Chapter Five
Rue
Rue really couldn’t have said if Kendrick had said anything else of note after whispering in his ear. It could have been double Dutch, Chinese, and Russian combined in an impressive show of languages. He was totally clueless, his usual attention to detail simply vanishing.
Only one thought remained lodged right at the forefront of his mind, like a landmine. One wrong step and his world would disappear in an explosion.
You naked, riding my dick while you fuck Monty like you want to.
Had Kendrick really said that to him? Implied he could play out his kinky fuckery desires beyond his head?
Yes, he did!
There was no escaping his rhino. Ever since they’d arrived in Bayfield, the damn thing wouldn’t stop going on about what it wanted.
Monty alone wasn’t enough for Rue, though he hated to admit that even to himself.
Their one encounter had absolutely proven that they had sexual chemistry, but something was off with the dynamic, and Rue had run.
It was cowardice. He knew it, but he had no wish to hurt Monty, and continuing would have led Monty to believe they could have more.
You left him without explaining. Don’t you think that hurt him?
He groaned internally, unable to deny he had when he couldn’t explain himself.
It wasn’t like you were the one who had to do the talking, so stop being so fucking righteous.
Sharing the small cabin left little room to avoid the small otter with puppy-dog eyes begging for answers. He’d made sure to maintain a distance between them, wishing he could undo what had happened.
Lying won’t fix it.
Fuck you.
No, let the bear and our little Monty fuck you. That’s what you want.
His teeth ground together, knowing he couldn’t deny it as much as he wanted to.
For most of his adult life, Rue kept his needs hidden after one encounter seven years earlier had given him a reality check about his sexual desires.
He’d found himself drunk with two of his alpha army buddies, and things had gotten more than a little out of hand with a game of truth or dare.
It irrevocably changed how he saw himself sexually, and nothing worked to suppress his desires once he’d let the lid off the fucking pot and all the steam escaped.
He’d tried to put it back on, but nothing worked to make his head switch off when he was alone with one man. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong, is how it felt.
His rhino chuckled, pushing forward images of him sandwiched between two big alphas. You weren’t that drunk, so stop kidding yourself! And there is nothing wrong with wanting more than one man in your bed.
A shudder ran through his body. Patience. He just needed to have a little patience. It was hard when his head was a fucking mess. Why else had he opened his big mouth to offer to help when it meant getting closer to the bear?
Except, what had he revealed to Kendrick to make him offer?
Okay, he could admit he’d been staring at Monty and let slip his name when Kendrick had asked what his poison was.
It was true, Monty was it. He was slowly killing him when the attraction between them—though very real—was just not enough to satisfy Rue.
And no fucking way was he going to explain what he liked to the omega, no.
Even if it gets you what you want? his animal said slyly.
He couldn’t argue with that, except it didn’t answer how Kendrick knew he liked…
God, he couldn’t even admit it to himself.
He swallowed, doing his best to concentrate on serving customers. It had been a few years since he’d worked at a bar. It was much better than thinking about why he was half-hard at the idea planted in his head. One he’d never contemplate voicing to his PA.
Kendrick is voicing it.
Change your damn tune.
Rue wasn’t ashamed of his needs, more embarrassed than anything at admitting aloud he liked to be pinned down and fucked hard by an alpha or an omega—at the same time—or any variation of that. So long as he wasn’t the one in charge and there were three of them.
There, he’d admitted it and not gotten struck down by lightning!
“Sorry, mate, I asked for Bourbon,” a deep male voice broke through his inner turmoil.
“Shit… sorry.” He offered an apologetic smile at seeing the clear liquid in the glass he’d placed on the bar.
His face warmed, but not just because he’d fucked up. The guy’s nose twitching and his gaze lowering to the bar top were quite obvious. Thankfully, the bar top also prevented the cowboy from seeing what action he sported in his jeans.
Was he giving the dude the wrong impression?
Christ, get it together!
He strode to the back of the bar, grabbed a bottle of bourbon and a clean glass, adding two fingers of liquor before taking it back. “On the house,” he said, not meeting the questioning glance, and swiftly moving to the next customer.
He was doing okay until Kendrick upped the ante, taking every opportunity to remind Rue how close he was.
His breath hitched, and his skin buzzed with tiny aftershocks as possessive fingers brushed over the nape of his neck. It was too much with how his body responded, and it fucked with his mind when any of the PAs, or his brother, could see what was happening.
Rue was a private person, reserved in public.
Yet his brain could more than imagine how Kenrick would look and feel naked, with his body pressed against him for all to see, begging for cock.
