He resisted looking away, barely. “It’s complex.”
Complex! Complex was a Rubik’s Cube when taken apart and attempts made to put it back together. Monty knew how complex that was. Fuck, that was so inadequate to describe what the heck was going on. Kendrick gave Monty the chance to get close to Rue. To witness how much Rue loved to be pinned down and fucked, while buried balls deep in another man!
Kendrick loved all the kinky shit.
Monty discovered he had a kinky side that he didn’t know he possessed. Three in a bed was most definitely something he wanted with Rue—again. Did the sensuality among all three happen because of Kendrick? How did he come to terms with his new reality? Until last night, he’d thought his feelings for Rue were the monogamous type—until Kendrick.
It was a whole heap of tangled problems, that’s what it was with no way to unravel it all when Rue wouldn’t even talk to him. He eyed Isley and Hollis speculatively.
“No…” Hollis held up his hands in a defensive move, the color draining from his face, “I mean it. I don’t want to know what… what you got up to with whoever, right?”
“Hollis, stop being a prude.” Isley smiled shyly at Monty. “It’s okay to like different things.”
Monty giggle-snorted, then burst into full-blown laughter. It was either that or cry. Laughing was better than tears. In the shower, he had shed enough and made a promise—no more.
Isley joined in, and not a second later Hollis giggled.
“What am I to do with you guys?”
“Hollis, you love us all,” Isley pointed out, amid the laughter.
“Hey, what’s going on here?” Frey said, motioning to them all as he came to a standstill, eyeing each of them with suspicion. “What’s the joke?”
“My love life,” Monty said without thinking.
“I knew it,” Frey grinned so wide he looked manic. “You and Rue not showing up this morning. And Rue not answering in the alphahole group chat could only mean one thing.”
“Wait up, alphahole? What is that?” Isley was the first to ask.
“Like our PA group chat. The brothers have one, too. It seems Jupiter named it alphaholes, and it stuck,” Frey supplied, his shoulders shaking with laughter. “It suits them.”
Monty agreed. It certainly suited Rue; he was an alphahole!
“I think ours is much classier, thanks to Ziggy.”
“Do I hear my name?” Ziggy wore a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes as he strolled towards them, his gaze shifting to the paddock with horses in it. After he had fainted the other day, Monty understood why he was cautious when horses freaked him out.
“I was saying that our group chat has a much nicer name than the one the brothers’ have.”
“The brothers have a group chat?”
Frey nodded at Ziggy. “They do, alphaholes. Booker left his phone open on the side the other morning and I noticed it, so asked what it was.”
“Did you snoop?” Hollis looked horrified.
Pink-cheeked Frey bit his bottom lip.
“Oh my God, you did,” Ziggy accused.
“It was right there, and I didn’t scroll backtoofar—”
“I bet it was all full of complaints about us!” Isley muttered, sounding utterly miffed.
Frey frowned at Isley. “They rag on each other, like brothers do.”
Monty suspected Frey was being vague on purpose, but as the conversation was directed away from him, for now, he kept quiet.
“Where is everyone else?” Hollis asked Ziggy.
