Chapter Seven
Monty
How he acted normal through the following couple of hours, Monty couldn’t say.
He was conscious of his phone having buzzed repeatedly, meaning the group chat was blowing up.
He’d not chanced taking it out because he really wasn’t ready for what he might read.
They had all looked suspiciously eager to chat after meeting Kendrick.
Monty had gone back and forth on whether he should let on that he had gotten an invitation to Kendrick’s place after the bar closed, but in the end he’d caved and told them.
Monty got it, the guy was sex on legs, and he had said he wanted a playmate for the night. He wasn’t doing anything except what he’d said. Then Rue got added to the mix, and Monty didn’t want to have to explain any of that to his friends.
Hell, no!
He’d kept the one sexual interlude they’d had to himself.
Yes, he liked to gossip, same as the rest of them, just not about real personal stuff.
Especially when it came to Rue, who was a very private person.
He might have hurt Monty’s feelings with the cold-shoulder treatment, but that didn’t mean he’d spill his guts over it.
Was it wrong to direct any conversation towards Cassidy? He liked the guy, but ‘needs must’ and all that jazz. They had all seen Cassidy leave with the bar owner—they couldn’t stop talking about the move Trey executed!
“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay here if we leave?” Ziggy’s question came with a searching glance in Rue’s direction.
“I’ll be fine, I’m not worried ‘bout Rue. My extracurricular activity away from work is none of his business.” He held Ziggy’s gaze, hoping that he didn’t notice how fast Monty’s pulse was beating at his throat. He had never been great at lying. Evading, he was a pro at.
“I’ll leave my cell on, just call if you need me.” Ziggy was all heart.
Monty nodded. “Thanks, and don’t worry, I’m sure I can handle Kendrick,”—he winked slyly—“if you catch my drift.”
Ziggy rolled his eyes, chuckling. “If you think so!”
Monty didn’t breathe easy until all his friends had gone and he couldn’t see any sign of anyone else staying on the ranch.
Having stopped drinking, Monty chugged a gallon of water to ensure he was less tipsy than he had been. He wanted to remember tonight for a very long time!
As he’d offered to help, he moved about the emptying bar, picking up glasses and wiping tables, filling time as his excitement grew.
Monty didn’t care about how late it was or getting any sleep.
The way he felt, he was sure he could bounce off the walls for hours with the reward Kendrick was offering.
Rue naked… or that’s what Monty thought he was suggesting with the ‘fuck… yes’.
A vivid recollection of Rue’s reaction to Monty’s bold statement.
Yeah, that was going to fuel many nights when he was alone.
Because the second Kendrick had crowded in behind Rue, meeting Monty’s gaze with a heated one, Cassidy’s earlier warning about threesomes wandered through his mind and sat begging for attention.
Until that moment, Monty hadn’t fully believed his brief fantasy could be a reality.
Did he feel bad about Kendrick being the conduit to getting more of a naked Rue? Whatever this was they were doing, they were consenting adults, Monty reminded himself.
Time ticked by in slow motion and Monty felt his skin burn and crawl, every nerve ending firing at the possibilities of what was to come. The desire was so overwhelming it left Monty momentarily scared of the ‘what if’s’ that would come afterwards, when they had to leave.
Stop it. We talked about this, we’re doing it.
The lack of music made the click of the lock ring loudly, bringing the empty bar into full focus. Kendrick turned to face the bar, and his expression held a wildness that sent shivers of desire through Monty.
Everything about the large shifter spoke of restrained power. Would he unleash it on Rue? On him?
Monty shivered once more in anticipation. He didn’t look at Rue to see what he was thinking. It was pointless; the man could mask his emotions far too easily, even when aroused.
“My truck’s out back.” Despite his size, Kendrick moved through the bar with a fluid grace, seemingly uncaring that there were still dirty glasses on the bar top.
Monty wasn’t going to argue and hot-footed it behind him, watching how his bountiful ass flexed in tight denim. Would he let Monty lick his ass?