His feelings had him doubting his sanity, and Kendrick’s proximity made his head fuzzy with bizarre thoughts.
He was never going to explain this to his brothers—especially Jupiter—when they questioned his reasoning for working behind the bar after a grueling day on the ranch. Also, he’d need to get up at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow for more bonding.
Aren’t I in enough trouble? he groused to himself.
A gusty exhale followed when he spun around and miscalculated how close Kendrick was. Their chests bumped together, and Rue staggered, getting just how much bigger the bear was than him.
Damnit, am I panting?
The man was a behemoth.
A mountain of muscle—hard muscle.
As if he’d not just knocked Rue sideways with the touch, Kendrick gripped his shoulder to steady him, his full lips tugging into a devil-may-care grin that shot straight to Rue’s balls and made them ache.
I’m in so much trouble.
Isn’t it marvelous?
Rue’s rhino side might think that, but he didn’t with how fucking horny he was.
“I can’t wait to see you come apart.” Back was that dirty fucking smile, now combined with a husky drawl that made Rue wish he was naked, even when he’d agreed to nothing.
Haven’t we?
He barely resisted the need to argue. He shouldn’t have left it so long between fucks, he thought, unable to do more than give a jerky nod in response.
Sending up a silent thank you when someone shouted, “Is anyone serving?” Rue took that as his cue and all but jumped to get to the guy to have something to do with hands that wanted to… don’t think about.
“Yep, what can I get you?”
The busyness of the bar and Kendrick appearing to understand he needed a bit of space gave Rue a chance to calm his fucking ass down. Until Monty strolled up to the bar looking good enough to eat. “What’s this? You looking for a new career?”
The softness of Monty’s voice could still be heard despite the music, loud laughter and voices shouting. He had a way of always making himself heard.
Rue swallowed to wet his mouth, meeting Monty’s unusual pale blue eyes, which were a little unfocused.
Only the sexy smirk that graced his red lips made the attempt futile when Rue’s mouth dried up faster than a desert after a severe drought.
Thirst trap, he’d heard Jupiter use the term, and it fucking applied to Monty.
Out of all of them, Monty fitted in more with the cowboys. The clothes gave him a rugged appeal. Dark scruff on his chin, which appeared after a few days of not shaving, gave him a bad boy appearance when combined with the look he was aiming at Rue.
The press of an enormous chest against his back came right as Kendrick’s hands landed on the bar, trapping Rue between it and Kendrick. The underlying arousal ramped up from a steady five to a fucking ten.
His startled gaze held Monty’s and Rue witnessed the way his eyes hooded the same way they had when they’d had sex.
He isn’t turned off…
The thought bedded in as Monty’s heated gaze roamed over both men.
He’s not repulsed.
He’s interested… Christ, he’s interested.
Everything around them faded into a haze of lust as Rue worked to determine what—if anything—he should do.
“You still planning on sticking around after closing?” Kendrick’s voice rumbled out, vibrating through Rue, and it took a moment to register what he’d said.
Monty nodded without hesitation. “Yeah, I can help clean up, if you like?” His gaze held Rue’s. “If there’s a reward?” His voice wasn’t quite steady as he perched on the seat Rue had vacated, looking all kinds of tempting.
“Fuck… yes.” Kendrick rolled his hips, branding Rue’s ass with the steel pipe he sported in jeans that left little to the imagination. Rue battled to control himself. The desire to beg to be the reward was there, despite the audience they had. It was shocking—scarily so.
He bit his inner cheek hard enough to fill his mouth with the coppery taste of blood. That didn’t stop him meeting the next roll with a hip tilt, so it pushed the dick between his ass cheeks. He clenched, hard.
What was he playing at? He wasn’t Jupiter, who liked an audience when he played.
I’ve lost my goddamn mind, is what.
Kendrick’s hot breath touched the rim of his ear, as he murmured, “That ass of yours is ours later.”
Rue’s thoughts whipped away like leaves in a storm, and he felt a keen sense of loss as Kendrick stepped away.
Strolling off down the bar, he left Rue breathless and hurting with how hard he was. He didn’t know which way was up.
“When he fucks you, I’m gonna suck your cock till you scream my name.”
Rue growled in distress and spun around to avoid anyone seeing him come in his fucking boxers. Sweat coated his top lip as his head dipped between his shoulders and his hands trembled with the need to stroke his dick. What in damnation was that?
The power of two!
Heart hammering against his ribs, Rue could only agree with his animal side and let the truth seep in.
I’m in so much fucking trouble.