Chapter Thirty-Nine
Delicious he wanted them all together because that was the right thing to do when sharing news.
That had been hard to achieve with everyone's working schedules and personal lives getting in the way. He had hoped to get a chance when they were in Milan for the fashion, with a plan to ring Monty right after. Except they’d been so busy they’d barely had time to eat together, never mind take an evening off like they’d all hoped to do.
It's all excuses.
I wasn’t asking you.
He’s been very patient with us.
Monty: You guys are thunder stealers!
Bowie didn’t answer when he read Monty’s reply. Thunder stealer, what on earth is that?
Bowie: Why would we steal thunder, if that was even possible??? I don’t get it.
Bowie didn’t, but then Frey’s name appeared next to the typing dots he kept his next question to himself. Kari would explain, but he didn’t want that yet because then he’d need to explain why he was asking in the first place.
Frey: Us sharing the information before Monty, Bowie. That’s what stealing thunder means. We stole Monty’s thunder when he wanted to tell us his news, instead of me and Ziggy got to say it first.
Bowie: Oh…
Bowie chewed on his thumb, wishing folks would just speak plainly so he didn’t always look like a dork.
Kari doesn’t care.
His animal side was right, Kari loved him despite his dorkiness. Since their mating, the feeling of Kari’s presence inside him had grown, and with it came confidence. The kind that stopped him worrying about not being enough and accepting that his past didn’t define him. His own actions did.
Lennon: Is it Rue or Kendrick?
Frey: Good question Lennon.
Monty: BOTH.
Ziggy: Over here fanning myself! Go you. I bet that was epic!
Monty: I don’t want to brag, but I’m the bomb… the dick bomb.
Wide eyed, he quickly typed a response, because he wasn’t going to ask what a dick bomb was, heck no.
If he started with those types of questions, he just knew when his friends found out about him and Kari, they would want all the details.
His cock plumped at the thought of Kari’s mark, even when a wash of embarrassment made his face hot at thoughts of having to explain where his mating claim was.
Bowie: I’m not even gonna ask.
Hollis: I’m with you, Bowie. I do not want to know. I’m already traumatized by Frey’s oversharing to go there with you too, Monty!
Wilder: You lucky sod, Monty. And I want all the details, so ignore Hollis. I’ll live vicariously through you as I’m on a sex drought!
Bowie: A sex drought?
Wilder: I’m getting no peen at all… big sigh.
Hollis: Wilder!
Wilder: You’re getting all the peen, so don’t use that text tone with me.
Bowie: I’m so lost. Text tone? Is that a thing I’ve missed?
His friends were so confusing with the things they said sometimes, but Bowie got what peen meant, so that was something. The thought of two of them? Yeah, he wasn’t going to think about that. One was more than enough for him.
Wilder: Don’t worry Bowie, I’ll come explain it after. So, Monty, how does it feel to have two peens to play with?
Bowie typed out a private message to Wilder, explaining that he wasn’t in the office today, so he didn’t have a wasted trip searching for him. Then he switched back into the group chat and giggled quietly at Monty’s comment.
Monty: Like I won the peen lottery… twice!
Hollis: How did I end up here? How? Can we please go back to work… you know, the thing you’re paid to do, and stop talking about penis.
Ziggy: Yes, boss. But we should have a video call, all of us, to celebrate Monty’s mating. We can have cocktails and cake in our own homes. Wouldn’t that be fun when we haven’t sorted another night out?
The second his eyes skimmed Ziggy’s suggestion, everything clicked into place, and Bowie found himself grinning at how Ziggy’s idea would work for him. This way he could tell everyone at once, despite not all being in the same room. They’d all be together, just on screen.
If Kari was around, would that stop there being too many questions and give everyone time to cool off?
Bowie wasn’t silly enough not to know that some, if not all, of his friends, would be upset by the amount of time he’d kept the secret.
He had been a little hurt that Ziggy had kept quiet about Silas, and Frey for pretending to be something he wasn’t. Was this just the same?
Would Monty be okay with him—how had he put it—being a thunder stealer?
Maybe he should mention it before?
Hollis: A great idea when we get to avoid sex clubs and much less chance of ending up in trouble. I’ll look at everyone's work calendars and send out some dates.
Frey: And the heat calendar too.
Hollis: Good point. So, will that work for everyone?
Bowie: Yes.
Wilder: Totally, as long as you don’t get bossy and tell Monty not to share… just saying!
Isley: I’m in.
Lennon: Me too.
Frey: Wouldn’t miss it.
Ziggy: Count me in.
Monty: Great, I can’t wait.
Seeing the conversation was over, Bowie closed the group chat and opened up the calendar on his phone that connected to both his and Kari’s work ones.
He made a mental note of the dates that would work for Kari when Hollis had no reason to do that.
He hesitated for a moment, inhaled, then exhaled the feeling of anxiety-excitement at what he was about to do, and typed out an email to Hollis.
He checked over it twice and hit send. The whoosh sound came with a sense of relief.
He was doing this.
Finally, you’re seeing sense.
Whatever, Bowie grumbled back, his gaze returning to Kari when another thought struck.
Had Rue told his brothers about the mating already?
Monty hadn’t said when it had all happened.
Bowie thought hard on the past few days and couldn’t come up with any difference in Kari’s behavior.
There was no inkling, like there had been when Silas had shared his news, upsetting Kari.
“Daddy.” He waited until he had Kari’s full attention. “Monty and Rue are mates.”
His grin was wide and instant. “And they have Kendrick too.”
“All the peen,” said Bowie, giggling.