Whiskey's Second Chance

58: Date Night

Kayla POV

Waking up, the weight of the world seemed to disappear. The sun was setting, and Whiskey slept peacefully next to me. I snuggled further into him and found him clutching my iPad.

What happened last night? Why does he have it, and when did he come in? I can't remember, and that's not a good sign.

Carefully, I pried the iPad from his arms and opened it. Shocked at what I saw. Dark colors filled the page, and I could make out the outline of a person. Caleb. It's how I view his death. A massacre. Taken by people who don't value life and left my family and me broken in their wake.

Whiskey stirred, wrapping his arm around me, and just for a moment, I wished we hadn't met under the circumstances we had. But this was always the plan. Caleb was supposed to die, and I needed to leave my family to find myself. I found myself and a man who believes in me when I don't and pushes me to be better.

I snaked my other arm out from under Whiskey and opened a blank page. Whiskey is my future, and I'm excited.

An hour later, Whiskey woke up, smiling at me. Leaning down, I kissed his lips, and he instantly pulled me onto his lap. Straddling him, I could feel a large, hard member beneath me and smiled.

"Good morning," I whispered against his lips. "Or maybe afternoon. I'm not too sure." Glancing at the clock, it was dinnertime, but Whiskey didn't seem to care. He brushed some hair behind my ear, thinking.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

Unsure of what happened last night, or what he saw, I kept my answer vague. "Better now. I think I just needed some sleep," I smiled.

Whiskey nodded and kissed me, his lips claiming mine, my body grinding on him. I wanted to get lost in him, and not think about last night, but I couldn't.

Pulling away, Whiskey pouted, and I found it amusing to see him want more. "As much as I would love to continue this, Shotgun stopped by and said to find him when you woke up," I said.

Groaning, he ran his hands over his face, and I got off him. Kicking back the blankets, he got up and pulled me into a bear hug. Whiskey held me tight for longer than expected, and I didn't know why.

"Get dressed, and I'll meet you in the kitchen. I think it's time we have a small date night," he whispered, pulling away. I nodded and headed to the bathroom while he found Shotgun.

Having never been on a proper date before, I was excited. I don't care if we go out or stay in, I'm just excited to spend time with Whiskey. Throwing on a sweatshirt and pulling back my hair, I went downstairs and found Tiger and Dakota in the kitchen. They are perfect for each other. Dakota will follow Kaitlyn around, comforting her, loving her day in, day out, and it's truly special.

"Hey!" she smiled. "Apparently, your nighttime activities finally caught up with you," she teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

I laughed, knowing it wasn't true, but rolled with it. "I mean, I'm pretty sure he was struggling to keep up with me, but we'll let him believe whatever he wants," I laughed, and so did Tiger.

We talked about her house and hopefully moving in next week. Tiger wanted to throw a family BBQ to break it in, and I never realized how important family gatherings were to the Riders. But I appreciated it and said I would be there. She also told me Ginger would be home tomorrow with her new baby girl, and we both couldn't wait.

Tiger finished cooking herself some food and headed back out to find her husband, with Dakota trailing behind. The smell of her food lingered, and I was hungry. Unsure of how long Whiskey would be, I rummaged through the fridge and found some bacon and leftover rice. Grabbing a pan, I turned on the range, grabbed the bacon, and saw Whiskey staring at me from the doorway.

Leaning against the doorframe, his shirt tightened around his arms and chest, and my knees gave out a bit, thinking about his arms around me. He walked over and turned off the burner.

"I said date night, right?" Whiskey asked, his voice dripping with authority.

I nodded, confused, and turned on. "Then why, love, are you making food?" he asserted, pulling me into him.

"I didn't know how long Shotgun would need you, and I am hungry," I confessed. He smiled, kissed my nose and put my items away, led me to a chair, forced me to sit, and pulled out other food.

Working at the diner and other establishments has instilled in me the inability to sit still and let others work. Whiskey knows this, and he's waiting to see how long I'll sit before caving and helping him.

Forty minutes later, Whiskey placed a large plate of food in front of me and poured each of us a glass of bourbon. The steak was perfect, with a red wine sauce and artichokes, and I was in heaven. Whiskey and I talked like we used to, asking questions about where we wanted to travel to, or jobs we wish we could have, and I was happy.

I thought dinner was over, but Whiskey pulled out a tiramisu, and I fell in love all over again. Closing my eyes, a small moan escaped, and Whiskey stared at me hungrily. I put my fork down and gave a small smile.

"Don't stop on my account," he laughed.

"Oh, no, I am stuffed. You have outdone yourself Whiskey," I assured him, leaning back, unable to move.

"Kayla," Whiskey whispered, placing his hand on my thigh. "Do you remember last night?"

Honestly, no, but I put enough pieces together to remember the important parts. Whiskey saw more than I thought he did, and now I don't know how much to tell him.

"What did you see?" I asked.

He pulled my chair closer to him, making my heart race, wondering what the hell he was going to say. Brushing back some of my hair, he said, "I saw a woman in pain who believes she is alone and is hurting far more than she wants to admit."

A tear slipped, but he quickly wiped it away. "You are also an amazing artist, and I want you to pursue it and make it a reality. Can you tell me what happened?" he whispered.

I need to do this. Let him see all of me, and maybe Whiskey will open up.