“Yep, what can I get you?”
The busyness of the bar and Kendrick appearing to understand he needed a bit of space gave Rue a chance to calm his fucking ass down. Until Monty strolled up to the bar looking good enough to eat. “What’s this? You looking for a new career?”
The softness of Monty’s voice could still be heard despite the music, loud laughter and voices shouting. He had a way of always making himself heard.
Rue swallowed to wet his mouth, meeting Monty’s unusual pale blue eyes, which were a little unfocused. Only the sexy smirk that graced his red lips made the attempt futile whenRue’s mouth dried up faster than a desert after a severe drought. Thirst trap, he’d heard Jupiter use the term, and it fucking applied to Monty.
Out of all of them, Monty fitted in more with the cowboys. The clothes gave him a rugged appeal. Dark scruff on his chin, which appeared after a few days of not shaving, gave him a bad boy appearance when combined with the look he was aiming at Rue.
The press of an enormous chest against his back came right as Kendrick’s hands landed on the bar, trapping Rue between it and Kendrick. The underlying arousal ramped up from a steady five to a fucking ten.
His startled gaze held Monty’s and Rue witnessed the way his eyes hooded the same way they had when they’d had sex.
He isn’t turned off…
The thought bedded in as Monty’s heated gaze roamed over both men.
He’s not repulsed.
He’s interested… Christ, he’s interested.
Everything around them faded into a haze of lust as Rue worked to determine what—if anything—he should do.
“You still planning on sticking around after closing?” Kendrick’s voice rumbled out, vibrating through Rue, and it took a moment to register what he’d said.
Monty nodded without hesitation. “Yeah, I can help clean up, if you like?” His gaze held Rue’s. “If there’s a reward?” His voice wasn’t quite steady as he perched on the seat Rue had vacated, looking all kinds of tempting.
“Fuck… yes.” Kendrick rolled his hips, branding Rue’s ass with the steel pipe he sported in jeans that left little to the imagination. Rue battled to control himself. The desire to beg to be the reward was there, despite the audience they had. It was shocking—scarily so.
He bit his inner cheek hard enough to fill his mouth with the coppery taste of blood. That didn’t stop him meeting the next roll with a hip tilt, so it pushed the dick between his ass cheeks. He clenched, hard.
What was he playing at? He wasn’t Jupiter, who liked an audience when he played.
I’ve lost my goddamn mind, is what.
Kendrick’s hot breath touched the rim of his ear, as he murmured, “That ass of yours is ours later.”
Rue’s thoughts whipped away like leaves in a storm, and he felt a keen sense of loss as Kendrick stepped away.
Strolling off down the bar, he left Rue breathless and hurting with how hard he was. He didn’t know which way was up.
“When he fucks you, I’m gonna suck your cock till you scream my name.”
Rue growled in distress and spun around to avoid anyone seeing him come in his fucking boxers. Sweat coated his top lip as his head dipped between his shoulders and his hands trembled with the need to stroke his dick.What in damnation was that?
The power of two!
Heart hammering against his ribs, Rue could only agree with his animal side and let the truth seep in.
I’m in so much fucking trouble.
Chapter Six
Delicious & Vicious
Frey:Are we missing something here?
Wilder:What are you talking about? You’re not making any sense, how much have you had to drink?
