felt like an ass, as if he’d kept something from her. But there was nothing to keep, no secret, no big deal. He didn’t think Leigh would be bothered by him being bisexual. She was too laid back, too relaxed about sex, for that to be an issue. But having Matteo in the house might change things. Which could be good. Or bad.
The idea of it being bad bothered him a lot more than he wanted to admit.
So did the dawning realization that Leigh was beginning to matter to him. He’d thought they could just be friendly neighbors who had sex on occasion. But it was more than an occasional thing. And there must be a reason why. A reason beyond the fact that the sex was incredible. He’d had incredible sex before.
It hadn’t been with Leigh.
Fuck.
He wouldn’t think about that right now. Matteo was coming tonight. He had to let Leigh know about him, and that would go however it would go. It shouldn’t matter so much.
But it did.
Don’t think.
Everything would be fine, anyway. Better than fine. He would have Matteo again. And Leigh. Maybe both of them together. Yes, that should keep things interesting enough to distract him from his constant thoughts about Leigh.
Yes, the two of them together…one lovely feminine body, and one long, lean male body…the contrast of their skin…cock and pussy and all his to touch, to taste.
His cock sprang to life, going hard between his thighs.
Oh yeah, this he could handle. With pleasure.
Leigh’s meeting had gone well. She was in a good mood, humming to herself as she slipped her dress down over her head. It was a lightweight, pale green cotton knit that matched her eyes and hugged her body. Not that it would stay on long. Her clothes were never on for long with Jared. She’d stopped wearing underwear entirely unless they were going out, as they were tonight. She paused in front of the mirror over her dresser to pin up her blonde hair and add some lip gloss and a pair of silver hoop earrings, then slipped into her sandals before locking her door and walking across the street. Her pulse fluttered, knowing she would see Jared in a few moments, even though he’d been in her bed just this morning.
Silly of her. But she couldn’t help it. She liked him.
She knocked on his screen door and he called out for her to come in. She stepped inside and he was walking down the stairs, pulling a black T-shirt over his head.
“I’m ready. Are you hungry, darlin’?”
“Starved.”
He kissed her cheek, then her mouth, his lush lips hot on hers. “I appreciate a woman with an appetite.” He growled, nipping at her lip.
“Oh, don’t start or we’ll never get any dinner.” But she flicked her tongue out to lick his lip and he came in for another quick kiss.
“My poor, deprived girl. How about Mexican food? I thought we’d go to La Serenata on Fourth.”
“That sounds perfect.”
He led her outside and helped her into his SUV, then came around the other side. It was only a few minutes’ drive to the restaurant. They parked and went in, ordering a pitcher of margaritas once they were seated at the booth.
Leigh sipped at her drink, letting Jared order their food, as he often did. It was a small thing, but she loved it when he took control. Something about the way he did it—he never made her feel as if her opinion wasn’t important. Instead, it made her feel taken care of.
“So,” he said when the waitress had walked away, “I have something to tell you.”
“That sounds ominous.”
“It doesn’t have to be.” He picked up his drink, took a swallow. “I have a friend…well, he’s more than a friend. Matteo is a musician. He plays a beautiful Spanish guitar. He travels a lot. And in between he often comes to stay with me. He sort of lives with me part time. I’ve never mentioned him because, well, I didn’t realize at first that we’d spend so much time together, you and I.”
He was watching her, his dark eyes serious.
“Jared, did you think I’d be
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