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greeting.
Tackett grasped the offered hand and shook it. “Wouldn’t have missed it, my friend.” He greeted the rest of the men with a nod or a wave, and everyone but Micah welcomed him.
“Everyone has already eaten, but there’s plenty of food left. Go get a plate and we’ll catch up.”
Tackett patted Rig’s shoulder and headed for the buffet table. There was indeed plenty of food left. Bobby loved to cook and tried new recipes often, and he was damn good at it, as evidenced by the large pot belly he sported, and the growing one on Rig. Tackett’s stomach growled, reminding him he’d missed lunch, so he filled his plate with potato salad, a couple of burgers, and some kind of pasta with broccoli and raisins, then grabbed a beer from the cooler before rejoining the group. Of course, the only available chair was a lounger next to Micah.
He was going to fucking kill Bobby.
“Afternoon, Mr. Austin, sir,” Micah said. His tone didn’t have a sliver of the arrogance it’d had the last time they’d spoken.
“Afternoon, Micah. How have you been?” He could make conversation. Just because Bobby had set him up and he was feeling a bit uncomfortable, that wasn’t Micah’s fault, even if he had asked for it.
“Good, sir, and you?”
“Can’t complain.” Tackett took a bite of his burger, the flavor of grilled meat, garlic, and onion delicious, and groaned. “Mmm, this is really good, Bobby. You outdid yourself.”
“I made those,” Rig protested. “Bobby was too busy playing with new recipes.”
Rig ducked in time to avoid a chip as it whizzed by his head, causing everyone to laugh.
“I, for one, am glad he was playing with his food. This broccoli stuff is amazing,” Tackett complimented and took another big bite of the sweet salad.
“Thank you, Tackett,” Bobby said, giving Rig a so-there expression. “At least someone appreciates my skills.”
“I appreciate your skills just fine, baby.” Rig chuckled and patted his belly.
“Now that everyone is finally here….” Blake coughed “Tackett” to cover up the name. “A toast to Bobby and Rig. May you have safe travels, enjoy the change in scenery, find what it is you’re looking for, and come back to us renewed.”
    A group round of “hear, hear” went up. Tackett raised his beer bottle, then popped the top and took a long pull.
    Tackett finished his meal, the others around him chatting. Although Micah was being discreet, Tackett still felt his gaze on him. He stole a glance—the man had his head tipped back, legs splayed out in front of him, roaming one hand along his chest and stomach, rubbing in more suntan oil. He was the picture of relaxation. At least part of Micah was relaxed—the hard cock straining against his shorts was proof positive the little shit was trying to bait him, tease him. It was working too. Tackett’s prick started to harden as Micah moved his hands along the ridges of that tight belly, the smell of his skin still discernible over the coconut-scented oil.
    Tackett tipped up his beer and finished the brew in one large gulp, doing his damnedest not to stare at the sexy man next to him. But he found it more and more difficult when he spotted one of those slick hands passing over the tented shorts on its way down to the inside of a well-formed thigh.
Tackett swallowed down his groan, shifting slightly.
     
“Would you like another, sir?
    Perhaps a little more to eat?”
“No, thank you, Micah. It’s getting
a little hot.” And not just from the
midday sun. Tackett ran his napkin over his damp brow. “I think I’m going to take
a swim.”
Tackett started to rise, and Micah
jumped to his feet and held out his hand.
“Can I take those for you, sir?”
Tackett handed his empty plate and
bottle to Micah, and then stood. Tackett
moved closer, his voice low when he
said, “There’s the persistent little shit
I’ve come to know.”
Micah’s smile didn’t slip in the
slightest. “I’m very persistent when I
want