Chapter Twelve #2
Kerry’s mouth watered, and his taste buds danced when he stepped into the restaurant.
The interior wasn’t much to look at, but no one there cared a plug nickel about decor.
Roy “Saucy” Jones kept his restaurant as spotless as his reputation.
They found a small table for two open at the very back of the restaurant, and Kerry led Keegan to it.
Neither of them reached for a menu, proving how familiar they were with the offerings.
“Why didn’t I know you loved this place?” Kerry asked.
Keegan shrugged. “Guess it never came up.”
They shared a smile before the server came over to get their drinks.
Keegan only wanted water, while Kerry chose a diet soda.
When asked if they knew what they wanted to eat, the guys started talking at the same time.
The server laughed, pointed his pen at Keegan, and directed him to go first. Kee ordered the saucy trio with macaroni and cheese and baked beans as his sides.
“I’ll have the same,” Kerry said. “Could I get an extra mac and cheese and a double portion of cornbread?”
“You got it,” he said. “Your drinks and dinner will be right out.”
Kerry looked at Keegan when they were alone again. “The trio, huh?”
“I can never decide if I want brisket, pulled pork, or ribs, so I get the trio,” Keegan said.
“Double mac and cornbread, huh?” Keegan raked his gaze over Kerry’s torso. “Where the hell do you put it?”
“I need a lot of food to fuel this body,” Kerry replied.
Keegan’s eyes glazed over, and his nostrils flared with his next inhale. Kerry had no doubts about where his mind went.
“But I try to balance things out with exercise and a healthy diet most of the time.” Kerry looked around the crowded restaurant and noted the happiness on everyone’s faces. “Life is too short not to eat the things that bring you joy.”
The server returned as quickly as she promised with their food and drinks.
The macaroni and cheese arrived just how Kerry loved it.
Some people liked buttery breadcrumbs on theirs, but Kerry was all about the golden-brown cheesy top.
The moan he made with the first bite got everyone’s attention at the nearby tables.
Keegan watched him for a few minutes without taking a bite.
Kerry swallowed his bite, washed it down with cola, and pointed his fork at Keegan’s plate.
“You’ve got ribs, pulled pork, and brisket to eat. ”
Keegan’s cheeks turned pink. “Sorry. I got distracted by how much pleasure you got from eating the mac and cheese.”
Kerry leaned forward, lowered his voice, and said, “Wait until I eat you later.” He slathered a thick layer of butter on a thick square of cornbread and set it on Keegan’s plate.
Keegan’s mouth parted on a silent “Oh,” and he swallowed hard. He sampled his sides and took a bite of the cornbread before moving on to his meats.
Kerry watched in awe as Keegan ate everything on his plate. “I can’t finish this second mac and cheese. Do you want it?”
“I’m full.” Keegan reached for his wet wipe packet but stopped and lifted his hand to his face.
He licked a spot of sauce off the tip of one finger.
He glanced up and caught Kerry watching.
Wickedness danced in his hazel eyes as he angled his body just enough so only Kerry could watch him roll his tongue around the tip of the next finger.
“Where are my next set of cards?” When Kerry only blinked, he added, “For the next part of our date.”
“Oh, um, they’re in the truck.”
Keegan nodded to his plate. “Are you done eating?”
Kerry tapped his knuckles on the table and sat back in his chair.
He signaled for their server so he could settle their bill.
They went through two wet wipes each, and Kerry still didn’t feel clean.
He’d smell like woodsmoke for at least a day, but that didn’t bother him.
Once in the truck, he opened the center console and pulled out the two index cards.
One offered Keegan a night of axe throwing, and the other would take them to a wine and guided painting session at the art center.
Kerry didn’t have an artistic bone in his body, so he definitely had a preference, though he’d give painting his best shot if that was Keegan’s choice.
“Wow,” Keegan said.
Kerry thought he’d gotten a peek at the writing on the cards, but Keegan’s attention was focused on the box of condoms and lube packets in his console. His active sex life hadn’t been a source of shame until that moment.
“Looks like you have a big appetite everywhere,” Keegan teased.
“This stash has been in here a long time.” He closed the console and angled in the seat to present the cards to Keegan. “I haven’t needed the supplies and forgot they were there.”
