“Yep, I ain’t got anyone waiting for me at home.” He winked cheekily. “And you got two someone’s waiting for you, lucky bastard.”
Did he sound annoyed?
Kendrick’s gaze narrowed on Paddy, who had swung around to the dishwasher, giving Kendrick his back. Was he just overthinking things because of all that was going on inside his head? “Cheers. I’ll owe you one.”
Paddy chuckled, glasses clinking as he filled the machine. “Sounds good to me.”
Kendrick shook off the odd feeling he was missing something and headed to grab his truck keys and jacket. Out the door seconds later, he sent the guys a message in their group chat.
Kendrick:On my way home… x
He stared at the message, thinking of adding more, then decided against it as he hit send. In the truck, he reminded himself to focus on what he wanted, not what he didn’t want. His phone remained silent, making the latter part harder.
He drove home listening to a local rock music station to keep his mind off his problems. The hard, pulsing rock was a total waste when his head wasn’t playing ball. As he pulled into the drive, he noticed the downstairs lights were off, but his bedroom lights were still on. His pulse leapt as he got out of the truck and headed into the house. After removing his jacket and boots, Kendrick locked up, checking the windows and back door as usual, giving himself time to get his thoughts in order before heading upstairs. His mind was on how he was gonna approach the elephant—rhino—in the room.
At the entrance to his bedroom, he halted, breath catching at the sight of the two naked men lounging on the bed. The covers were neatly folded at the bottom. Both men were resting against the head of the bed watching him… waiting. An invitation to play.
His blood hummed with desire, appreciating how different both men were. Despite that, they fit perfectly—with him. Would that always be the case? He searched Monty’s expression for clues. Desire was there, but more than that Kendrick couldn’t determine. He met Rue’s heated gaze, one full of need, andthe ball of anxiety he’d not acknowledged since his confession loosened in his gut.
He didn’t want to head back down the path of what ifs, when both men had other plans, he could more than get on board with. So he shut down his thoughts before they could take hold and derail what was going to happen before it began.
Both men were off the weekend, so neither had to get up for work the following day. Kendrick wasn’t due to start his shift until five the next afternoon. That gave him time to give them what they wanted—him in charge.
He stepped into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind him, never taking his eyes off his men, his hands going to his belt buckle. “So, we wanna play, do we?”
Rue’s semi hard cock thickened, his eyes glinting with lust. Monty grabbed his shaft and pumped it twice before Kendrick shook his head, lips curling into a wicked grin. “Who’s in charge, honey?”
Monty groaned in complaint and let go of his hard cock. It was all for show, his eyes revealing how much he wanted this. Kendrick whipped out his belt and sidestepped the end of the bed, walking to Monty. He looped the belt, his heated gaze pinning Monty in place. “Hold out your wrists.”
Rue inched closer to Monty, his gaze on the belt as Kendrick slipped the loops over Monty’s outstretched wrists. The sound of leather rubbing on metal made Monty groan and shift on the sheet. A blush of pink rose up his chest when his gaze drifted to his leather encased wrists.
“Whose idea was this?” His voice deepened as he tightened the loops, pulling Monty’s hands together.
“Mine,” offered Monty, “but we both wanted it.”
“We missed you,” Rue added, his chin quivering.
Kendrick heard the whoosh of his erratic pulse in his ears at the confession. He inhaled deeply, needing a moment to pull himself together with what they were doing to him.
Only when he was sure his hand was steady did he offer the belt end to Rue. “Take hold and make sure he doesn’t touch until I say so.”
The scent of their arousal was all Kendrick could smell in the warm air before stepping back, breathing hard. The sexual tension zapped electricity against his skin, but it wasn’t the only thing causing it.
Rue’s hand shook as he grasped the belt, his heavy-lidded eyes already begging for more.
Kendrick walked to the big armchair. Removing his shirt, he threw it on the floor before shifting its position to ensure his view didn’t become obstructed with what he had in mind for the night's entertainment.
Once happy, he sat and took his time removing his socks, stretching out his long legs in front of him, the tension in the room palpable. He rested back against the soft fabric cushions and tapped at his lower lip, eyes narrowing on the bed. His mind visualized where he wanted both men.
“Rue help Monty off the bed and come to the end, facing the pillows.”
Monty whimpered and shivered when Rue’s idea of helping was to tug the leather until Monty was on his knees at the edge of the bed, then scoop one arm under Monty’s butt and lift him up and off, striding to where Kendrick wanted them, still holding the leather belt binding Monty’s wrists.
Eyes glittering at the show of strength and bulge of biceps, Kendrick growled in the back of his throat and reached to slide his zip down to release the pressure off his shaft. Rue’s strength—steel wrapped in silk. Soft skin covering all the hard musclewas such a turn on when he could effortlessly show off his power.
On his feet, Monty visibly vibrated as he glanced at Kendrick, ensuring his attention returned to the omega. Monty was a quick study and judging by his knowing smirk, had easily figured that Kendrick had plans that involved tormenting Rue.
“Rue, spread your legs wide and brace a hand on the end of the bed. Let’s give Monty a view of what’s his for the night.”
