also had a deep love for science. Even though I’d never been a jock, cheerleaders fell over me, and I was never without someone to keep me warm for the night.

We’d continued our friendship through college as we shared a dorm together and then later, an apartment. When we both had opportunities in Montana, we planned our lives together—though we weren’t even a couple.

Ro has always been the one constant in my life. And as I stare at him, continuing the replay of his first encounter with Avery, I can’t help but pull him closer to me. My own little way of silently letting him know he’s my everything.

“So, apparently she wouldn’t know about us and how we—”

I stop him there. My man is direct—this is for sure.

“Nah, honey, I didn’t think it was the right time on our first encounter together with her little sister in the room to say, Hey, my boyfriend and I like to invite a girl into our bed at times. Would you be interested?”

He gets my joke right away. “Ah, yeah, I guess you have a point, smart-ass.”

And as I crash my mouth to his, I wonder if I could ever love someone like I love this man in front of me.

3

Rowan

It’s been a day since the beautiful green orbs of the mystery woman next door have made me ache for something I’ve had no interest in for years. I’d given up my desire for the soft touch of a woman when I admitted to the love I had for my oldest friend. And before that, it wasn’t hard to come to terms with the fact I longed for the hard body of a man more than the softer curves of a woman.

I was more than content with Knox, though we did enjoy sharing a girl from time to time. But it was just because I was still with Knox. I loved it the first time we brought a girl back to our bed, and I enjoyed watching him with a woman. It turned me on in a way I couldn’t explain because, in my mind, everything had an explanation. I couldn’t come up with the science to back up the claim to justify a ménage with my boyfriend and some random chick. Yet watching his cock slide in and out of her pussy fueled the next several weeks of sex between just him and me.

Most of the time, it was the best when I was inside said woman, and he was pushing inside me. Knox helped me understand I didn’t need a reason for our unconventional desire. “Sometimes, Ro, you just have to feel and keep the thinking part away from it.”

And boy, did I feel. But I’d never felt anything more than lust toward the woman. Sure, there was an attraction but not chemistry. Not like what Knox and I share, and certainly not in the spark that had lit between Avery and myself.

The lights to her home are on, and I slow just enough when I drive by to catch sight of her. I’ve been in her presence for a matter of minutes, yet I need more. I crave more. The moving truck is still there, and a part of me wants to volunteer my services. However, after the disaster of yesterday, I decide against it.

The idea of embarrassing myself further is something I can’t fathom, and I remember all the times I’ve created messes because I haven’t had