“Kerry, you don’t owe me an account of your sexual history. I know the score.”
He shook his head. “You know what it used to be,” Kerry amended. “Random hookups stopped appealing to me the night I met you.”
Keegan searched his expression for several seconds before he smiled. “Don’t get rid of them now. Who knows when the mood will strike us?”
“Like back there,” Kerry said, hooking his thumb toward Saucy’s. “I thought you were going to deep-throat your finger.”
“I wanted to,” Keegan admitted. “Turning you on drives me crazy too.” He reached over and stroked a finger over Kerry’s forearm. “Maybe we should just go back to your place and save these date options for another night.”
Kerry was damned tempted, but he shook his head.
“This is your appreciation night.” Kerry cut him off with a kiss before Keegan could express that sex was the best kind of appreciation.
“Let’s go have some fun and digest our food a little.
Then I’ll worship every inch of your body right down to your adorable toes. ”
Keegan inhaled slowly and snagged the right card. “Axe throwing,” he said.
Kerry pumped his fist and turned the truck on. “This is going to be a blast.”
“I’ve never been before, but it sounds fun,” Keegan said. “What’s the other one?”
Kerry opened the console enough to toss it inside. “Wine and a guided painting class at the art center.”
“You’d do that for me?” Keegan asked.
“As long as you don’t show anyone my painting. I don’t have an artistic bone in my body.”
“Doubt it,” Keegan said, “But your secret will be safe with me.” And Kerry knew it would.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drink wine.
Do you even like it?” The question seemed fair considering the alternative date option, but something about Keegan’s tone and his expression led Kerry to believe it was more significant than mere curiosity.
“I like wine okay, but I prefer beer.”
Keegan nodded, then looked out his window.
Kerry had been ready to pull out of his parking spot, but something seemed off.
It felt like Keegan was wrestling something around in his mind, and that seemed more important than checking off the next box on his dating agenda.
Kerry reached over the console and took Keegan’s hand.
“What’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours?” He knew Keegan enjoyed an occasional glass of wine and thought he enjoyed art. “Did I mess up somehow?”
Keegan turned and looked at him with wide eyes. “God, no. This night has been perfect so far. I couldn’t ask for a better first date.” His lips curved into the sly smile Kerry adored. “And I don’t even have to wonder if I’m going to get lucky.”
“I’m a sure bet,” Kerry agreed. “So, where’d your mind go just now?”
“Well, it seems the world is conspiring to throw us together as often as possible.” Keegan told him about the Spring Fling vineyard event in May and their invitation to attend to get a feel for the atmosphere. “Cash suggested I take you with me since he will be out of town.”
“And you didn’t want to invite me?” Kerry teased. “Afraid I’ll embarrass you?”
Keegan’s eyes widened. “What? No? I just wasn’t sure if it was something you’d enjoy.”
“But then you learned I put the wine and painting on the table. Where’d your thoughts go from there?” Kerry asked.
“I wanted to be sure you weren’t doing the art and wine thingy just for my benefit,” Keegan said. “This can’t be a one-way street where we always do what I like. I want to experience the things you love, even if it’s something I might not choose on my own. I’ll get joy from seeing you happy.”
“How can either of us know if we like something if we don’t try it?
” Kerry challenged. “Truth is, I don’t know how to feel about a vineyard event until I attend one.
I’d be honored to attend with you, if that’s what you want.
” Kerry considered the situation a little longer before adding, “And I don’t want you inviting me to things because someone else says you should.
I won’t be upset if you’d rather take Sven or someone else from the ranch. ”
Keegan shook his head. “I would love for you to go with me.”
“It’s a date.” Inspiration struck, and Kerry added, “In fact, why don’t we make a weekend out of it? I’ll find a hotel or bed-and-breakfast nearby.”
“That sounds perfect.” Keegan inhaled a shaky breath. “But if you change your mind—”
“I won’t.”
“The event is a month away,” Keegan said.
And Kerry understood the source of his turmoil. He didn’t want to set his hopes too high and have them crash and burn. “I am so freaking into you, Kee. I will spend every day between now and then proving just how much I want you.”