Chapter Nine #2
Keegan would’ve recognized Kerry without seeing the logo on the vehicle or hearing it from the reporter.
The video cut to a different scene, one where a man in a harness went over the side of the bridge and the reporter again stated the obvious perils.
The camera zoomed in to capture the intensity in Kerry’s expression as his crew lowered him closer to the truck.
He was saying something to the driver, but the microphones were too far away to capture his words.
“He’s so brave,” Harry said.
“And smoking hot,” Rory added.
Metallic grinding and groaning noises came from the truck, and Keegan squeezed his eyes shut. “I don’t think I can watch this.”
A small hand rested between his shoulder blades and rubbed soothing circles. “You know there’s a happy ending, or Sven wouldn’t have sent it to you,” Harry said.
Keegan nodded and opened his eyes again, but his heart raced a mile a minute as he watched Kerry rescue the driver and haul him up to safety.
Harry had to remind him to breathe a few times as they watched the action unfold.
The trio groaned in unison when the rescued driver vomited on Kerry.
“There goes my appetite,” Keegan complained.
But then the footage skipped forward to a view of Kerry stripping down to his underwear at the side of his truck. Heat and want flared to life inside Keegan.
“Oh my,” the reporter said breathlessly.
Rory snorted. “Someone sounds thirsty.”
“Indeed,” Harry said, though she sounded a little breathless too.
Video proof of Kerry’s survival wasn’t enough. The urge to see, touch, and taste him grabbed Keegan by the heart in an unrelenting grip. He swiped up to dismiss the text thread and tucked his phone away. “I need to go.”
Rory hummed approvingly while Harry burst into frenzied motion, wrapping food in foil or placing it in storage containers. She darted into the pantry and returned with a picnic basket.
“Going somewhere?” Rory teased.
“I’m not, but Keegan is.” She looked up from her work and smiled at him. “I don’t want you showing up on his doorstep empty-handed.”
Rory snorted. “Your cooking is incredible, but it will be the last thing on Kerry’s mind if Keegan shows up on his doorstep looking like that.” He circled his forefinger in Keegan’s direction.
“Look like what?” Keegan gazed down at his jeans and red hoodie. There was nothing enticing about his chosen wardrobe.
“Oh honey,” Harry said. “It’s your expression, not the clothes on your body.”
Keegan darted around the corner of the kitchen and studied his reflection in the hall mirror.
His cheeks looked flushed, and the expression in his hazel eyes was…
Well, he didn’t know. He’d never really noticed it before now.
His pupils seemed bigger, and he looked…
hungry. Keegan blinked, but the yearning was still there.
Acknowledging the hunger only intensified the sensations elsewhere, as if his body had truly come alive for the first time.
Was he crazy to get in his truck and drive to Kerry’s house?
And to do what? Feed him breakfast? Keegan cocked his head to acknowledge it was a good icebreaker.
He turned back toward the kitchen before he could talk himself out of it and nearly ran into Harry as she rounded the corner with the basket in one hand and a thermos of coffee in the other.
She handed both things to him and rose on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Drive carefully, and do not hurry back.” She winked cheekily. “I’ll be mighty disappointed if you do.”
“Should I leave a note for Cash?” Keegan was eager as hell to get to Kerry’s house, but he didn’t want to let down the man who’d gone to bat for him in ways no one else ever had. He cycled through the things he’d planned to do but couldn’t think of anything so pressing it couldn’t wait a few hours.
“I’ll tell him when he comes to breakfast.” She gave Keegan an impish grin. “The boss knows a thing or two about living in the moment. I promise he won’t be upset with you.”
“Thank you for this,” Keegan said, lifting the basket and thermos. “I don’t know how any of us would make it without you.”
Harry dismissed the idea with a wave before turning back toward her kitchen. “Don’t forget your boots, honey,” she called out.
Keegan glanced down at his socked feet and laughed.
He absolutely would’ve walked straight out the door in his haste to get to Kerry’s house.
Keegan stopped at the door long enough to slide his feet into his boots before heading outside.
A cacophony of distant voices warned that the rest of the crew was walking to the ranch house for breakfast, so he moved his feet faster to avoid them and their probing questions.
He made it to the truck and was backing out of his parking spot before his friends emerged from the shadows and stepped into the circles of light cast from the porch sconces.
He gave them a quick wave before driving away.
He met Rueben on the long driveway and kept going instead of stopping to talk.
