I'm posting two chapters tonight because it might be several days before I get to post again. This isn't necessarily a smut warning, but things do get heated, so just be aware of that when you decide to read this chapter.

By Friday even the dry shampoo wasn't cutting it anymore and my desperation for a real shower was completely outweighing my common sense. While Bobby and Lester's bathroom contained a decent size walk in shower, with no bench, I'd been too worried about falling. Still, there was only so long I could go without washing my hair. Even with a clean body, my hair made me feel disgusting.

It had been nearly a week since my subsequent injury, and I'd reached my breaking point. I needed a real shower not a sponge bath. Knowing Lester had shift and Bobby was checking in a new supply order, I had the apartment to myself.

I stared at the shower and then down to my crutches. "Okay, Sienna. You can manage this."

I got the taps started, stripped, and only putting the gentlest of pressure on my bad foot, propelled myself into the shower. Standing on one foot, I shifted and enjoyed the feel of the spray over my body. Using the wall as support for my back, I was able to free both hands to wash my hair, rinse, and condition. Thankfully, the hot water held, as I took my time to shave and wash all pertinent parts. It's amazing how wonderful a shower can feel when you haven't been able to have one in a while.

When I was finally satisfied that I was done, I set the razor on the stone ledge, then shifted to reach for the nobs to turn off the shower. Only, my good foot slipped on the slick and soapy floor and before I could stop it, my leg slid out from under me, and I landed with a squeak and a thud on the tile floor.

The impact had me sucking air against the pain. Shit! That hurt.

"Hell!" I mumbled as I gathered my bearings. I'd just started to look for some hand hold to help me back to my feet when the bathroom door opened. "Sienna?" Bobby's panicked voice called out.

"Shower," I replied.

"I heard a thud. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I replied. "What are you doing here? I thought you were down in the infirmary?"

"I came up to grab lunch," he replied. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah," I grumbled. "My good foot slipped and I'm kinda stuck on the shower floor."

"I'm coming in," he said. A moment later the shower door opened, and as Bobby looked down at me, I could see the fear in his eyes slowly fade. Then he reached in to turn off the shower. He turned back, grabbed my towel, then stepped into the shower with me. With both hands he pulled me up and I leaned against the wall while he wrapped the towel around me

"Why didn't you tell me you needed a shower chair?"

"You guys have already done so much for me. I didn't want to be a bother."

He frowned. "You're not a bother, Sienna and I certainly would have rather taken the time to get you a shower chair, so I know you'd be safe in the shower than to witness what I just did. You scared the hell out of me."

"I'm sorry," I said, as I stared at him while trying to ignore the heat climbing into my face, at the knowledge, he'd just seen me naked. "I just feel like I'm being a burden."

He sighed. "What do I have to do, to prove to you that you're not a burden or a bother or imposing or whatever other word your author brain is trying to cook up."

"Then why do you seem mad?" I asked.

"I'm not mad," he replied. "I only wish you would have waited until one of us was here when you decided to shower. You could have been seriously hurt when you fell."

"I didn't-," I started to reply but let my sentence die away when he growled at me in warning. Shit! Why did I find that warning more arousing than scary? Still, it was probably best I didn't finish that sentence right now. "I figured I could handle it," I said instead.

Bobby pulled me against him and slowly removed us both from the shower. "It appears you figured wrong," he said as he leaned me against the bathroom wall, then used his body to hold me up while he reached to close the shower door. I'm not sure if he intended for it to happen, but I could feel the length of his arousal pressing against me and I let out a gasp.

Amazingly, just as I'd always described in my stories, I could actually feel the air in the room change with the mood. He turned his gaze back to me and lifted a hand to touch my cheek. "You could never be a bother, sweetheart."

"I-um." For once in my life, words failed me as I stared at him. There was no mistaking the signals he was sending, yet I couldn't help but be confused and so damn aroused. On instinct, I lifted my arms and placed my hands on his shoulders, effectively holding him in place.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he asked, the tone in his voice now husky with desire.

I tried to think of a reply, but everything I started to say withered away before I could formulate a coherent sentence. He continued to graze a knuckle along my skin, his touch so gentle, so tender, it generated feelings in me I didn't know existed.

"You feel it, don't you?" he whispered as he held my gaze.

God help me, but I did. The electricity between us hadn't just been a side effect of the concussion as I'd initially thought. Even as my injury healed, the feeling remained just as strong as the first time he touched me.

I gave him an imperceptible nod even as he lowered his head toward me. My eyes drifted closed when his lips touched mine. Gentle at first, testing. When I didn't resist and instead reciprocated, he grew bolder. Much in the same manner he'd kissed Lester a few nights before, he worked his mouth over mine, his tongue darting out, licking the seam along my lips, beseeching me for more. Liquid lightening shot through me as my abdomen grew warm and my body clenched in response. Unable to stop myself, I opened on a groan, granting him the permission he sought, and he took advantage, tasting, exploring as his body pressed more firmly against mine.

