Monty switched off the toy and dropped it back in the box to skip to Rue and impatiently tugged off his T-shirt, dropping it carelessly on the floor. Then got on his knees to remove the sneakers before getting Rue to lift his hips to get the sweats and underwear off. They got shoved aside when Monty divested himself of his own clothes.
Kendrick pulled his throbbing shaft out of his pants, grabbing a tube of lube and slicking up his hand. “Put the cock rings over his balls first,” he rasped huskily.
Fuck, he wasn’t sure he would last long at this rate, with how eager both men were.
Monty sat off to the side, not obstructing Kendrick’s view, and he witnessed Rue’s full body shudder when Monty stretched the second cock ring over the first, tugging his balls down.
“Feels so good, that tight squeeze, like my fingers wrapped around your balls, tugging and stretching them.”
Rue’s eyelids dropped and his cheeks bore splashes of dark red as his labored breathing came through the speaker. His fingers curled around the edge of the cushions next to his spread thighs.
The snug fit of the two rings would be intense, and with Rue’s arousal already bobbing at Kendrick’s comment, he considered playing for a prolonged time might have to be forfeited to prevent Monty missing out on what Kendrick had promised him.
Kendrick heard a curse and jerked guiltily, glancing down quickly to check he’d not embarrassed himself. Jesus, he’d nearly come in his boxers not two feet from Trey.
“If you keep wipin’ at that like it’s pissed ya off, the thing is gonna need replacin’.” Kendrick needed an interruption to get his thoughts away from the kinky fuckery that was messing with his head. He’d already come twice that morning, once in bed and then again in the shower. At this rate, he could become a sex addict—fucking alone!
Trey’s brooding eyes landed on Kendrick, and he suspected his expression wasn’t any better than his friends.
“Whatever ya got goin’ on in that head of yours, forget it. I ain’t in the mood for a boxin’ match when we gotta open up in half-an-hour,” said Kendrick, in no mood for whatever Trey was thinking of doing to alleviate his own bad mood.
“You sure? I ain’t the only one in a fuckin’ mood.”
He wasn’t. Kendrick could not shake off the sense of lack in his own life as the days apart from Rue and Monty grew. It wasn’t like him, and he wasn’t sure how to change it unless hechangedlocation. Was it too wild a move to consider after a few days of fucking?
“Your new fuck buddy leave town?”
Trey, he suspected, was hazarding a guess because he’d been way too busy with Cassidy to pay much attention to Kendrick. That didn’t mean someone hadn’t said something up at the ranch. “What you know ‘bout that?”
“I ain’t heard anythin’. Just putting the numbers together, is all.”
Kendrick eyed him for several seconds before he cursed and decided to spill. He realized he really wanted to talk about what was on his mind. “That guy Rue, him and one of the others in the group he came with. We got a thing goin’. It was… interestin’.” Fucking understatement of the century, but it was all he had right then.
Trey arched his brow. “Interestin’ how? And I didn’t notice anyone hangin’ with the rhino shifter.”
Kendrick became amused despite what they were talking about, recalling Trey’s impressive leap over the bar and what came after. “Did you notice anything other than Cass sitting at the bar eye fuckin’ ya?”
Trey grinned. “Why would I want to notice anythin’ else?”
“Fuck you!”
“Only person doin’ that with me is Cass,” Trey pointed out, the grin widening. “So Rue, he gone back to Hazardville with Silas and his brothers?”
Kendrick gave a disheartened sigh, and Trey narrowed his gaze on him. “You’re interested in more than fuckin’,” he exclaimed, not giving Kendrick a chance to answer.
“It seems this”—he lifted his hands, air quoting—“wantin’ more, seems to be catchin’.” It was the truth, and wasn’t that a bummer. He was the one who desired more, who wanted to see where things would go. Wanted time in the same place for more than a few days.
Trey slapped at the bar. “Holy fuck, man, I never thought I’d see the day—”
“Don’t go fuckin’ gloatin’. You were the one pissed off ‘bout Cass not comin’ in tonight.”
“What a fuckin’ pair we are.”
“At least you have Cass. He’s your mate.” Pointing out the obvious made the reality even more hard-hitting.
“You wanna mate with Rue and this other dude?”
Kendrick wasn’t going to answer, his attention turning to the dishwasher when it signalled the cycle had finished. He lifted out the steaming tray of clean glasses and finally muttered,
