Chapter Four #2
The imagery that floated through his mind enticed him.
The couple, naked and fucking in his bed, got his system revving harder than a Corvette.
He went to grab a bottle of IPA from the cooler.
With one quick adjustment to move his now painfully crammed cock, he grabbed a glass, placing both on the bar.
“Here you go, honey.” He made sure their fingers brushed together.
He felt a bolt of electricity shoot through him at the hissed curse and the startled, wide-eyed look he got for his effort.
The hand got snatched away, and the urge to demand he put it back caused Kendrick to bite the inside of his cheek.
I don’t know his name.
Why is that important?
Trust his fucking bear half. It is.
A twenty appeared on the bar next to his hand, one the guy avoided, getting Kendrick to zone back in. He collected it and went to the cash register, taking another moment to adjust the monster dick crammed against his zipper.
Fuck, it was going to be a long night if he couldn’t get his dick to take a chill pill.
His name being called by a regular made it impossible to do more than give back the guy’s change.
Dropping it on the bar when the guy kept his hands balled at the edge, which caused Kendrick no end of amusement.
Like that would stop him. He had his scent, and the desire wasn’t one-sided.
Far fucking from it, so all bets were off.
What Kendrick needed was a minute with Monty to assess whether he was whistling the wrong tune. His frustration grew when the guy who collected the glasses and washed them left him with no reason to leave the bar area, and Monty showed no signs of returning fifteen minutes later.
Grabbing a cloth from his back pocket, Kendrick wiped up the spills on the bar top, an automatic move he’d done a thousand times, as he caught Trey’s worried expression. Had he noticed Kendrick’s interest in the two men?
“What’s with you?” Kendrick’s gaze narrowed on Trey when he turned to the cash register, working on keeping any of his nerves out of his voice.
“You look like you swallowed a hornet, and it’s stuck in your throat.
It don’t have anything to do with a certain someone who is getting lots of attention, does it?
” Kendrick quickly glanced to where Cassidy was and his lips quirked up.
The blond cutie—Frey?—in the group had gotten very flirty and handsy with Cassidy.
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout,” Trey muttered crossly.
“Liar,” Kendrick fired back. “That color green ain’t never suited you.”
Trey nodded to where Cassidy stood at the side of the dance floor. “Who are they?”
“How would I know?” Kendrick’s powerful shoulders shrugged, doing his best not to reveal his amusement or that he was aware who the men were. Before he could say more, he got distracted when his hottie signaled for another beer.
“You’re the gossip,” Trey called, loud enough to be heard over the music.
“Might be so,”—Kendrick grabbed another IPA and opened it before the guy could ask, offering a filthy smile that hinted to all the naughty things he wanted to do to the dude—“but where would be the fun in telling you when I can watch you sweat over Cassidy?”
Kendrick caught Trey lifting his middle finger when he took the cash off the guy, giving him a flirty wink, holding his gaze for a second before going to the cash register before continuing, “After Friday, isn’t it time you fucking admit there’s something real goin’ on between you two?”
Trey didn’t so much as look at Kendrick, not bothering with a reply.
He was used to it. Kendrick continued to move up and down the bar serving customers, except his attention didn’t stray far from the guy at the bar who was watching Monty dance.
He was worth watching with the hip action he had going, a slow, sensual grind that kept in time to the beat of the music.
Movement caught Kendrick’s attention when the hottie slid off his bar stool. Was he leaving?
Kendrick frowned when the hottie stopped next to a stunningly beautiful guy perched on a bar stool at the other end of the bar, near Trey.
He had moved before he could think better of it. Although the other guy was dressed similarly in cowboy clothes, he looked to have stepped out of a top fashion magazine.
Kendrick swallowed back a growl of possessiveness he had no right feeling, catching the name, “Jupiter Starling,” aimed at Trey.
Then Kendrick’s hottie snapped, “Jup, there you are! Why the hell didn’t you wait for me?”
Damnit to hell and back.
Kendrick wasn’t blind to his own appeal, but he looked nothing like the stunner with the most enticing smile Kendrick had ever seen. Except Jupiter ignored the angry demand and took Trey’s offered hand.
What was his issue? How fucking dare he treat the other guy like that!
Tension thickened the air and Kendrick grew wary for reasons he didn’t want to reflect too hard on. Cassidy’s appearance at the bar made the tension increase.
Kendrick wasn’t sure if he was going to have to crack some heads together when Jupiter replied, “Because, Rue, you were fussing about having a cold shower and I was in need of a stiff drink!” Jupiter’s strange green eyes were on Cassidy when he emphasized the ‘stiff’.
The man was playing with fire, something Kendrick realized Jupiter was aware of.
Kendrick couldn’t figure out the dynamic when…
Rue just rolled his eyes at Jupiter’s behavior.
If they were dating, surely Rue would become pissed at the obvious flirting with Trey—Cassidy?
Kendrick wasn’t sure who the fuck Jupiter was interested in.
Kendrick didn’t have time to dwell on that when Cassidy made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded decidedly threatening. “If you can let go for a moment,” he snapped, his aquamarine eyes swirling with an unusual temper, “I’ll have a glass of water. I’m parched.”
Jupiter chuckled and dropped Trey’s hand, his gaze shifting between them. “It seems you are. Care to join me for a glass of wine?”
Kendrick eyed his friend with some amusement when he could read exactly what was on his mind, even though the ‘fuck no’ didn’t leave his lips as he went to get the drinks.
Rue stomped to his seat, only to scowl at the group of omegas when, not more than a few minutes later, Jupiter and Cassidy joined them on the dance floor.
This would not end well. Kendrick knew it with how much testosterone was floating about—his included. Jupiter was asking for a punch to the throat!
The thought had barely taken root when he heard Trey growl low and mean, causing the hairs on Kendrick’s arms to rise.
Instinctively, he prepared to stop Trey from ripping Jupiter’s head from his body, stepping towards his friend.
Only his lips flapped open at seeing Trey vault the bar in a move any world-class gymnast would be proud of.
Kendrick was both impressed and concerned he was going to have to clean up blood before the night was through.
When Trey marched Cassidy off the dance floor and out of the bar, towards the stairs leading to Trey’s apartment, he cursed. “Well, fuck me! How am I supposed to manage the bar alone?”
“Do you need a hand?”
Kendrick’s attention shifted to Rue, his pulse picking up speed at the unexpected offer.
Why had he offered?
Was this to do with making Jupiter jealous?
Kendrick immediately shut off that line of questioning and nodded before he could think better of it.
“I most definitely wouldn’t say no…” and under his breath he muttered, “to you naked, riding my dick while you fuck Monty like you want to.”
Rue, who had stood at Kendrick’s initial response, froze like a statue, clearly having better hearing than Kendrick expected.
Yeah, like you didn’t want him to know what was going on in your head.
Of fucking course he had!
It would have been comical if Rue’s head, when it swung in Kendrick’s direction, hadn’t pinned him in place with naked desire better than a knife-throwing act.
Kendrick groaned under his breath and struggled to use his lungs for their intended purpose with how snug his jeans became, imprisoning his hard shaft.
Seconds passed and the bar noise became more of a distant hum as Kendrick followed his instincts, moving to the end of the bar to show where Rue needed to enter. When he brushed past, his body taught with unmistakable tension, Kendrick whispered in his ear.
“Nice to meetcha, Rue. I’m Kendrick. Interested? ‘Cause if you are, I’ll see if I can make that fantasy a reality for both of us.”