Chapter 14 #2
“No, just for us,” Red said cheerfully.
“I can’t eat that much.” Just the thought of it made Kit’s stomach churn.
“I’ll eat yours too.”
Kit scowled at him. “You don’t get to eat my food.”
Red straightened, stuck his arms across his chest, and glowered at Kit. “I’ll eat whatever I choose to eat,” he growled.
Oooh. That sexy growl sent a shiver down Kit’s spine. “Yes, Daddy,” he said meekly.
Red narrowed his eyes, sending him a suspicious look, but he let it go. “You can set the table first.”
Kit huffed, contemplating throwing a tantrum, but Red pointed to a set of drawers and he shuffled over there.
He was tired and maybe steak and all the fixin’s sounded good.
He dug out the flatware. It was all plain but functional, like the cabin really, and it didn’t take him long to lay the table for both of them.
“Where are the potatoes?” Kit asked.
Steak wasn’t steak without a baked potato.
“In the oven.”
Then Red pushed over the salad to prepare.
“You know we could buy bags of salad,” Kit pointed out.
“Where do you think we’ll buy that from?”
“A grocery store,” Kit snapped.
“We’re on top of a mountain,” Red drawled. “Ain’t too many grocery stores up here.”
Kit flushed, turning away, realizing he’d just said something stupid. He blinked away the sudden tears. If any other man had spoken to him like that, he’d have laughed it off or told them to fuck off. Why was he so upset?
Red sighed and wrapped an arm around Kit’s shoulders. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh at you. It was wrong of me to tease you. But Mo stocked the food. Next time we’ll ask him for bags of salad leaves. This time it’ll give us something to do.”
“I can think of better things to do than chopping rabbit food,” Kit muttered.
Silence.
He looked up to see Red staring at him and he flushed again. “What?”
“You help me with dinner, and we’ll have Daddy and boy time tonight.”
“What do you mean by Daddy and boy time?”
“No sex.”
Kit opened his mouth to say that wasn’t much fun, but Red placed a finger over his lips.
“No sex yet, okay? I like to get to know my boys.”
“You’re not like any Daddy I’ve met.”
Red gave a wry twist of his lips. “Have you met any real Daddies?”
Kit had to think about that for the moment. “Some. I guess Quinn and Mo and Craig are the only Daddies I can think of. Oh, and Ti’s Daddy. They were sweet together.” He tried hard to keep the wistfulness out of his voice. “I’ve never met anyone like that.”
“I’m kinda in between Mo and Ti’s Daddy,” Red admitted. “Have you ever talked to a Daddy about what you want? Apart from Eric.” He couldn’t help the growl in his voice when he said the name.
“Eric was the only one, before you. I think I’m a bit too much for most men to handle.” He tried to sound flirty. Red wondered if Kit knew how wistful he sounded.
“You mean you scare them off before you get to the talking part?” Red suggested.
Kit flashed him a brilliant smile. “Why, Daddy, I’m a pussycat.”
“A tiger maybe, but no way are you a pussycat.” Red picked up one of Kit’s hands. “Those claws are way too long.”
Kit understood he meant metaphorical claws. His nails were trimmed short and manicured; no way did he like the long talons that some women he knew sported. “I could be a pussycat for the right Daddy.”
Red pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand. “Let’s talk about that later.”
He would rather get nailed through the mattress, but Kit was starting to realize Red wasn’t the wham, bam, thank you sir, guy that he was used to. He went at his own pace. Was he always so gentle and slow? Kit couldn’t remember that.
Then Red handed him a knife. “Get chopping.”
Kit sighed and stared at the lettuce. “You’re no fun.”
Red stared at him with a deadpan expression. “I’m plenty fun…with the right boy.”
There was so much Kit could say to that, but he had a feeling he’d end up with his nose pressed to the corner of a room and no food in his belly.
It was kind of fun. Red found the sound system and hunted for a radio station that they’d both agree with.
It turned out they both liked technorock.
When Kit questioned Red’s music choice, the man huffed and pointed out he hadn’t been old forever, and he’d been part of the local club scene before he became a bodyguard. Kit wasn’t going to argue.
That was how Mo found them an hour later, dancing the hell out of a song that had been one of Red’s favorites.
“What. The. Fuck?”
Red spun around, his eyes wide and horrified.
Kit turned to find Mo staring at them, arms across his chest, and Ronan grinning like a loon. He shimmed his hips and waved them over. “Join us.”
“I’d rather pluck out my ears,” Mo snapped, and stomped over to switch off the music.
“I don’t suppose I could persuade you to forget you ever saw that,” Red said to Ronan.
“Forget you shaking your booty? What’s it worth?” the bodyguard asked.
Red opened his mouth, but Mo got there first. “Ask him for his red velvet cake.”
Ronan’s eyes lit up. “Done.”
Kit raised an eyebrow. “You like baking?”
“I do.”
“And he’s really good at it,” Mo said. “It’s been a long time since I had one of Red’s cakes.”
“Jace’s wife makes us soups, but no one bakes for us now,” