Chapter Sixteen
Kendrick
Friday night had been brutal. Kendrick could admit it. His bed felt far too big, and he couldn’t settle, regardless of how tired he was. The bar had been slammed with customers, and that gave him a distraction, right until he’d walked through his front door.
The quiet was off-putting. Where he usually took comfort in his space, he found none.
He wasn’t fooling himself that it would get better, when the dull ache in his chest didn’t let up as the weekend had passed.
Fuck, if anything, it had increased after the call he’d arranged for Sunday night, thinking that would work.
Big fucking mistake.
The counter he’d placed the unopened bottles on was not where his thoughts were when all he could think about was how he’d wanted to be in Monty’s apartment, be present while he… vivid images of the couple flooded his mind.
“You have too many clothes on.” Kendrick witnessed how Rue’s cock pressed against the sweats he wore, in lieu of the denim he’d worn in Kendrick’s home.
“Want me to strip Rue?” Monty offered eagerly, already getting up off the forest green couch they sat on.
The iPad they were using for the call sat on something high enough to give Kendrick a view of the room beyond the couch.
Stylish and comfortable sprang to mind, with lots of personal items scattered over any available surface.
Muted colors complimented each other and provided an aura of peacefulness.
Nice.
“Absolutely, but first, do you have any toys in your apartment?”
Monty met his stare with a playful one. “One or two.”
“Go get them.”
A strangled moan came from Rue, who buried his head in his hands.
Kendrick chuckled, his blood warming at how the screen didn’t prevent him from having the same effect on Rue as in person. “You want to play.”
Rue didn’t deny it as he twisted when Monty came back into the room carrying a shoe-sized box. He placed it on the couch facing Kendrick and took the lid off.
“Angle it so I can get a better look.”
Monty obliged, and Kendrick, who’d been semi-hard since the call started, became fully hard at what was inside. “All the right toys to have fun alone, I see.”
Unabashed, Monty beamed at Kendrick. “There isn’t always a willing alpha to tell me what to do, so I improvise.”
“You like the feel of your balls being stretched.” It wasn’t a question, but Monty nodded. “You have two different rubber cock rings, do you use both at the same time?”
Any thoughts that this wouldn’t succeed fled when he could make out Rue quivering with need, and they’d barely started. Rue’s hand went to his lap, and Kendrick shook his head. “No, honey, you don’t get to touch until I say so.”
The hand moved to the side of Rue’s leg without question, but he heard the frustrated noise through the speaker. Rue aimed a heated stare at the iPad when Kendrick grinned sexily.
“The anal beads—I see something attached—do they vibrate?”
“It’s got a ton of different settings.” He lifted it out and revealed a small remote. “See, you can have the beads on all together, one at a time, different ones going at differing speeds,” he explained excitedly, as he demonstrated.
“Nice.” Kendrick shifted to adjust himself. “Strip Rue for me, then we can position him so his ass is hanging off the couch and we can both watch the fun.”
The groan that escaped Rue sounded painful, and Kendrick’s chuckle was pure menace. “Don’t worry, honey, once we’ve got you nice and relaxed, I’ll let Monty fuck himself on your cock while those beads are buzzing in your ass.”
Monty switched off the toy and dropped it back in the box to skip to Rue and impatiently tugged off his T-shirt, dropping it carelessly on the floor.
Then got on his knees to remove the sneakers before getting Rue to lift his hips to get the sweats and underwear off.
They got shoved aside when Monty divested himself of his own clothes.
Kendrick pulled his throbbing shaft out of his pants, grabbing a tube of lube and slicking up his hand. “Put the cock rings over his balls first,” he rasped huskily.
Fuck, he wasn’t sure he would last long at this rate, with how eager both men were.
Monty sat off to the side, not obstructing Kendrick’s view, and he witnessed Rue’s full body shudder when Monty stretched the second cock ring over the first, tugging his balls down.
“Feels so good, that tight squeeze, like my fingers wrapped around your balls, tugging and stretching them.”
Rue’s eyelids dropped and his cheeks bore splashes of dark red as his labored breathing came through the speaker. His fingers curled around the edge of the cushions next to his spread thighs.
The snug fit of the two rings would be intense, and with Rue’s arousal already bobbing at Kendrick’s comment, he considered playing for a prolonged time might have to be forfeited to prevent Monty missing out on what Kendrick had promised him.
Kendrick heard a curse and jerked guiltily, glancing down quickly to check he’d not embarrassed himself. Jesus, he’d nearly come in his boxers not two feet from Trey.
“If you keep wipin’ at that like it’s pissed ya off, the thing is gonna need replacin’.
” Kendrick needed an interruption to get his thoughts away from the kinky fuckery that was messing with his head.