My arousal built as the heat inside me grew and my fingers dug into his shoulders, holding him to me. The spark from the other day wasn't just back, it had ignited something long dormant inside me, something deep and intangible, pulling me to him on a level I couldn't begin to explain or understand. Damn, if I didn't want him more than I wanted my next breath.

When we both finally needed air, he pulled back and lowered his forehead against mine. "Wow," he murmured.

Wow was definitely an understatement.

I swallowed hard as I struggled to control my breathing and think logically at the same time. "You're with Lester," I managed to remind him with more regret than I thought possible.

"I know," he replied.

"We can't do this," I said, even as my fingers tightened on the fabric of his now damp shirt. God help me but I didn't want to let go, and I didn't want him to stop.

"Yes, we can," he said, then pulled back on a long, deep sigh. "Just not right now."

Confusion wracked my brain as I looked up at him. "What do you mean we can? You're gay and you have a partner."

"Lester and I are bi, sweetheart, and believe me when I tell you that he wants you as badly as I do."

That's right, Steph did tell me they both liked women too. Wait…What?

When I could only stare up at him in shock, Bobby nodded his affirmation. "Trust me, when I say, if Lester were here right now, all bets would be off."

"H-how do you know I would agree to sleep with both of you?"

He lifted his hand and trailed a knuckle along my cheek and before I could stop myself, I turned toward his touch. "That's why," he whispered as he brushed another feather light kiss across my lips. "You feel it. Whatever it is, that's between us and you're drawn to it, just like we are. You feel it when Lester touches you too, don't you?"

"Yes," I whispered as I stared up at him. "I do."

For a split second a smile ghosted across his face before it slid into a look of determination. "Les and I spent some time this week reading your books. So, we know you're open to the idea."

"W-writing about it is completely different than experiencing it," I tried to protest, but my voice was thick with desire.

"True, but can you honestly tell me you don't see yourself in your characters? Even just a little?"

"My characters tend to be weak in personality." I purposely lifted my chin in defiance. "I'm not weak."

"They're only weak in the beginning of your books," he corrected. "By the end, they've found their footing and their confidence." As he spoke, his other hand slid down my side and brushed across the towel covering my breasts, pulling a shiver from me. "Tell me, sweetheart," he whispered. "Tell me you haven't thought about being with me and Les. Tell me it's not one of your fantasies and I'll stop."

"You know I can't," I replied.

"I do," he said, as he mouthed another kiss along my jaw. "I also know that you're struggling to reconcile your feelings about us." With that statement he stepped back, breaking our contact, and pulling a whimper from me. He raked a hand across the top of his hair as he shook his head. "Fuck," he murmured then turned and walked completely out of the bathroom, leaving me leaning against the wall, more aroused and confused than I think I've ever been in my life.

It took me several minutes to regain my bearings enough to move. Once the shock wore off, I managed to get myself dressed and run some product through my wet hair before I made my way out of the bathroom to find Bobby. I needed to know what he was thinking and why he'd abruptly walked out.

I found him sitting at the island separating the kitchen from the living room. His chin rested on the top of his steepled fingers.

"Bobby?"

He turned to look at me and the regret in his eyes hit me like a punch. "I'm sorry," he said, and I instantly took another hit. Was he sorry for walking out on me or was he sorry for kissing me?

I could feel my brow furrow even as I struggled to find my voice. "For what?" I finally managed to ask.

"For pushing you when you weren't ready. For making you feel uncomfortable."

I shook my head as I crept forward on my crutches until I could reach out and touch his arm. "I wasn't uncomfortable. I was, and still am aroused," I replied, then gave him a grin with the hopes of easing some of his guilt. "You were right," I went on to say. "You were right about damn near everything you said in there and God help me, but I enjoyed kissing you and I find myself desperately wanting to do it again."

"Sienna," he sighed.

Without losing my crutch, I held up a hand to stop him. "I know. You were also right when you said it was too soon. It's a big enough leap for me to go from being a widow to having any kind of intimate relationship right now. To open myself to two men isn't something I ever imagined myself doing. I don't know if I can, but I do know I'm going to have to really think this through."

"Just know, we come as a set," he said. "It's both or neither, Sienna. I won't leave Lester."

I shook my head. "I would never ask you to. Nor would I want to be the cause of anything bad happening between the two of you. I understand the parameters and I know if I want to be with you, then I have to be willing to take him too." I smirked. "Like that would be such a hardship."

He narrowed his eyes as he looked at me. "What are you saying?"

"Honestly?" I asked as I held his gaze.

"Yeah, honestly."

"I think there's a very good chance I have feelings for both of you. I mean I know I have feelings for both of you, but I'm just a bit confused by this entire situation and what it all means. I need to work it all out in my brain." I shook my head. "I don't do casual, Bobby. So, if I decided to go all in with you and Les, I'm expecting it to be forever and the logistics of that scare the hell out of me."

He stared at me, his expression serious. "Lester and I can have flings whenever we like, and we have when it's suited our needs. But this…" He motioned between us. "This is more than just a fling. We both know that. We decided a while back that we wanted something more permanent too."

