Rue hadn’t taken more than two steps inside the room, whereas Monty roamed around touching the dark wood furniture that matched the bedframe. There was an enormous chair sat at the end of the bed. Its position was at odds with the rest of the furniture in the room, unless…
Kendrick went and sat in it, stretching out his jean-clad legs in front of him.
Monty eyed the man who looked to be eyeing them both with lazy interest, just the light in those hooded eyes spoke of a predator, and they were his prey. Monty’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his lower body vibrating with a flood of desire.
The chair had a purpose, and with Kendrick’s ability to view the bed in his current position, it didn’t take much to figure out what Kendrick might want.
“Do you know what a voyeur is?” A sound came from Rue, but Monty didn’t look away from Kendrick as he nodded. “It’s my biggest kink. That and directing a couple to do as I bid before I join in. Do either of you have a problem with that?”
“What do you mean by that?” Monty wanted clarity now, before he combusted on the spot with what he imagined. He didn’t want to be disappointed, fuck that.
Kendrick glanced at Rue, and Monty’s hand pressed hard against the throbbing cock between his legs, chugging in air so fast he could have run six miles without a breather.
At the naked desire swirling in those tiger eyes, Monty’s breathing became even more erratic.
“Drop the hand,” Kendrick growled, without taking his gaze off Rue.
Monty whined in distress but did as he was told.
“Good boy. Are you verse?”
Monty wasn’t sure if that was meant for him or Rue, but he answered. “I am.”
“You fucking would be,” Rue rasped.
“Are you?” Kendrick persisted, and Monty’s lungs seized, waiting for the reply.
If there’s a goddess, let it be a yes!
Monty thought he could hear a clock ticking. Maybe it was his pulse buzzing in his ears as he counted off the seconds.
He got to ten before Rue murmured, “Yes.”
“Do you want what I’m offering?”
Again, Monty was the eager otter. “Please.”
A strangled sound came, but before Monty’s gaze had moved to Rue, his lips got claimed in a searing kiss. It burned him alive. Heat poured off him with the same desire he’d experienced from Rue the last time. Yet as familiar as this was, it was different. Frantic even.
Rue tore at his clothes to get to his skin. The urgency far surpassed their last sexual encounter by about a fucking thousand times.
“Off. Take them off,” Rue demanded against his mouth, his tongue shoving back into Monty’s mouth where it slid andtwisted around his tongue before sucking so hard that it sent pulses right through him.
Desire, potent and devastating, settled low in his groin, making Monty’s dick and ass leak in tandem, soaking his boxers and probably his jeans. The knowledge that Kendrick was watching somehow added a dimension to the lust. It expanded the feelings into the room and they moved freely, carried by the weight of their desire.
A hand gripped the base of his neck, fingers flexing and digging in enough to make Monty aware it wasn’t Rue. In a daze, he watched Kendrick murmur next to Rue’s ear, “Who’s in charge here?”
If Monty hadn’t witnessed with his own eyes, he’d never have believed the submissive dipping of Rue’s gaze and the following stain of red that graced his cheekbones as he whispered, “You are.”
Biting his inner cheek to keep himself in check, Monty waited not so patiently for what was coming next.
It was as if the devil had come out to play when a wicked smile graced Kendrick’s plump lips. “That’s right, I am.” He kissed the corner of Rue’s trembling mouth. “Now, let’s see exactly what you’re packing in those designer jeans. Strip for me.” His gaze flipped to Monty. “You too, honey.”
Released, Kendrick moved to sit back down. Monty couldn’t look away from the impressive bulge, which surpassed Rue’s, housed in denim as his legs stretched out in front of him yet again, thighs parted.
Oh, goddesses, thank you.
Quickly naked, Monty didn’t feel self-conscious as both men’s gazes hungrily raked over his body.
