“What about work?” Monty replied, though he lifted his leg and stuck a hand between his thighs to bring Rue’s cock between them.
“I’m sure work can wait.” Kendrick tilted his head to the side and arched his eyebrows. “Except, I think you’re forgetting something, Monty.”
Rue released a strangled moan, and impish eyes met Kendrick’s, delivering a heady buzz with how responsive his body was, already tingling at the feast laid out before him.
“And what’s that?” Monty demanded cheekily.
“Who’s in charge.”
Rue stilled, ever so watchful, all traces of sleep gone as Kendrick stepped to the edge of the bed when Monty answered sassily, “I’m not sure.”
Kendrick held back a smile at how he was enjoying the game, especially when Rue’s cheeks reddened and his breathing accelerated. “Then let me remind you.”
“Get your ugly ass out of bed,” Kendrick called from outside Trey’s apartment, too pissed to stop hammering on the door because his friend hadn’t rocked up to open the bar—like he should have.
The low-level hum of arousal added to his frustration when it wouldn’t quit.
“Fuck off,” came Trey’s shout through the door, not sounding at all like he was moving his ass to do what Kendrick wanted.
He seldom used the key Trey had given him, but he didn’t care about Cassidy’s sensibilities, or Trey’s for that matter. Neither had shown the common fucking decency to get up in time to stop anyone hassling him.
Having so easily persuaded Rue and Monty to stay, they’d barely gotten started when he’d received a call from a delivery driver sat outside the bar. He should have ignored it, but hadn’t as he seldom got a call that early. He’d discovered that Trey hadn’t responded to the pounding on the back door of the bar. To make matters worse, Kendrick didn’t miss the sound of disappointment Rue had made before he’d slipped on a mask of indifference, acting like his cock wasn’t dripping and so hard he’d battled to get his fly done up.
Monty, on the other hand, had gone with the flow and been the one to ask if they could finish what they’d started later. Wanting to use Kendrick’s phone to add his information, Kendrick didn’t miss Monty adding both his and Rue’s contact details. Kendrick loved his boldness, it matched Rue’s reticence. The balance was appealing when it was also challenging, and Kendrick had thrown caution to the wind and agreed.
Outside the bar, where he’d dropped them when Rue had refused the offer of a lift to the ranch, Kendrick had gone about his business with the knowledge Monty decidedtheywould come to his after supper tonight. He wasn’t sure Monty would easily sway Rue, but no matter what, Kendrick would wait at home because Trey owed him the evening off.
Three days, that’s all the time he had before they’d be gone. He was going to fuck them senseless—if they let him—then let them go. It was for the best. Fucking, no ties. It worked for him.
Then why did the thought leave him feeling hollow inside?
He exhaled sharply. Going inside, he could hear Trey moving around his bedroom. Going to the kitchen gave him something to do with his hands when they trembled at his sides.Three nights, it is all about fucking. Nothing more than that.
Is there any need to shout that?
I was expressing my fucking opinion… to myself.Was he shouting at himself? His bear seemed to think so.
It was more like you were trying to convince yourself of it, loudly.
Can’t you fucking shut up!Kendrick forgot all about his own honesty vow.
Harsh, much.
“What part of fuck off don’t you get?” Trey called out from the other room, giving Kendrick the perfect target for his frustration as he rummaged for what he needed to make coffee.
Bare feet stomping to where Kendrick was filling the coffee machine gave him a perverse sense of pleasure.
“You better have brought breakfast.”
“It’s nearly lunchtime, you ass.” Kendrick measured out coffee beans while Trey went to the cupboard where he kept his cereal. He dragged out the box and grabbed a bowl, milk and a spoon.
Bowl filled, he leaned against the counter and ate, watching Kendrick way too closely.
Kendrick didn’t need to look at his friend, they’d known each other for two decades. They knew each other’s moods, so he wasn’t at all surprised when Trey pointed out, “You’re pissed.”
“I shut the bar down last night when you did a disappearing act. I was hoping to get a fucking lie in only Des rang me ‘cause you hadn’t shown up to set up for opening.”
The sound of chewing ensued as Kendrick felt the weight of Trey’s gaze on him as he worked on filling the machine in front of him.