He’d already come twice that morning, once in bed and then again in the shower.
At this rate, he could become a sex addict—fucking alone!
Trey’s brooding eyes landed on Kendrick, and he suspected his expression wasn’t any better than his friends.
“Whatever ya got goin’ on in that head of yours, forget it. I ain’t in the mood for a boxin’ match when we gotta open up in half-an-hour,” said Kendrick, in no mood for whatever Trey was thinking of doing to alleviate his own bad mood.
“You sure? I ain’t the only one in a fuckin’ mood.”
He wasn’t. Kendrick could not shake off the sense of lack in his own life as the days apart from Rue and Monty grew. It wasn’t like him, and he wasn’t sure how to change it unless he changed location. Was it too wild a move to consider after a few days of fucking?
“Your new fuck buddy leave town?”
Trey, he suspected, was hazarding a guess because he’d been way too busy with Cassidy to pay much attention to Kendrick. That didn’t mean someone hadn’t said something up at the ranch. “What you know ‘bout that?”
“I ain’t heard anythin’. Just putting the numbers together, is all.”
Kendrick eyed him for several seconds before he cursed and decided to spill.
He realized he really wanted to talk about what was on his mind.
“That guy Rue, him and one of the others in the group he came with. We got a thing goin’.
It was… interestin’.” Fucking understatement of the century, but it was all he had right then.
Trey arched his brow. “Interestin’ how? And I didn’t notice anyone hangin’ with the rhino shifter.”
Kendrick became amused despite what they were talking about, recalling Trey’s impressive leap over the bar and what came after. “Did you notice anything other than Cass sitting at the bar eye fuckin’ ya?”
Trey grinned. “Why would I want to notice anythin’ else?”
“Fuck you!”
“Only person doin’ that with me is Cass,” Trey pointed out, the grin widening. “So Rue, he gone back to Hazardville with Silas and his brothers?”
Kendrick gave a disheartened sigh, and Trey narrowed his gaze on him. “You’re interested in more than fuckin’,” he exclaimed, not giving Kendrick a chance to answer.
“It seems this”—he lifted his hands, air quoting—“wantin’ more, seems to be catchin’.” It was the truth, and wasn’t that a bummer. He was the one who desired more, who wanted to see where things would go. Wanted time in the same place for more than a few days.
Trey slapped at the bar. “Holy fuck, man, I never thought I’d see the day—”
“Don’t go fuckin’ gloatin’. You were the one pissed off ‘bout Cass not comin’ in tonight.”
“What a fuckin’ pair we are.”
“At least you have Cass. He’s your mate.” Pointing out the obvious made the reality even more hard-hitting.
“You wanna mate with Rue and this other dude?”
Kendrick wasn’t going to answer, his attention turning to the dishwasher when it signalled the cycle had finished. He lifted out the steaming tray of clean glasses and finally muttered,
“Thinkin’ ‘bout possibilities.” But mating…
“Would they be interested?”
Trey’s question was one he’d asked himself in the middle of the night in his lonely bed. He shrugged while emptying the tray of glasses. “Don’t know.”
And he didn’t know because how could someone want that after just a few days?
“If there’s anything I can do to help, ya know I will.”
“I know, thanks.” He glanced back at Trey. “Did you know ole man Granger? He’s selling his small holding out on the Hudson?” Kendrick needed something else to think about, and knowing Trey’s struggle with balancing his new mating, he thought this might be a solution.
“I didn’t hear that.”
“Yep, he’s movin’ in with his daughter after a fall left him with a dodgy hip.
Think it’s just gone on the market. You're acquainted with Granger, maybe there’s a deal to be struck there.
Ya know, if someone was looking to set up a home that had land for their little chick.
Also, maybe it’s time to get someone to do some of the bar work to free up your time in the evenin’s.
” Only it would benefit Kendrick too because it would allow him the chance to find someone to help Trey if he should decide to take a trip—leave—and try something different.
“Is that right?”
Kendrick chuckled at Trey trying to play it cool and failing. “It is. Way I see it, you could take a trip out there and have a look for yourself before it gets busy. And say I put out some feelers to see if anyone is lookin’ for some bar work?”
“Don’t suppose it would hurt.”
Alone some ten minutes later, Kendrick pulled out his phone and opened the group chat.
Kendrick: Gonna be home this evening, you both free for a call?
Kendrick waited, watching as dots appeared.
Rue: Yep. Monty has Emmy right now, but I’ll answer yes for him too.
Kendrick whistled through his teeth as he slipped the phone into the back of his jeans and continued to set up the bar. Anticipation gave a pep to his stride as he finished what he was doing, already thinking about what else was in Monty’s box that maybe he could add to.