By the Numbers (Love Logic, #3)

by K.M. Neuhold

Did I mention my new roommate is a straight up smoke show? Because, yeah, he’s bangable. Not that I’m going to go there. Nope, because that would be stupid, and as he pointed out, I am in fact a certified genius. No bad decisions happening over here, not a one.

I recently learned the very important life lesson: if I want something, I’d better go for it before my brother, Pax, swoops in and fucks it. Or eats it in this particular case.

“I didn’t think you were paying attention,” he whispers, darting a glance at my paper, the blush on his face deepening when he sees the sketch of the still not totally perfect erect cock. I’m not sure what there is for him to be so embarrassed about. He has a boyfriend; I’m sure he’s seen a dick before. Not to mention, I assume he also has a dick that he’s probably seen. Although, assuming can be a hazardous pasttime. For all I know, neither Elijah nor Pax have penises. It’s not exactly my business either way.

I grin with satisfaction when I finally manage to capture the true beauty of a nicely proportioned, delightfully erect cock.

“No, Mom,” I agree, trying not to sound too wary of the same old motivational speech about how Monroes earn what they have and about how my intelligence is a gift I can’t waste. Considering I’m nineteen and an aerospace engineering PhD student, I’m pretty sure I’m living up to my potential. But the way she and my dad talk, you’d think I was walking through life with a needle in my arm. “I have to go. I need to study.”

Aside from the key issue, in the past two weeks I’ve learned three important things about my new roommate: he loves math puns, he’s scary smart, and he walks into things at least twice a day because he’s never paying any attention to his surroundings.

I nearly choke on the bit of cookie I just bit off. Another thing you don’t typically imagine when you think of geniuses is the phrase dicked down hard.

I take a sip of my drink and allow myself a second to revel in the fact that I seem to have done pretty well for myself with my first attempt at having friends.

If the only hazing I have to endure to join their slumber party is to put on seasonally inappropriate pants, I can probably live with that. I stand back up and shed my jeans on the spot, earning a startled sound from Theo and furiously red cheeks from Elijah. I toss my pants aside and step into the reindeer pants.

My stomach flutters. I’ve had sex with plenty of guys, but I’ve never slept next to anyone.

“When the semester started, he tried to fuck around with one of my assignments, and I met with him during his office hours to talk about it. He tried to blow me off too, but I flat out told him that if he thought he could fuck with my grades, he was sorely underestimating how much better my understanding of the material is than his and that I would personally write up an explanation of every incorrect mark to give to the professor at the end of the semester.” I snort a laugh, imagining how pissed and terrified the guy must have been with this vicious chihuahua of a man threatening him like that. I’m picturing him being all kinds of aggressive and bad ass, but in reality, I’m sure he smiled sweetly while he threatened the guy’s job.