Kendrick leaned on the bar, letting the seconds tick by. As they passed, his belief that the guy sitting at the bar was most definitely interested in Monty, despite the sour look he now sported, continued to grow. Had there been something between the pair?
His intuition played to them having had sex… but whether it was more than that, he wasn’t sure. There was something in the vibe he was picking up from Monty, who chose then to glance toward the bar. The smile that graced his pretty mouth remained, but something about his eyes clashing with the guy said they had unfinished business of the sexual kind. Monty was most definitely not looking at Kendrick when he witnessed the challenge the guy threw down.
Motherfucker.
Kendrick had to take a moment to get his damn libido under control before he could speak.
“Someone caught your attention, honey?” he rasped huskily, adding enough innuendo the guy wouldn’t miss his interest when he turned his gaze from Monty and back to him.
He flexed his biceps for effect and witnessed the guy’s gaze drop, then hood just a second too late to hide the interest.
Bingo… full house, baby!
Kendrick was nothing if not an optimist in going after what he wanted, despite the odds of success of having this guy and Monty in his bed tonight being pretty slim. As a bear shifter, he was as big in both forms. Bigger than this guy, by just the right amount. Kendrick inhaled deeply, familiarizing his bear with the scent, having done the same earlier with Monty.
He’s something…
Yes, he is,Kendrick answered his animal side.
He wasn’t quite sure what type of shifter he was, but he suspected big as he eye-fucked him over the bar, continuing to make his interest known when the man appeared to forget how to speak. The guy's skin darkened, and his nostrils flared, clearly picking up on the signals Kendrick wasn’t subtle about.
Fuck, he was adorable. “What’ll it be, honey?”
When the guy coughed, eyelids dipping to hide his thoughts once more, large hands clasped together on the bar.
“IPA if you have it,” he finally murmured in a smooth voice that ran over Kendrick’s skin like a piece of silk.
Kendrick’s mind ran wild with possibilities of how to get Monty interested in some threesome fun. Could he persuade this guy to join if he knew Monty?
Cool your jets!
The imagery that floated through his mind enticed him. The couple, naked and fucking in his bed, got his system revving harder than a Corvette. He went to grab a bottle of IPA fromthe cooler. With one quick adjustment to move his now painfully crammed cock, he grabbed a glass, placing both on the bar.
“Here you go, honey.” He made sure their fingers brushed together.
He felt a bolt of electricity shoot through him at the hissed curse and the startled, wide-eyed look he got for his effort.
The hand got snatched away, and the urge to demand he put it back caused Kendrick to bite the inside of his cheek.
I don’t know his name.
Why is that important?
Trust his fucking bear half.It is.
A twenty appeared on the bar next to his hand, one the guy avoided, getting Kendrick to zone back in. He collected it and went to the cash register, taking another moment to adjust the monster dick crammed against his zipper.
Fuck, it was going to be a long night if he couldn’t get his dick to take a chill pill.
His name being called by a regular made it impossible to do more than give back the guy’s change. Dropping it on the bar when the guy kept his hands balled at the edge, which caused Kendrick no end of amusement. Like that would stop him. He had his scent, and the desire wasn’t one-sided. Far fucking from it, so all bets were off.
What Kendrick needed was a minute with Monty to assess whether he was whistling the wrong tune. His frustration grew when the guy who collected the glasses and washed them left him with no reason to leave the bar area, and Monty showed no signs of returning fifteen minutes later.
Grabbing a cloth from his back pocket, Kendrick wiped up the spills on the bar top, an automatic move he’d done a thousand times, as he caught Trey’s worried expression. Had he noticed Kendrick’s interest in the two men?
“What’s with you?” Kendrick’s gaze narrowed on Trey when he turned to the cash register, working on keeping any of his nerves out of his voice. “You look like you swallowed a hornet, and it’s stuck in your throat. It don’t have anything to do with a certain someone who is getting lots of attention, does it?” Kendrick quickly glanced to where Cassidy was and his lips quirked up. The blond cutie—Frey?—in the group had gotten very flirty and handsy with Cassidy.
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout,” Trey muttered crossly.
