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“I seem to recall I got very familiar with yours last night, doll. And this morning. The bar stools, the top of the stairs…I’ll say vagina, I’ll say pussy, I’ll say whatever you want me to say. Just admit that you loved it as much as I did.”
It was my turn to go completely red in the face. Oh, what had I done to my innocent farm boy! I might have to admit that he was an even match at this game. His fingers skimmed my panties lightly and caused me to squirm. My hand shot out and grabbed for the table to steady myself and I knocked my silverware onto the floor. It went clanging down onto the tile. Fuck.
“You okay over there?” Stevie laughed.
Kelly set the menu aside and his expression was perfectly normal, like we’d just been discussing the weather report.
“I think I’ll have to try the pink tacos,” he said, taking a sip of his water. He removed his hand from under my dress in a slick move to straighten his silverware and pass them to me.
Mortified at my behavior, I turned back to my menu and got busy studying it.
“I think that’s an excellent choice, Kelly. Tell me, have you had the pink tacos before?” Stevie was enjoying my embarrassment way too much.
“Not at this particular establishment, no, but I have come to like them quite a bit.”
Aaron was quick to get in on it as well. “Personally,” he said, giving me a direct smirk, “I enjoy the whole enchilada, but there’s something to be said for savoring the taco. It’s an art form, really. Wouldn’t you agree, Abey?”
I really wanted to kick him and his smug self under the table, but I didn’t want to miss and kick his bad knee.
“Tacos can be quite delicious. Lately I’ve been craving more of the meat dishes, you know? The way the juices just pool in your mouth and then slide down your throat…heavenly.”
Kelly coughed, and Stevie started cracking up.
“Jesus, you guys are pervs!”
The server came then and took our order. Luckily conversation moved from innuendo to our plans for the evening.
“Hey, so what are you going to do now? Are you back to work?” Aaron asked.
Kelly shrugged. “I’ve been instructed to stay out of it. There’s another guy I ID’d in the books they’re looking for along with the guy they picked up with my work shirt and service revolver.”
Aaron looked grim. “The waiting sucks. At least they’re making progress. I would think it could be hard for you to go back to work with this situation hanging over your head.”
“Yeah,” Kelly said. “I’ll be riding a desk for a while. Usually I would hate that, but I’m hoping I’ll get into Investigations. I’ll get some experience to help me move up.”
Sounded like he was still planning to remain a cop. I felt better with the idea of him not being on patrol, but I would still worry. Shit was getting real. Going home together? He wanted me to meet the family? Fuck. That meant meeting mine.
The server brought us beers, and Kelly opted for iced tea. We toasted each other and sipped our drinks. Aaron gave Kelly a questioning look.
“I don’t drink,” Kelly admitted.
Aaron and Stevie looked to each other subtly and then back at Kelly. I knew they wouldn’t give him a hard time, but we had beers together often. It didn’t seem like Kelly was uncomfortable or anything, but I wondered how that would pan out down the road.
“Does it have anything to do with the ‘my body is my temple’ thing your sister said on the phone?” I asked him, still curious about his call with his sister.
Kelly laughed. “Katie has naturally high metabolism and can eat whatever she wants. She always gives me a hard time about watching my intake. The only exercise she gets is riding and training the horses at the ranch and she’s in great shape. I’ve always had to work harder than her, and she laughs at me and my dietary habits. It doesn’t bother me. I like feeling good.”
“Yeah, but burgers…and pizza…”
“Abe, there are healthy alternatives to everything,” Stevie teased.
“None that taste as good!” Ugh, was I really going to have to give up my junk food?
The guys dove in to a workout discussion while Stevie and I excused ourselves for the first of many trips to the ladies’ room.
“OMG, so how was it? He seems much more relaxed. Tell me you guys—”
“All over the place, Stevie! Over and over! I’ve never had a marathon like that. With anyone.I joked that he was going to ruin me for all others. Hell, he totally has. Men, women, fucking dildos! It was a triumphant experience. I even got him to cuss. I’m surprised I can put one foot in front of the other, much less string words together.I’m in so much trouble.”