Lost in his thoughts, he stumbled at Rue’s presence right behind him. A shovel-sized hand took hold of his arm, steadying him. He glanced over his shoulder, the ‘thank you’ dying in his throat at the taut features and intense desire that burned in reckless gray eyes.
Monty was consumed by the passion and they weren’t fucking naked. Monty worried how he’d survive. How would he survive intact?
There was no chance to let the worry sink in and take hold as Rue guided him outside into cool, refreshing air after the warmth inside the bar.
Monty gulped greedily, getting his first real, untainted whiff of Kendrick’s scent.
Where Rue smelled like rich spices, Kendrick’s was woody, earthy even, with an undertone of citrus.
They conjured a picture of a wooded area, maybe an orchard with orange trees.
Out back, in the darkness, Kendrick set the alarm while Monty’s pulse hammered through his veins in expectation. Having never experienced anything like this, he wasn’t sure if jumping onto Rue and kissing him like he really wanted to was the done thing.
He hesitated when he recalled how Rue had reacted after sex. Was Rue interested in what Monty offered, or was it Kendrick?
You could smell the scent of his cum when you told him you were gonna suck him off while Kendrick fucked him.
He couldn’t deny that. But could that be more what Kendrick had done to Rue prior? Monty wasn’t blind to the hip-rolling action happening behind the bar. If anyone else noticed, Monty couldn’t have said. His attention had been on the couple in front of him, giving him a show.
Kendrick strode to one of the mean-looking trucks parked up. Black, with big wheels and fancy chrome, it fit the big shifter. Lights flashed as the locks disengaged, and for a brief moment, Monty caught something flicker in Kendrick’s expression that looked somewhat like doubt.
His heart sank at the possibility he had changed his mind, crushing Monty’s hope of a repeat with Rue.
“Now we’re alone, I wanna check we know what’s happening here.”
“The three of us getting naked and fucking,” Monty said hopefully, and with a touch too much enthusiasm by how Kendrick’s laughter filled the quiet.
“Yep, I suppose that sums it up. With a few extras thrown in,” Kendrick replied, between snorts of laughter.
“Extras?” Rue, to Monty, sounded as if someone was strangling him.
With how dark it was, despite the stars filling the sky above, he couldn’t see Rue properly to gauge what was going on inside his head, not that he had any practice at that.
“We can talk here, or head to mine and lay it out where there’s no chance of being overheard—or seen.”
Monty’s answer was to hop into the back of the truck and buckle up.
Rue muttered something that sounded decidedly like, “fuck, am I doing this?” before he climbed in the front passenger seat, giving his answer.
The drive was made in silence, like they were all contemplating what would happen when they got to Kendrick’s.
That was what Monty was doing. He played it over and over, him pinned between the two men.
He also wasn’t sure he’d last more than a minute when they touched him.
Ten minutes later, his pulse beating so fast with all the positions he hoped he’d get to try, Kendrick parked in front of a large, two-storey home in the typical clapperboard style.
Painted white, with flower boxes on windowsills, Monty’s eyes widened when they landed on the picket fence. This was a family home in a neighborhood that was bound to be filled with children. The guy gave off a vibe that said this was the last type of neighborhood he’d live in.
Kendrick got out of the truck and waited until Rue and Monty did the same. In the house, way too big for one person in Monty’s opinion, Monty glimpsed large, comfy furniture as Kendrick led them through the house and upstairs.
They passed a closed door before Kendrick opened the next one and stood back, allowing Monty to pass first. The focal point of the room was the humongous bed. Draped with throws of fur and a mountain of pillows, the covers were a dark brown and orange.
“Fuck, that’s the biggest bed I’ve ever seen!” Monty exclaimed in his nervousness.
“Had it specially made. I like to have room to… stretch out.”
Monty bet his tiny ass he liked to do a lot more than that. The bed most definitely was made for three.
Rue hadn’t taken more than two steps inside the room, whereas Monty roamed around touching the dark wood furniture that matched the bedframe. There was an enormous chair sat at the end of the bed. Its position was at odds with the rest of the furniture in the room, unless…
Kendrick went and sat in it, stretching out his jean-clad legs in front of him.
