Chapter 10 #2
Kitt owned the title of Expert Dodger. He excelled at avoiding direct questions.
But Austin had learned; the best way to get answers from Kitt was through sex.
Kitt couldn’t lie during pleasure, and it was the coolest thing in the world to know he could have that effect on another.
So, as any normal person might do, Austin manipulated the situation, moved them past dinner and straight into bed.
In return, Austin promptly forgot the questions he wanted to ask and lost track of what he tried to accomplish when Kitt put his lips on Austin’s ass.
Armed with newfound determination, Austin decided he’d find those answers tonight.
If everything went the way he hoped, by tomorrow night he’d have an exclusive commitment from Kitt, Fisker no longer in the picture—without harming the man—and Cara in rehab.
Please God, let it end like he wanted it to!
=?=
Austin got a good look at Kitt as he climbed over the fence and realized Kitt had dressed up for him. His sexy almost boyfriend could easily be a male model for Wrangler. The thought tugged a smile on his lips.
Kitt wore starched jeans, a pearl-button button-down, shiny belt buckle and equally shiny boots.
His cowboy hat, that Kitt wore regularly, which fit him and his style perfectly and that Austin had grown to love, rested on the hood of his truck as he worked to load their gear in the back of his Silverado.
Austin didn’t say a word on his approach.
He carefully positioned his backpack with their dinner in the bed of the truck.
Kitt kept it casual as the air between them intensified.
It crackled as Kitt started to walk past Austin back to the cabin.
There was never any PDA between Kitt and anyone, even out here, isolated from everyone.
They were clearly the only two around. Austin grabbed Kitt by the waist, easily gathering him in his arms. He leaned in to give a tender kiss, adding only a small swipe of his tongue in the chaste kiss.
He loved kissing Kitt. His reward was the slight tremble of Kitt’s lips. God, he loved that tremble!
“I’m sorry I’m late again. I missed you.” Austin’s voice emerged low as he looked down between their bodies, letting his eyes freely roam over Kitt. “You look seriously hot all cowboyed up like this.” He stroked his palms over Kitt’s ass to grab each cheek.
“Are you sure it’s safe for some of your security to know about us?” Kitt’s body stayed tense in the embrace, causing Austin to narrow his brow. No simple hello or I missed you too, just straight to the point.
This morning Kitt had noticed the security lurking around when Austin left.
He’d only spotted one of them, and Austin tried to play it off as the man being his bodyguard.
He should have known better than to think Kitt bought it.
He was too smart. The look Kitt gave him just now made it clear he’d figured it all out.
“They’re keeping everyone else away, I promise.
They keep me hidden, and the cameras away.
They keep Mike, or Jose, or anyone else from finding my four-wheeler out here or yours at my house.
I’ve never had a problem with any of my security staff.
They sign all sorts of confidentiality agreements.
And, I asked them to stay away tonight, so it’ll be just us,” Austin said.
Kitt listened but tugged free of him to finish loading the last few things from the cabin into the back of the truck.
“It worries me,” Kitt said, as he passed by a minute or two later.
“I know it does and I’m sorry for that, but it can’t be helped.” Austin didn’t let Kitt pass by again without taking his hand. Austin walked beside him to the house. “What else do we need?”
“Just the sleepin’ bags, they’re by the door. Everything else’s loaded.” Kitt stepped in to grab the two sleeping bags. Austin took one from him, tossing it on the sofa.
“This will be more than fine,” Austin said.
The move erased the worry from Kitt’s brow.
He laughed and let Austin encircle him in his arms as he pulled Kitt back out the front door.
Kitt tossed the one sleeping bag in the back seat of the truck while Austin made his way around and got in on the passenger side.
He watched Kitt place his cowboy hat on the center console as he slid inside the truck.
“We dub this place Kelly Ridge,” Kitt said, as he started the truck and backed away from the house.
“I used to hear about that place. What’s the story?” Austin asked, content with just listening to the sound of Kitt’s voice.
“It sits overlookin’ the back pasture on a slight hill.
There used to be a pond down there, but it dried up years ago, before I was ever born.
My dad used to take me down there to camp when I was little.
You can see for miles and miles,” Kitt said, sounding a little distracted.
He didn’t finish the thought but turned on the radio to the local country station he liked. He turned the volume down low.
“Lots of memories, then,” Austin said, taking Kitt’s cowboy hat and carefully placing it in the back seat. He lifted the console before sliding in the middle of the seat, closer to Kitt. He couldn’t decide if it was a good thing or bad thing to be going somewhere Kitt’s father used to take him.
There wasn’t a trail and Kitt drove slowly.
The headlights of the truck bounced around with every rut they hit.
Austin watched Kitt as closely as Kitt watched the pasture in front of the truck.
He lifted a hand and brushed Kitt’s hair back from his forehead.
Austin got a sideways glance and a small grin as he ran his hand down Kitt’s thigh, scooting in as close as he could.
“I used to do this in high school. The girls sat right next to me. I think about that when I see you in this truck. Me sitting right here next to you,” Austin said, tucking his hand between Kitt’s parted thighs, and sliding his fingers under Kitt’s leg.
“My friends always did it too. Their wives still do it,” Kitt said. His eyes returned to watching the field in front of them.
“You never did?” Austin asked. His only real care in the world seemed to be the man sitting next to him.
