Sixteen
Keith
“Want to go back to my place?” I asked him as soon as Tig and Isaac decided one game was enough for them.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to the ranch? Asa goes to bed early and once he’s asleep—”
“Let’s go to my place,” I said and tried not to put too much thought into the fact that for a split-second I considered going with him.
“Will you show me your shed?”
“Sure, you can even try to make something if you want. The neighbors won’t think anything about it. They know Friday night I like to pound it out.”
“Maybe I want to see you pound it out,” Bart said before he burst out laughing. “Sorry, that sounded so stupid.”
“Stupid hot,” I said and forced myself not to adjust my fucking dick that had definitely taken notice. “Ready?”
“Oh, I’ve been ready,” Bart said and put away his pool cue before stalking toward me.
“Let’s get out of here.” I took his hand and tried not to run out of there.
The sun was still bright when we stepped outside, and people were walking around nearby either looking for food or something to drink.
As soon as we passed the end of the building, I pulled him over to the side and pressed him against the wall.
“The things you do to me,” I growled. He looked so small under me, but the fire in his eyes told me was neither weak nor na?ve.
Wrapping his arms around my neck he pulled me close, but not close enough for our lips to meet. “Are we going to do more than metal work at your house?”
“We’ll do whatever you want.”
“Good, because what I want is to give you a good pounding.” His lip lifted slightly before he kissed me hard. His tongue was in my mouth and exploring before I had time to realize what he was doing. Then I was hard and had to remind myself we were still on Main Street.
“Get a room,” Isaac yelled from the sidewalk. I broke the kiss and looked at him as Tig tugged him along with an apologetic look on his face while Isaac obviously wanted to watch.
“Well?” Bart asked.
“Where’d you park?” I took his hand and dragged him in the direction of the diner.
He asked, “Anxious?”
“A little,” I admitted.
“I parked just a few spaces down from you.”
“Good. Do you want to follow me or leave it until tomorrow?”
“I don’t know, is it safe to leave it out here on this big, scary street?” he asked, pressed his finger to his lips, and tried to look innocent.
“That innocent shit will never work on me again with you,” I said just as we got to the truck.
“But, Keith, I really am an innocent young guy.” He fluttered his eyes and goddammit he almost had me again.
“Pretty sure you offered to pound me hard back there,” I said next to his ear and licked just the edge of it.
“Well, that could mean anything,” he said.
“I guess we’ll see soon enough.” I walked with him to the passenger side and after moving around some of the random shit that covered the seat, he hopped in and buckled his seat belt.
“What the fuck did I get into,” I grumbled as I walked around to my side and ignored the fact he hadn’t stopped looking at me.
“Pretty sure we both got into exactly what we wanted to get into,” he said while staring a hole into the side of my head.
“You could be right,” I admitted. Reaching across the center console I took his hand not for any other reason than it felt good to touch him. I snuck a peek at him and now he was looking straight ahead, again happy as he could be. “Do you need to let Asa know you’ll be late?”
“No, it was his idea for me to stay out. He said I’ve been taking this rancher thing too seriously and now it was time to ‘blow off some steam and play.’ His words, not mine.”
“That sounds like him. He’s always been a nice man. Nicer than a lot of other people in this town.” I thought of all the trouble the guys at the diner had before the Pride parade and was once again happy that I had no family nearby that would just show up whenever they wanted to.
“I’ve known him my whole life and for some reason I don’t have many memories of him. I mean he comes to our house every year for the holidays, but we hadn’t done that much together, and I rarely came here to visit.”
“You know how much it means to him that you’re here. He was worried he’d have to work until he died just to keep the farm going, but then he worried about who would take over. He really loves every one of those cows.”
“Oh, believe me I know now. He’s never said a word to my parents about any of this, and my dad used to stay here a few weeks in the summer, but he thought he’d either get married or find someone else to sell it to. That never happened.”
“This is my place,” I said and pointed ahead to the simple house on the edge of town.
“I can’t wait,” Bart said, and reached for the handle.