“Really?”
“I was thinking you were living on some sort of cow farm. If anything, this is like a mini Chicago…or Atlanta, at the very least.”
“Oh, so you come to the US a lot? That’s something I didn’t know about you.”
“Well, one of the many things I hope you’ll be learning about me this week. But yes, I’ve been plenty of places, even in your country. It’s in a royal’s job description. We have ambassador duties here and there, different places where the family has to make an appearance.”
“Sounds like you’ve lived a very exciting life. Mine has been pretty much confined to this one town. Like I said before, that trip to Europe was the most I’ve ever done. And I had to get my passport to even go there.”
“I think you’ll find, Keegan, that being well traveled has nothing to do with being experienced.”
“What?” Keegan asked, flashing a surprised look at me, and it took me a moment.
“Life experiences. What did you think I was talking about?”
Although I already knew, as his face turned bright red again.
Oh, I’d missed that shade of red on his face.
“Sorry, my mind always seems to go there,” he confessed.
“It’s not such a terrible place for a mind to go, is it?”
He laughed. “No, not really, but maybe for two guys who have a rule about not messing around, not the best place.”
I adjusted in my seat, hoping the shift would grant my stiffening cock some ease.
Keegan pulled into a lot, and we headed through a back entrance to one of the buildings.
A man worked behind a counter at a bar. “Well, if it isn’t the infamous Keegan Kruse,” the man said as soon as he looked up. “And your new prince. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
He exchanged a quick handshake with me. “Thank you guys for helping me out today. Keegan, your brother’s in the back room.”
“It’s like the VIP room at the bar,” Keegan explained as he led me to the back. “They put on private events there and stuff. Some drag shows sometimes to raise money for the animal shelter I work at too.”
He opened the door to a dark space. “The hell? Jace?”
“In the back here.”
“What the fuck are you doing working in the dark?”
Keeg reached around the corner and found a light, switching it on, revealing a room packed full of people, including Casey and Steve, who shouted with the rest of the crowd, “Surprise!”
We both stood there, stunned, before I noticed a sign hanging on the back wall, behind the small mob, reading: HAPPY COMING OUT!
“Holy. Fucking. Hell,” Keegan muttered.
“Keegan!” a woman from the crowd said sternly.
“Sorry, Nance,” Keeg said, which got everyone cracking up.
He glanced at me uneasily.
“Come on, it’s your coming out party,” I said.
Surely he had to be appreciative that his family and friends had gone to such lengths to put this together.
“And…hit it!”