Monty eyed the man who looked to be eyeing them both with lazy interest, just the light in those hooded eyes spoke of a predator, and they were his prey. Monty’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his lower body vibrating with a flood of desire.
The chair had a purpose, and with Kendrick’s ability to view the bed in his current position, it didn’t take much to figure out what Kendrick might want.
“Do you know what a voyeur is?” A sound came from Rue, but Monty didn’t look away from Kendrick as he nodded. “It’s my biggest kink. That and directing a couple to do as I bid before I join in. Do either of you have a problem with that?”
“What do you mean by that?” Monty wanted clarity now, before he combusted on the spot with what he imagined. He didn’t want to be disappointed, fuck that.
Kendrick glanced at Rue, and Monty’s hand pressed hard against the throbbing cock between his legs, chugging in air so fast he could have run six miles without a breather.
At the naked desire swirling in those tiger eyes, Monty’s breathing became even more erratic.
“Drop the hand,” Kendrick growled, without taking his gaze off Rue.
Monty whined in distress but did as he was told.
“Good boy. Are you verse?”
Monty wasn’t sure if that was meant for him or Rue, but he answered. “I am.”
“You fucking would be,” Rue rasped.
“Are you?” Kendrick persisted, and Monty’s lungs seized, waiting for the reply.
If there’s a goddess, let it be a yes!
Monty thought he could hear a clock ticking. Maybe it was his pulse buzzing in his ears as he counted off the seconds.
He got to ten before Rue murmured, “Yes.”
“Do you want what I’m offering?”
Again, Monty was the eager otter. “Please.”
A strangled sound came, but before Monty’s gaze had moved to Rue, his lips got claimed in a searing kiss. It burned him alive. Heat poured off him with the same desire he’d experienced from Rue the last time. Yet as familiar as this was, it was different. Frantic even.
Rue tore at his clothes to get to his skin. The urgency far surpassed their last sexual encounter by about a fucking thousand times.
“Off. Take them off,” Rue demanded against his mouth, his tongue shoving back into Monty’s mouth where it slid and twisted around his tongue before sucking so hard that it sent pulses right through him.
Desire, potent and devastating, settled low in his groin, making Monty’s dick and ass leak in tandem, soaking his boxers and probably his jeans.
The knowledge that Kendrick was watching somehow added a dimension to the lust. It expanded the feelings into the room and they moved freely, carried by the weight of their desire.
A hand gripped the base of his neck, fingers flexing and digging in enough to make Monty aware it wasn’t Rue. In a daze, he watched Kendrick murmur next to Rue’s ear, “Who’s in charge here?”
If Monty hadn’t witnessed with his own eyes, he’d never have believed the submissive dipping of Rue’s gaze and the following stain of red that graced his cheekbones as he whispered, “You are.”
Biting his inner cheek to keep himself in check, Monty waited not so patiently for what was coming next.
It was as if the devil had come out to play when a wicked smile graced Kendrick’s plump lips. “That’s right, I am.” He kissed the corner of Rue’s trembling mouth. “Now, let’s see exactly what you’re packing in those designer jeans. Strip for me.” His gaze flipped to Monty. “You too, honey.”
Released, Kendrick moved to sit back down. Monty couldn’t look away from the impressive bulge, which surpassed Rue’s, housed in denim as his legs stretched out in front of him yet again, thighs parted.
Oh, goddesses, thank you.
Quickly naked, Monty didn’t feel self-conscious as both men’s gazes hungrily raked over his body.
“I believe Monty needs to present that bubble butt of his, then we can see exactly where your cock will be when I slide inside you, Rue, and fuck you both hard. For that to happen, let’s use that tongue of yours to get Monty nice and loose, then Monty can return the favor.”
Monty liked detailed people, and he absolutely fucking loved how detailed Kendrick got, especially when Rue kneeled behind him after he leaned over the end of the bed. Spreading his legs wide, he presented his ass, as directed by Kendrick.
“Part his cheeks, reveal that pretty hole. Oh, now lookie there. Slick and shiny, ready for your tongue…”
Don’t come.
Don’t come.
Don’t fucking dare come!