“I believe Monty needs to present that bubble butt of his, then we can see exactly where your cock will be when I slide inside you, Rue, and fuck you bothhard.For that to happen, let’s usethat tongue of yours to get Monty nice and loose, then Monty can return the favor.”
Monty liked detailed people, and he absolutely fucking loved how detailed Kendrick got, especially when Rue kneeled behind him after he leaned over the end of the bed. Spreading his legs wide, he presented his ass, as directed by Kendrick.
“Part his cheeks, reveal that pretty hole. Oh, now lookie there. Slick and shiny, ready for your tongue…”
Don’t come.
Don’t come.
Don’t fucking dare come!
Chapter Eight
Kendrick
Kendrick stretched out the kinks in his back as he walked buck-ass naked to tug open the curtains, allowing the rising sun to cast a glow over the two men wrapped around each other in his bed. The covers were snagged around their legs, leaving their upper bodies exposed. The difference between them appealed to Kendrick. Rue’s broadness and thick, corded neck were a thing of beauty. Strong, veiny forearms. So different from the slender—no, lean—musculature of Monty. Rue had his face pressed against the gentle curve of Monty’s neck, almost like he was seeking his scent.
Entwined as they were, whimsical thoughts of contrasts, dark and light, reflected what was inside of each man. Rue held a dark shadow within. Kendrick couldn’t rationalize why some part of him believed this, it just was. Monty’s contrasting light—whether or not Rue realized it—balanced the other man.
Kendrick had witnessed it when Rue let go and submitted to his attraction for Monty.Beautiful.Intoxicating.
Kendrick wanted to bask in the glow from both men. Feel its warmth against his skin, let it sink inside…
Whoa there!
What kind of thinking is that?
The damn kind that only brings heartbreak.
The sound of his hands running over his bristly chin was the only noise in the room. Neither stirred, but Kendrick wasn’t surprised when it had barely been three hours since they’d crashed after two hours of vigorous sex. There had been very little talking, except for his kinky demands, and he was usually fine with that.
Except… a lingering sense of disquiet at how he wanted to get to know these men was the reason he had gotten out of bed. He could have explained away the early rise as knowing both men needed to get up to return to Darling Ranch, but he wasn’t one to lie to himself.
The disquiet came from his allowing Rue and Monty to stay. More to the point, he’d encouraged it. His usual behavior was ‘get them out the door the minute the fun was over’.
There had been no one serious in his life for more years that he wanted to consider. He did like his own space and the ability to come and go as he pleased. Yes, the time between being intimate with someone, or getting his freak on with two someone’s, could vary a lot with how small Bayfield was.
Also, he knew most of the cowboys that were regulars at the bar and lived in the surrounding ranches. It limited his options when he didn’t do messy. It’s why he usually preferred out of towners as bed partners. They were easy, and there was little chance of finding it becoming complicated.
Then why hadn’t he followed his own rules when the attraction went beyond the normal for him?
It was fucking.
He tried out the lie and felt a punch to his gut.
Unable to get his gaze to shift from the couple, a frown marred his brow. Whatever was going on with the two men, neither—possibly just Rue—acknowledged it wasn’t the first time they’d had sex. There was a level of intimacy between them that spoke for them.
Years behind a bar gave him an interest in watching others, not just in the bedroom. No, Kendrick was genuinely interested in people. What made them tick. What drove them to behave the way they did. Was this all it was?
“What time is it?” rasped Rue, his eyes barely slits as he glanced at Kendrick before he looked away, moving to untangle himself from Monty.
Kendrick sensed the withdrawal. The barriers being put back in place that he’d removed last night.
That wasn’t working for Kendrick, not one fucking bit. “Time to see how tasty that mouth is when it’s full of my come.” The deepened, gruff tone caught Rue’s attention when he gave Kendrick a startled look, but as the seconds ticked by, he didn’t say no.
Monty stirred, and Kendrick suspected it was because of the erection poking at his back. “Is that a firefighter’s pole or are you just happy to see me?” Monty murmured sleepily.
“Shall we find out?” Kendrick chuckled, amused at how Monty was already wriggling up to get Rue’s arousal someplace better.
