He couldn’t argue with that, except it didn’t answer how Kendrick knew he liked…
God, he couldn’t even admit it to himself.
He swallowed, doing his best to concentrate on serving customers. It had been a few years since he’d worked at a bar. It was much better than thinking about why he was half-hard at the idea planted in his head. One he’d never contemplate voicing to his PA.
Kendrick is voicing it.
Change your damn tune.
Rue wasn’t ashamed of his needs, more embarrassed than anything at admitting aloud he liked to be pinned down and fucked hard by an alpha or an omega—at the same time—or any variation of that. So long as he wasn’t the one in charge and there were three of them.
There, he’d admitted it and not gotten struck down by lightning!
“Sorry, mate, I asked for Bourbon,” a deep male voice broke through his inner turmoil.
“Shit… sorry.” He offered an apologetic smile at seeing the clear liquid in the glass he’d placed on the bar.
His face warmed, but not just because he’d fucked up. The guy’s nose twitching and his gaze lowering to the bar top were quite obvious. Thankfully, the bar top also prevented the cowboy from seeing what action he sported in his jeans.
Was he giving the dude the wrong impression?
Christ, get it together!
He strode to the back of the bar, grabbed a bottle of bourbon and a clean glass, adding two fingers of liquor before taking it back. “On the house,” he said, not meeting the questioning glance, and swiftly moving to the next customer.
He was doing okay until Kendrick upped the ante, taking every opportunity to remind Rue how close he was.
His breath hitched, and his skin buzzed with tiny aftershocks as possessive fingers brushed over the nape of his neck. It was too much with how his body responded, and it fucked with his mind when any of the PAs, or his brother, could see what was happening.
Rue was a private person, reserved in public. Yet his brain could more than imagine how Kenrick would look and feel naked, with his body pressed against him for all to see, begging for cock. His feelings had him doubting his sanity, and Kendrick’s proximity made his head fuzzy with bizarre thoughts.
He was never going to explain this to his brothers—especially Jupiter—when they questioned his reasoning for working behind the bar after a grueling day on the ranch. Also, he’d need to get up at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow for morebonding.
Aren’t I in enough trouble?he groused to himself.
A gusty exhale followed when he spun around and miscalculated how close Kendrick was. Their chests bumped together, and Rue staggered, getting just how much bigger the bear was than him.
Damnit, am I panting?
The man was a behemoth.
A mountain of muscle—hard muscle.
As if he’d not just knocked Rue sideways with the touch, Kendrick gripped his shoulder to steady him, his full lips tugging into a devil-may-care grin that shot straight to Rue’s balls and made them ache.
I’m in so much trouble.
Isn’t it marvelous?
Rue’s rhino side might think that, but he didn’t with how fucking horny he was.
“I can’t wait to see you come apart.” Back was that dirty fucking smile, now combined with a husky drawl that made Rue wish he was naked, even when he’d agreed to nothing.
Haven’t we?
He barely resisted the need to argue. He shouldn’t have left it so long between fucks, he thought, unable to do more than give a jerky nod in response.
Sending up a silent thank you when someone shouted, “Is anyone serving?” Rue took that as his cue and all but jumped to get to the guy to have something to do with hands that wanted to…don’t think about.