“Nah, I never dated any girls. I haven’t ever really dated anybody. I’ve always known I was gay from the time I was little.” Kitt said it all so matter of fact, keeping his hands on the wheel, navigating all the ruts in the pasture, which only tossed them around a little as he drove.
Austin kept his eyes on Kitt, watching him closely for any sign of emotion about what he just said.
He wasn’t at all sure he liked that statement.
Kitt deserved someone to be nice to him.
Take him out on a date or vice versa. He was sure Kitt would be an excellent date.
Someone you’d be glad to have on your arm.
The thought brought a smile to Austin’s face before his heart ached painfully.
He wouldn’t ever be the man to take Kitt anywhere.
He closed his eyes, turning his head back straight.
“What?” Kitt asked, looking over at Austin.
“Nothing,” Austin said absently.
“What?”
“I wish I could take you out on a real date, and I realized that it will never happen,” Austin finally said.
“No, it can’t. I’ve got too much ridin’ on things right now. I’ve learned to live with it. And so have you.” Kitt bumped Austin in the shoulder, giving him another sideways glance. The truck hit a good deep rut and bounced them around, making Kitt quickly cut his eyes back to the pasture.
“It’s not bad, Austin. It’s actually the only life I know, so I’m good.
We should probably slow this down some between us.
If we keep goin’ every night, someone’s gonna catch us.
” The words came so easily, like it truly was an option for them.
“Maybe this trip you’re takin’ would be a good time to start makin’ this a weekly deal or something like that. ”
“Ah, well, Kitt Kelly, you just managed to take the small ache in my heart and balloon it into a major throb. I’d hate to slow this down,” Austin said, his brow furrowed.
He focused on Kitt’s face. It took a minute, but Kitt looked over at him, slowly giving him that grin of his until another damn rut made the truck lurch, causing Kitt to turn his eyes back to the pasture.
“I’d hate it too, but it’s risky what we’re doing.”
Austin didn’t reply. Instead, he lifted his hand between Kitt’s parted thighs and slid it up his dick. The bulge under his hand hardened inside the Wranglers.
“So…you’ve never had sex with a girl?” Austin asked, massaging Kitt’s cock. One thing was for certain, Kitt’s cock seemed to really like Austin being around.
“Nope, not once,” Kitt said, his voice a little deeper since Austin began the intimate massage.
“Huh.”
“What’s that mean?”
“Just huh, nothing more,” Austin said casually.
He’d had more sex with women in his life than with men.
As he got older, he needed to be drunker, and even stoned.
But honestly, he’d learned to take sex however it was offered.
A girl’s ass wasn’t much different than a guy’s, and if he closed his eyes and imagined, he seemed to get through it all right.
“I couldn’t even get it up with a girl. You probably go both ways, right?” Kitt asked.
“I’m all of a sudden a little ashamed to say yes to you. I prefer men. I need to drink quite a bit to be with a woman, but I do it,” Austin said.
“Have you been with Cara?” Kitt asked, now looking directly at Austin. The truck slowed almost to a stop.
“I’m not sure I wanna answer that,” Austin said, looking out the front window.
“So it’s a yes,” Kitt said, their gazes switching places. He looked out the front window as Austin looked at him.
“Not recently. Once I decided I was really done with that world, I sobered up, put the drugs down and cleaned myself up. I’ve only been with men since then,” Austin said.
“How did you work that and keep it quiet?”
“I wasn’t always discreet. There’re lots of rumors out there. Cara’s good at lying about where I was, on and on.”
“But she isn’t here if we get caught.”
“No. But for me, I’ve decided it can’t really affect me anymore.
I left that world behind, although no one seems to believe me.
It’s just that the cameras are such a pain in the ass.
I need a few years to be out of the picture, prove I’m really retired before I let anyone know.
If I ever let anyone know. I want my privacy.
I miss my privacy.” Austin said it all again for what felt like the hundredth time in the span of just a few days.
He moved his hand back and forth across Kitt’s thigh, finally tucking it back under his leg.
“I can’t ever come out, Austin. No way this ranchin’ world would ever accept it. It’s like the 1950s around here. It would ruin everything, and I just can’t have that. I have Lily and my sisters to think about.”
“No one questions you?” Austin asked.
“If they do, I never hear it. We’re here.
” Kitt brought the truck to a stop at the base of a small ridge.
He put it in park, resting one arm on the steering wheel while he hooked his other arm around Austin’s shoulders.
He used his thumb to lift Austin’s chin as he leaned in to kiss him.
When he pulled away, Kitt slowly opened his eyes.
“I don’t wanna talk about this anymore. It depresses me.
I like what we have right now, and the future doesn’t look so good for either of us.
Just know that when you’re ready to go, it’s okay, no hard feelings at all,” Kitt said, looking straight at Austin.
Austin leaned forward, kissing Kitt again, swiping his tongue across Kitt’s lips this time before he brought his hand up around Kitt’s neck.
He pulled him back to deepen the kiss, and drove his tongue forward, dominating the kiss.
Beneath his palm, he felt Kitt’s heart pounding in his chest when they broke apart.
“We need to set up camp,” Kitt whispered, still in Austin’s face, searching his eyes with his own.
“Kitt, I don’t want this to end between us.
I feel more alive now than I’ve felt in years.
If we have to stay hidden, then so be it, but I want this between us.
” Austin realized he gave Kitt no choice but to stay close as he gripped Kitt’s shirt.
Kitt nodded, looking at him closely for several long moments before he pulled away and slid out of the truck.
Damn how he hated it when Kitt went quiet on him!