Free Renner Morgan by Anitra Lynn McLeod Page A

didn’t want Quintus to feel he had to become his mate. He didn’t. McBride would let him stay here as long as he wanted. If he wished to bring another man on the land, that was fine, too. More than anything, McBride just wanted everyone, including himself, to be content.
    As he mixed a very light drink for Alden, McBride found his attention drifting more and more often to Caleb. He, too, had settled in one of the smaller loveseats, but he hadn’t put his leg across the width. Instead, he draped his arm over the back and crossed his legs at the ankle. This had the curious effect of tightening the fabric over his crotch.
    McBride almost dropped the shaker when Caleb reached down, palmed himself, then let go. His cock was now filling out the triangle pouch. Inadvertently, McBride licked his lips. What he wouldn’t give to order everyone out so that he could have Caleb strip, and then—
    With great effort, McBride pushed the image away and turned his attention onto Quintus. He was sipping his brandy from a bulbous glass while he talked with Karsten. Devon was holding Karsten in his lap, clearly comforting him, but also just as clearly enjoying the feel of his mate’s bottom against his prick.
    As his gaze wandered around the room, it seemed all the pairs were in similar states of touchy-feely. Only he, Caleb, Quintus, and Renner were solo. Renner wasn’t even sitting. He was standing near the big picture window looking out toward the circle of houses. Or perhaps he was staring at the stocks. It was difficult to say when McBride could only tell the direction of his stare, not what he was looking at.
    Rather than interrupt Quintus and Karsten, McBride took his brandy over to Renner. “I should take that down.”
    “Sir?” Renner asked after startling enough to almost spill his beer. From the look of it, he hadn’t had so much as a sip. As if he sensed McBride’s curiosity, he gulped half of it down then looked back out the window.
    “The stocks. They should go since I have no intention of ever using them.”
    A curious light came to Renner’s eyes then. Something almost like lust. Perhaps he was like his brother and had erotic notions about the device. The fact of the matter was that if he were really tossed in them for punishment, he certainly wouldn’t like them.
    For a moment, McBride considered talking with Renner about when he walked in on him, but he thought bringing it up would only make matters worse. Sooner or later the embarrassment would fade and Renner would go back to his old self. And if nothing else, at least McBride understood why Renner kept his drapes drawn all the time.
    McBride chatted with him a bit longer but then set his brandy down and exited the parlor. He wasn’t certain what had caused his sudden need to get relief, but he saw no reason not to attend to himself. Perhaps it was thinking about Quintus, or talking about the stocks with Renner, or maybe even that smirk from Caleb. Whatever it was, McBride needed to take the edge off, or he wasn’t going to be able to focus on anything else for the rest of the evening.
    On the main floor there was a large bathroom that could accommodate three men at a time. Slipping inside, he didn’t bother to lock the door. He’d hear if someone else came in. Besides, locking the door was a sure indication he was up to something inside. If he was quiet, he could reach a quick and pleasurable climax without anyone knowing.
    Once he was inside the stall, McBride stroked his hand over his trouser-covered cock, loving the feel of the fine tallos weave against his skin. He wore underwear, but they were thin and crafted of an even finer weave of fabric. Since he dressed up so rarely, all his fashionable clothing was in practically new condition. Each pass he made with his hand increased his lust and fueled his fantasy. McBride tried to direct his mind to picture Quintus, but he couldn’t hang on to that image for any length of time. He turned then to the last