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Lots Of Naughty & A Little Nice(8)
Author: Leigh Lennon

“You’ll laugh. Honestly, no one believes me when I tell them what I do,” I explain.

Knox pours more wine into each of our elegant Solo cups. “Okay, now you have me intrigued.”

Rowan is as serious as he’s been and doesn’t show any emotion, but he’s the one who’s opened this can of worms.

“I design doll clothes.”

Knox slaps his mouth. “I’m not laughing. This isn’t a laugh.”

No one ever believes me. “You aren’t the first,” I begin, and both men’s bright eyes are hanging on every word I say. “When I attended design school, I was hell-bent on working in top fashion houses in Los Angeles. I was ready for a fast-paced life. But I’d been approached out of college by one of the largest doll manufacturers in the country. I could work closer to home. My mom and sister were all I had in this world. And the company offered me a deal I couldn’t refuse. And it wasn’t long before I grew to love it. Anyway, dolls aren’t critics like people are.”

The last part makes them both chuckle, and where Rowan’s radiates deep from within him, Knox’s laugh is more of a cackle.

“I guess it makes sense. I never gave much thought to how dolls got their clothes.” Knox is spot-on, but in the glimmer of his bluish-gray orbs, it’s clear this idea amuses him. “So you’re a toy maker, right? Like Santa?” There’s a giggle in his declaration, and I give him a bob of my head.

“You love it?” Rowan asks. With a nod from me, he continues, “There aren’t a lot of people, if you really think about it, who can make a living from what they love, yet the three people in this room do exactly that.”

“And Rowan Peterson, philosopher extraordinaire…” Because as quiet as he is, when he speaks, it’s profound. “What is it you do?” Knox mentioned he’s a professor, but that’s all I know.

“I’m a paleontologist. Basically, I’m allowed to play with my toys.” He doesn’t understand the undertones of his words, and I break into hysterics, all the while Knox snickers at him.

“Not those toys, idiots.” He playfully slugs Knox, and it’s nice to see him and this softness when he’s always so serious.

“Yeah, hon, we save those toys for late at night.” I squirm in my chair, unable to decide if I’m turned on by the idea of these two getting it on or uncomfortable because it’s a private thing. I choose to be a little of both as wetness dampens my panties, and I have to cross my legs as the visual of them causes my stomach to clench in the most delicious ways.

“Okay, guys, no reason to rub it in that you both are having sex when I’m not.” I don’t know what has provoked me to respond in this way. I never openly talk about sex. Even in the past, when I was involved with a guy, it wasn’t something I addressed outside the bedroom. Maybe this is why every sexual encounter I’ve had has been just meh.

“Oh, look at who’s opening up to us now, hon,” Knox teases. “No one special for a beautiful toy maker like you, Avery?”

Beautiful? I blush at his compliment. “Nah, I’m too busy raising a broody teenager.” But even before Whit became a part of my everyday life, nothing stuck.

“Seriously, what’s the story? If you were mine, I’d never let you go.” My eyes dart over to Rowan to gauge his reaction. Certainly, this should fill him with rage and jealousy. He’s nodding as if he agrees with his boyfriend.

“Yeah, same here,” Rowan chimes in.

“But you’re…I mean, you don’t like girls?”

Rowan continues to stare at me, but Knox’s laughter diverts my attention from Rowan’s deep azure eyes.

“Did I miss the memo, Ro? That we don’t like girls anymore?” His question still has laughter accompanying it.

“Yeah, I didn’t get it. Still find them pretty cute. One may say even beautiful.” Is there a flirt in Rowan’s serious demeanor?

“Oh, I’m sorry, I just assumed. I mean…”

“Avery, it’s fine. Our story is simple. We love one another. Nothing will come between us, but we’re bisexual. To me, it’s the person, not the gender. But…”

Rowan’s hand slams down on Knox’s. “I think that’s enough talk about our sex life for one night. We don’t want to overwhelm her.”

No, overwhelm me, I want to say.

“Yeah, I guess we’re neighbors. We shouldn’t expose every bit of our mystery in one night.” Knox agrees with his man, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek. When Rowan doesn’t stiffen, I wonder if he’s becoming more comfortable in my presence. Because I’m sure as hell too comfortable in both men’s space.

 

 

5

 

 

Knox

 

I wake with a smile on my face. I always do when I fall asleep next to the man of my dreams. But as I stir, I know where Ro is this early in the morning. I stretch, taking up a good portion of our king-sized bed, willing myself to start my day.

Ro has been up since the crack of dawn, running ten miles. The idea of ten miles makes my body ache. I swing my feet out of bed, not wanting to take part in my own exercise regimen. Closing the space between our bed and the windows with the plantation shades restricting all the morning light from streaming into the room, I search for Ro through the slats. But he’s nowhere to be seen. Instead, my attention is focused on the long legs of our neighbor. She has on the shortest booty shorts, and in Montana, it’s more than cold, considering it’s November 28th.

My eyes stay trained on her, and when my ass is slapped, I twist my body to the wind-whipped and sweaty version of my boyfriend. “It’s a pretty stunning view out there this morning, huh?” he teases.

“Yeah, can’t miss it, but I was looking for you at first.” He leans in for a kiss, but when his sweaty body embraces me, I stand back. “Shower first, affection later.”

Our room matches the rest of the house with dark antique furniture. He sits down on the bench I’d refurbished, untying his running shoes. “What are we doing today?” Mondays are our days off, and we don’t do much, making it our lazy day to hang out together.

I give him a boyish grin and take a seat near him without touching. “Funny you ask. I was thinking we could pop over to our new neighbor’s house and see if she needs some help.”

“I can read you like a book. You have a plan?” I ask Ro.

“Nah, not really, and I certainly wouldn’t if you were against it. But after the other night, using her as our muse, I just thought maybe we’d get to know her better.” I pause, remembering her words from last night. “If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought she was flirting with us.”

He scrapes his fingers through his black and the early gray sprinkles most may not notice in his wavy hair. “Yeah, I think so, too. And fuck if it wasn’t hot when we thought of her between us two nights ago.”

Ro is always so proper, but he drops all pretenses with me, and I witness a completely different person than anyone ever sees. “And?”

He lets his chin fall to his chest. “I feel like a dork around her.”

“I don’t think she sees this in you. As a matter of fact, she was watching your fine ass carrying the box into her house the other night. And may I add, she has mighty fine taste. Your ass is pretty fucking beautiful.”

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