His best friend would want to know where he was going before the sun was up, and telling Rueben might force Keegan to reevaluate his actions.
He’d spent two years analyzing everything he’d ever said or done, and for once, he just wanted to follow his instincts.
Later, Keegan wouldn’t remember the rest of the drive to Kerry’s house. His next vivid memory was of standing on the porch and trying to decide if he should just ring the bell or call Kerry. Keegan set the thermos and basket down on the porch and fished his phone from his pocket.
“Hey, Kee.” Kerry’s sleepy voice sent a zing of longing straight to Keegan’s groin. His breath hitched, and Kerry sounded more alert when he said, “Is everything okay?”
Keegan willed his racing heart to calm down. “That depends.”
“On?”
“How you feel about me showing up on your porch unannounced…with a basket full of goodies?”
“Like Little Red Riding Hood?”
“Well, I drove over a creek and through the woods.” Keegan considered for a second. “But there’s nothing grandmotherly about you.”
“Wait! Are you here now?” Rustling fabric came through their connection, followed by hasty footsteps on a hard surface.
“That depends,” Keegan repeated.
Kerry’s dark and delicious chuckle rumbled through the connection and down Keegan’s spine. “This Big Bad Wolf is going to devour you.” Then, he disconnected the call.
Keegan nearly lost his nerve when a light came on inside the house.
The etched oval glass in the center of the door and the skinny panels on either side of it had a frosted design that blocked prying eyes while allowing light inside the house.
A large, flesh-colored shape moved beyond the door, and footsteps grew louder as Kerry approached.
Keegan tucked his phone away before picking up the basket and coffee but nearly dropped them again when Kerry opened the door stark naked.
His hair was messy and wild around his face, and Keegan could feel the heat radiating off his hard body.
“Oh damn.” Keegan sounded as breathless as the reporter from last night, and he would’ve clutched imaginary pearls if his hands weren’t full. Too bad they weren’t holding Kerry’s taut balls, which were on full display. Kerry’s dick hardened beneath Keegan’s hungry stare. Christ, the guy was hung.
“You kind of look like Red in that hoodie,” Kerry teased.
Keegan forced himself to meet Kerry’s gaze, then swallowed hard at the stark hunger burning in his dark eyes.
His mussed hair wildly framed his face, and his desire for Keegan was as naked as his gorgeous body.
It was the exact moment that Keegan shed his doubts and embraced his instincts.
“You definitely look like the Big Bad Wolf.” Keegan’s gaze drifted down to the dark, trimmed curls and the fully erect penis jutting forward. “Oh my. What a big dick you have.”
Kerry hooked a finger in the top of Keegan’s hoodie and tugged him inside the house. “The better to fuck you with.”
“I brought breakfast,” Keegan said nervously.
Kerry closed the door behind them and crowded Keegan against it, pinning his impressive erection between them. He cupped Keegan’s face and pressed a brief kiss to his lips. “I ate enough food after the rescue to feed ten men. If you want to eat first, we can—”
“No. You’re the only thing I want in my mouth right now.”
Kerry’s wicked smile promised Keegan wouldn’t regret his decision. He reached down and relieved Keegan of his burdens and took a few steps back. “I’ll just set these in the kitchen. You can go on up.”
It would feel strange, possibly intrusive, to enter Kerry’s room for the first time without him. “I’ll wait.”
The detour to the kitchen didn’t take long, and Keegan got the chance to ogle Kerry’s superior ass as he walked away.
He leaned against the banister at the foot of the stairs and soaked up the view—coming and going.
Keegan had heard the term “size queen” but had never associated it with himself.
The length and girth of Kerry’s dick should concern him, but Keegan was too eager to stretch himself around it.
“You’ll make me blush,” Kerry said when he joined him.
Keegan rolled his eyes and headed up the stairs.
Kerry’s tread sounded heavy and eager behind him, and it spurred him to move faster.
As if sensing a chase, Kerry increased his pace, too, until they both jogged up the stairs.
Keegan would’ve bolted for Kerry’s room if he knew the direction.
When he asked, Kerry lifted him up and over his shoulder, giving Keegan a close-up view of that rounded, muscular ass.
If Kerry could take some liberties, so could he.
Keegan smoothed a hand over one firm cheek and earned a hard slap against his own.
“I’m trying so hard to be good,” Kerry growled. “I wanted to take you right on the stairs.”
“I wouldn’t have objected,” Keegan said.