Monty nodded eagerly, and not just because of Emmy cuddles and brownies—both were reasons to be eager—when Frey lived in Lane and Derick’s home, with the brothers. With Rue. Could he get a few minutes alone to finish the conversation he’d started in the truck?
“As long as I get to taste the brownie you raved about last time!” Ziggy stated dramatically, making them all laugh. Last time he’d gone, Ziggy had gone all snake because of an incident that involved Frey, which resulted in him missing out. “Then I’m in.”
Frey grinned sassily. “Good, because then we can talk about your…engagement!” Relief at how Ziggy was the focus died a second later when Frey glanced in Monty’s direction. “And we can talk about you and—”
“Frey!” he hissed, giving Frey a warning look. Out of the corner of his eye, he witnessed Rue grow still.
Please don’t mention it.His eyes begged his friend.Please don’t mention it.
Chapter Sixteen
Kendrick
Friday night had been brutal. Kendrick could admit it. His bed felt far too big, and he couldn’t settle, regardless of how tired he was. The bar had been slammed with customers, and that gave him a distraction, right until he’d walked through his front door.
The quiet was off-putting. Where he usually took comfort in his space, he found none. He wasn’t fooling himself that it would get better, when the dull ache in his chest didn’t let up as the weekend had passed. Fuck, if anything, it had increased after the call he’d arranged for Sunday night, thinking that would work.
Big fucking mistake.
The counter he’d placed the unopened bottles on was not where his thoughts were when all he could think about was how he’d wanted to be in Monty’s apartment, be present while he… vivid images of the couple flooded his mind.
“You have too many clothes on.” Kendrick witnessed how Rue’s cock pressed against the sweats he wore, in lieu of the denim he’d worn in Kendrick’s home.
“Want me to strip Rue?” Monty offered eagerly, already getting up off the forest green couch they sat on. The iPad they were using for the call sat on something high enough to give Kendrick a view of the room beyond the couch. Stylish and comfortable sprang to mind, with lots of personal items scattered over any available surface. Muted colors complimented each other and provided an aura of peacefulness.
Nice.
“Absolutely, but first, do you have any toys in your apartment?”
Monty met his stare with a playful one. “One or two.”
“Go get them.”
A strangled moan came from Rue, who buried his head in his hands.
Kendrick chuckled, his blood warming at how the screen didn’t prevent him from having the same effect on Rue as in person. “You want to play.”
Rue didn’t deny it as he twisted when Monty came back into the room carrying a shoe-sized box. He placed it on the couch facing Kendrick and took the lid off.
“Angle it so I can get a better look.”
Monty obliged, and Kendrick, who’d been semi-hard since the call started, became fully hard at what was inside. “All the right toys to have fun alone, I see.”
Unabashed, Monty beamed at Kendrick. “There isn’t always a willing alpha to tell me what to do, so I improvise.”
“You like the feel of your balls being stretched.” It wasn’t a question, but Monty nodded. “You have two different rubber cock rings, do you use both at the same time?”
Any thoughts that this wouldn’t succeed fled when he could make out Rue quivering with need, and they’d barely started.Rue’s hand went to his lap, and Kendrick shook his head. “No, honey, you don’t get to touch until I say so.”
The hand moved to the side of Rue’s leg without question, but he heard the frustrated noise through the speaker. Rue aimed a heated stare at the iPad when Kendrick grinned sexily.
“The anal beads—I see something attached—do they vibrate?”
“It’s got a ton of different settings.” He lifted it out and revealed a small remote. “See, you can have the beads on all together, one at a time, different ones going at differing speeds,” he explained excitedly, as he demonstrated.
“Nice.” Kendrick shifted to adjust himself. “Strip Rue for me, then we can position him so his ass is hanging off the couch and we can both watch the fun.”
The groan that escaped Rue sounded painful, and Kendrick’s chuckle was pure menace. “Don’t worry, honey, once we’ve got you nice andrelaxed,I’ll let Monty fuck himself on your cock while those beads are buzzing in your ass.”
