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He rolled his eyes. “Just go. I’ll see if anyone started the coffee yet. Hurry.”
The scent of coffee and baking cinnamon rolls made his mouth water as he reached the kitchen. He’d picked up the pre-made rolls himself from the awesome bakery Ian’s former pastry chef had opened. He wanted bacon to go with it and knowing Lucas, there would be some. He walked to the stainless-steel refrigerator, admiring the dark wood and granite counter tops of the galley-style kitchen. He liked the breakfast area at the island, too, and decided to talk to Noah about remodeling their kitchen. He was pulling the package of bacon out when Noah yelled that the bathroom was his. His screaming bladder made him jog. By the time he took care of business, including a quick shower, the scent of bacon had joined the cinnamon.
Grinning, he opened the door to the bathroom and caught Noah on his way back.
“Damn, I missed your shower. I figured everyone else has had a turn in there today. Might as well keep everything in rhythm.” Noah pressed him into the door for a kiss and Rowe snagged his fingers in his messy hair and opened wide to let him in.
Noah melted against him, his wicked tongue fucking into Rowe’s mouth, his hands gripping his biceps. He smelled of sunscreen and the chlorine from the hot tub last night clung to his hair, but underneath was that unique Noah scent that drove Rowe nuts.
A wolf whistle sounded. One Rowe recognized. He pulled his mouth back and glared at Snow, who was leaning against the wall across from the bathroom.
“Don’t stop on my account.”
This time Noah spoke up. “Fuck, you’re relentless. From what I heard, you’ve had plenty of action today.”
“From what I heard last night, so have you. Damn Noah, I’m impressed you can pull those sounds from my friend here.”
“Pervert.” Noah kissed Rowe one more time and pushed him out of the room. “You’d better go rescue the bacon from Lucas while I hit the conditioner for this mess.” He pointed to his head and grinned.
Snow threw his arm around Rowe’s shoulder as they headed toward the tall barstools next to the island. Andrei, Lucas, and Jude were busy pouring cups of coffee, juice, and setting out the rolls. Fragrant steam rose from the doughy puffs of perfection. Rowe’s mouth watered and he reached into the pan, cursing as the molten topping singed his fingers.
It didn’t stop him. “Fuck, I love these things.”
Snow watched him stuff his face as he sipped his coffee. His light blue eyes held a wicked speculation and Rowe’s gut twisted. He knew that look. And he was pretty sure he didn’t want to know what was about to come out of the surgeon’s mouth.
“It must be interesting to be bisexual. I can’t even imagine.”
While Rowe choked on his roll, Andrei snagged a piece of bacon but spoke before eating it. “What can’t you imagine about it?”
“Being attracted to both sexes.” Snow shrugged. “I can see when a woman is beautiful, of course. I’ve just never wanted to have sex with one. The closest I’ve ever gotten to contemplating it was with Lucas’s lawyer—but even then, the thought was fleeting.” He paused. “And kind of scary.”
“She’d chew you up and spit you into snowflakes.” Lucas put a piece of bacon on his plate, stared at it, then added three more. He set his plate on the counter and Snow snatched one of the pieces, earning a thunderous frown from his best friend.
Snow merely grinned and ate the bacon slowly.
“So would her husband, by the way,” Lucas added.
“I never said it was a real possibility. I just find her sort of fierce confidence sexy.” He smiled when Jude kissed the back of his head and settled onto the barstool next to him.
Andrei shrugged. “I don’t think it’s strange at all,” he murmured. “Being bisexual. Feels natural to me.”
Rowe finally got the dough dislodged from his throat. “Me, too. And to tell you the truth, I don’t really think about it, Snow. I’ve always found both sexes attractive, but I also seem to lead in emotionally more first. I’ll be attracted, sure, but once my heart is involved, that person is all I want.” It was his turn to shrug. “It is what it is.”
“Ya sap.”
“Don’t even get me started.” Rowe stole one of Lucas’s slices of bacon and pointed it at Jude. “This one here turned you into the King of Sap.”
“Hey,” Lucas protested. “There is plenty of bacon on the stove.”
“Yours is closer.” Rowe reached for his last piece and Lucas smacked his hand. Hard. Wincing, he rubbed it, gave Lucas his best puppy dog eyes, and sighed when they failed to work. He got up and circled the island to get more. “We’ve all turned into a bunch of saps.” He thought about him and Lucas last night, drunk and being all kinds of mushy and frowned at the plate of bacon on the stove. Then he grinned. “Fuck it, I’m happy. Ya’ll need to shut up.”
