Stop it. We talked about this, we’re doing it.
The lack of music made the click of the lock ring loudly, bringing the empty bar into full focus. Kendrick turned to face the bar, and his expression held a wildness that sent shivers of desire through Monty.
Everything about the large shifter spoke of restrained power. Would he unleash it on Rue? On him?
Monty shivered once more in anticipation. He didn’t look at Rue to see what he was thinking. It was pointless; the man could mask his emotions far too easily, even when aroused.
“My truck’s out back.” Despite his size, Kendrick moved through the bar with a fluid grace, seemingly uncaring that there were still dirty glasses on the bar top.
Monty wasn’t going to argue and hot-footed it behind him, watching how his bountiful ass flexed in tight denim. Would he let Monty lick his ass?
Lost in his thoughts, he stumbled at Rue’s presence right behind him. A shovel-sized hand took hold of his arm, steadying him. He glanced over his shoulder, the ‘thank you’ dying in histhroat at the taut features and intense desire that burned in reckless gray eyes.
Monty was consumed by the passion and they weren’t fucking naked. Monty worried how he’d survive. How would he survive intact?
There was no chance to let the worry sink in and take hold as Rue guided him outside into cool, refreshing air after the warmth inside the bar. Monty gulped greedily, getting his first real, untainted whiff of Kendrick’s scent. Where Rue smelled like rich spices, Kendrick’s was woody, earthy even, with an undertone of citrus. They conjured a picture of a wooded area, maybe an orchard with orange trees.
Out back, in the darkness, Kendrick set the alarm while Monty’s pulse hammered through his veins in expectation. Having never experienced anything like this, he wasn’t sure if jumping onto Rue and kissing him like he really wanted to was the done thing.
He hesitated when he recalled how Rue had reacted after sex. Was Rue interested in what Monty offered, or was it Kendrick?
You could smell the scent of his cum when you told him you were gonna suck him off while Kendrick fucked him.
He couldn’t deny that. But could that be more what Kendrick had done to Rue prior? Monty wasn’t blind to the hip-rolling action happening behind the bar. If anyone else noticed, Monty couldn’t have said. His attention had been on the couple in front of him, giving him a show.
Kendrick strode to one of the mean-looking trucks parked up. Black, with big wheels and fancy chrome, it fit the big shifter. Lights flashed as the locks disengaged, and for a brief moment, Monty caught something flicker in Kendrick’s expression that looked somewhat like doubt.
His heart sank at the possibility he had changed his mind, crushing Monty’s hope of a repeat with Rue.
“Now we’re alone, I wanna check we know what’s happening here.”
“The three of us getting naked and fucking,” Monty said hopefully, and with a touch too much enthusiasm by how Kendrick’s laughter filled the quiet.
“Yep, I suppose that sums it up. With a few extras thrown in,” Kendrick replied, between snorts of laughter.
“Extras?” Rue, to Monty, sounded as if someone was strangling him.
With how dark it was, despite the stars filling the sky above, he couldn’t see Rue properly to gauge what was going on inside his head, not that he had any practice at that.
“We can talk here, or head to mine and lay it out where there’s no chance of being overheard—or seen.”
Monty’s answer was to hop into the back of the truck and buckle up.
Rue muttered something that sounded decidedly like, “fuck, am I doing this?” before he climbed in the front passenger seat, giving his answer.
The drive was made in silence, like they were all contemplating what would happen when they got to Kendrick’s. That was what Monty was doing. He played it over and over, him pinned between the two men. He also wasn’t sure he’d last more than a minute when they touched him. Ten minutes later, his pulse beating so fast with all the positions he hoped he’d get to try, Kendrick parked in front of a large, two-storey home in the typical clapperboard style.
Painted white, with flower boxes on windowsills, Monty’s eyes widened when they landed on the picket fence. This was a family home in a neighborhood that was bound to be filled with children. The guy gave off a vibe that said this was the last type of neighborhood he’d live in.
Kendrick got out of the truck and waited until Rue and Monty did the same. In the house, way too big for one person in Monty’s opinion, Monty glimpsed large, comfy furniture as Kendrick led them through the house and upstairs.
They passed a closed door before Kendrick opened the next one and stood back, allowing Monty to pass first. The focal point of the room was the humongous bed. Draped with throws of fur and a mountain of pillows, the covers were a dark brown and orange.
“Fuck, that’s the biggest bed I’ve ever seen!” Monty exclaimed in his nervousness.
“Had it specially made. I like to have room to… stretch out.”
Monty bet his tiny ass he liked to do a lot more than that. The bed most definitely was made for three.
