Chapter Three #2
Frey wiggled his butt. “Great idea. As I’ve no baby to get up for, I’m gonna cut loose.
” Frey, much to everyone’s amazement, with maybe the exception of Ziggy—who had become confidant to most of the PAs in the group—wasn’t the flirt he’d pretended to be.
In fact, it turned out Frey had not dated before Booker, like he’d led them all to believe.
Since he had adopted his daughter, Emmy, he’d opened up about his past. The group of PAs, at Lane’s request, had met and talked about how to help with Emmy, and they’d created a work rota.
It was neat because they all got to spend an hour of their day playing with a baby.
She was a total sweetheart, and the circumstances of Emmy’s birth were so horrific it made Monty and his friends just want to take away the bad stuff.
A shudder ran through Monty as it did every time he thought about the events leading up to Emmy’s birth and the poor omegas in Drinkwater.
“Will Booker be happy ‘bout that?” Bowie’s question gave Monty an escape from where his thoughts had gone wandering without his permission.
“I’m sure he’ll be real happy with a flirty Frey,” Monty said, tongue in cheek.
Heck, Booker had surprised them all, including Monty, when he’d made a move on Frey.
The big bear had acted so indifferent to Frey—in fact, to them all—then, bam, everything changed.
Before anyone could recover, Booker and Frey became a couple, and Emmy completed the package. Frey and Booker were parents and mates.
There was always hope…
Monty’s gaze clashed with the huge guy wearing a check shirt that looked custom made to accommodate his massive chest. Monty’s train of thought derailed right off the tracks when the guy’s gaze clashed with his.
He heard Frey laugh, but what he said didn’t register when his attention stayed right where it was.
A flare of desire took his breath away. Gray cropped hair allowed the guy's face to be the focus. Striking tiger eyes held Monty’s attention for several seconds before he noticed lush lips surrounded by scruff.
The flare turned into a downpour, a heavy one, when the guy inclined his head in welcome.
A sexy, enticing grin—even with the distance between them—offered more than just looking.
Monty’s earlier determination to find someone to fuck became more of a tangible opportunity when witnessing the heat in the guy's tiger eyes as they swept over him. Heart rate picking up, his body hummed with a level of arousal similar to what Monty experienced for Rue.
As that registered, it left him a little disconcerted when he got a sudden picture of Rue and the barman entwined around him.
Someone stepped up to the bar and blocked his view, breaking the spell and giving him some breathing room to process the random thought.
Frey’s nudge to his ribs gave Monty a welcome interruption, only noticing how his friends were all staring at him. “What?” His cheeks burned with embarrassment when Frey shook with laughter, and he recalled they were supposed to be going to the bar for a drink.
“Something or someone interesting behind the bar?” Wilder questioned with quivering lips.
Cassidy gave Monty a worried look, one Monty didn’t get. Unless… Cassidy was interested in the guy who’d caught all of Monty’s attention.
Crap!
He debated with himself for a second before deciding he didn’t want to waste his time if Cassidy already had a thing with the giant behind the bar and had laid claim. He’d never poach, even for a one-night stand.
“Who’s that behind the bar?” Monty nodded in the direction of the man mountain, who had moved on to serve another customer, continuing to wear the sexy grin.
“Which one?” Visibly stiffening, Cassidy lost his friendly tone.
“Huh?” Was there more than one big guy behind the bar?
Monty glanced from Cassidy to search behind the bar and felt the heat in his already hot cheeks increase at missing seeing another big guy serving. Not as big, but still unmissable if one was paying attention!
“The one with buzzed gray hair,” Monty explained, to remove any confusion, when he glanced back at Cassidy.
He witnessed Cassidy visibly relax, giving Monty the idea that he was indeed interested, just in the other man—thankfully. “That’s Kendrick. He runs the bar with Trey, the owner.”
“Trey, is he your boyfriend?” asked Frey, wearing a coy smile when Cassidy didn’t hide the possessiveness.
Cassidy shook his head, but his expression suggested he was fibbing. “No… we’re…”
Looking a little lost and understanding his friend, Monty threw himself under the taxicab. Cassidy clearly knew Kendrick. “Is Kendrick single?”
“As far as I know.” Cassidy glanced about cautiously. “Though you might wanna steer clear of him ‘cause I’ve heard he’s more into threesomes,” he continued, keeping his voice low.
“Really?” Wilder wore the same wide-eyed look that Monty was fairly convinced matched his own.
His pulse skyrocketed as the earlier unbidden image of him sandwiched between Rue and Kendrick popped right back into his head, seeding itself with no watering on Monty’s behalf.
Except his cock had taken notice. He dropped his gaze to check he wasn’t making a show of himself.
“So I’ve heard,” Cassidy answered, unaware that he’d hooked Monty’s interest better than someone deep-sea fishing for fun.
“Let’s go get a drink,” Wilder hadn’t finished speaking before he was marching up to the bar, “and introduce ourselves.”
Monty gave chase.
We saw him first, his otter pointed out.
And Monty didn’t argue. They had!