I gave his hand a squeeze. "Please know that I hear you and I understand, but I am going to need time."

The next day, with Steph's help, I officially moved out of Lester and Bobby's apartment and into the empty unit down the hall. It might have been a bit cowardly on my part but staying with them prevented me from thinking with a clear head. The consequences of my decision were too important to risk accidentally throwing it out the window due to a moment of weakness.

Bobby protested at first and I couldn't help but worry that I was hurting his feelings with my decision. Yet, our actions of the previous day bothered me even more. I know he said Lester would be more than okay with what happened, but it still felt like cheating to me. The last thing I wanted was to come between the two of them.

At this point, I wasn't sure I wanted a relationship with both of them. It wasn't just the aspect of being in such an unconventional relationship that concerned me. Though that did weigh on my mind. If I entered into a relationship with both men, just how would it work? Would we always need to be together for intimate moments or would one on one time be acceptable? If so, would such a situation cause jealousy or distrust?

Then there was the whole taking on both men aspect. Could I even handle two, virile men with strong sex drives and a deep-seated need to protect me from the world? If I was going to be able to think clearly about our situation, I not only needed time, but space to allow me to figure things out.

Once I was settled, Steph loaded me into the Cayenne, and drove me to the office supply store so I could get what I needed to make my presentation on Monday. I then spent the rest of Saturday alone, assembling my presentation. On Sunday, Steph and Ella allowed me to do a run through of it on them.

They'd no sooner left when Lester stopped by. When I opened the door to him, the look on his face had my heart skipping a beat. He appeared worried and maybe even a little sad. "Can I come in?"

I angled my crutches out of the way and motioned for him to enter. "Is something wrong?"

He stopped, his nearly six-foot frame towering over me. "Bobby is upset."

I closed my eyes and took a deep steadying breath. "I was afraid he would be."

"He blames himself for you wanting to move out so soon. He's worried that you're now afraid of him because of what happened between the two of you."

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. Bobby had actually told Lester about our bathroom encounter? "He told you about what happened in the bathroom?"

Lester's grin was slight as he took a step toward me. "We tell each other everything."

"I'm sorry," I said as regret coursed through me. "I would never intentionally do anything to come between you two."

His brow knit and the frown returned to his lips. "You didn't. My only issue with that entire situation was that I wasn't there to take part."

"T-Then…" I stopped and swallowed hard. "Then what Bobby told me was true? You're both interested in me?"

"Yes," he said as he raised a hand and gently brushed the loose hair from my face. "Imagine my surprise when you fell into me last Saturday and I felt the same shock, the same heat I feel when I touch Bobby."

I closed my eyes again as the warmth of his touch skimmed along my temple and worked its way down and along my jaw. "I was even more stunned when Bobby reported the same feeling. It's you, Sienna," he whispered, and I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin. "You're the missing piece in our relationship. You're the one who could make everything perfect. His lips touched mine, soft and needy and pulled a gasp from me.

On instinct I let go of my crutch and reached for him. A low growl erupted from him as he closed the distance, pulling me to him. His mouth crashed against mine, hungry, needy, and inciting a rush of heat through my body as I clung to him. When he finally broke the kiss, we both gasped for air as he spoke again.

"Bobby's afraid that you're feeling guilty for what happened between you two. He's worried that you're going to pull away because of your fear that you'll hurt us or that we'll hurt you." His mouth pressed soft kisses along my jaw, making his way to the sweet spot just below my ear.

"Lester," I gasped as a fresh shot of heat coursed through me.

"Make no mistake, Sienna. I want you. Bobby wants you and we both know exactly what we're asking of you." He pulled back now so we could see each other. "Please don't let guilt control how you feel. Bobby and I are good. Our relationship is solid. Having you as part of it would only make it that much better."

"I-I told Bobby I need time to think about all of this. To figure out exactly how I feel and what I want," I replied as I stared up at him. At that moment, all I wanted was to throw caution to the wind and jump in with both feet. Yet, deep inside, fear was tugging me back, screaming at me to slow down and think this through.

"I want you both," I admitted with a small smile. "But I need to fully explore the ramifications of that admission and of what it would mean if I allowed this to move forward. Despite what I write, I'm not normally impulsive or carefree. I've never been in a situation with two men before and I've never found myself caring so deeply about two men at the same time. That's why I told Bobby I needed time and why I also need the space. I need to make this decision with a clear head and an open heart."

I sighed and took a tiny step back to use the wall as a support. "I didn't move out because of what Bobby did. I moved out because right now, it's the correct decision for all of us. This is all new to me, Lester. I'm seriously confused, and I need you both to give me some time to figure things out."

His look turned contemplative as he stared down at me. "Fair enough," he finally said. "I'll convey what you just told me to Bobby." He turned to go, then stopped and looked back at me. "Know this though…Don't think for a second that Bobby and I are going to just stand by and let you walk out of our lives without fighting for what you know in your heart is right."

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