“You had company.”
Kendrick didn’t deny it. “I did, and thanks to your lazy ass, I had to leave when things were just getting interesting.”
Again!
“Sorry.”
Kendrick pointed a stirrer at him, looking at him for the first time. His lips parted, the next tirade fleeing when his eyes dropped to the collar of Trey’s old sweater.
He was mated… to Cassidy.Holy fucking chickens!
Trey had been fucking Cassidy for the best part of two years, and Kendrick had thought Trey was too stuck in his ways to lay claim to the little chick.
He took a step towards Trey, eyes stretching wide, and to his horror he let rip a strangled noise that, fuck him, was all jealousy.
“What the ever loving fuck! Did hell freeze over? Did fancy pants at the bar last night steal your fucking sanity?” Kendrick rasped, sounding winded as he continued to stare, fighting his own emotions.
“Just stop—”
“Stop what? You let Cassidy claim you!” he exclaimed loudly, the shock at how much he wanted that for himself left him reeling when it came with double the impact after his epic night with Monty and Rue.
One night changes nothing.
Yes, it does.His bear laughed—loudly.
“That’s none of your business,” Trey snapped back.
Kendrick stomped off towards Trey’s bedroom to glance inside. He needed to shake off the weirdness of his own… anxiety, after how he’d woken this morning. This day was too fucking much when it came with a ride on a bucking bronco of his emotions.
Tonight, he was canceling.
“Where is he?” He looked back at Trey, his nose wrinkling at the heavy scent of sex. A wave of concern washed over him when he realized Cassidy wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Had Trey claimed him without consent? The dive over the bar Trey had executed hadn’t happened because his friend was feeling rational. “Tell me it was consensual?”
“How fucking long have you known me?” Trey fired back angrily. “He fucking bit me first!”
“He did?” Kendrick questioned, not at all convinced. Cassidy had never been pushy, ever. Kendrick went back to the counter, searching Trey’s expression for answers. It was better than admitting to his mixed emotions.
“Yes, he did.” Trey plonked his spoon into his half full bowl of cereal and placed it on the counter. “Now, if you’ve finished havin’ a go, you can leave.”
The coffee machine started to spit and bubble as the scent filled the kitchen. Kendrick went back to the pot, shaking his head. “Nope, I’m not going anywhere until you explain how you went from never wanting a mate—only last week—to being mated.”
Trey groaned and took the doctored coffee Kendrick offered him. “What’s to say? You know I was interested in Cassidy—”
“Fucking is what you kept saying you were doin’,” Kendrick pointed out sharply.
Trey ground his teeth together, and Kendrick just gave him a hard stare. “That might be so. But I ain’t fucked anyone else in more than a year.”
Kendrick nearly laughed aloud at how his friend thought he was fooling him; it was closer to two years. Kendrick was observant, but didn’t argue over that. He sipped the dark brew and eyed Trey over the rim of his mug. “You ain’t had sex with anyone since Cassidy”—his eyes narrowed over the mug—“have you?”
Trey sagged against the counter. “No, I tried once, and I just couldn’t…”
“Get it up,” Kendrick finished, smirking because his friend was being too ridiculous for words.
Trey gave him the finger. “Smug asshole.”
“Always. So what you gonna do now?”
“What do you mean?” Trey questioned, his brows pinching together.
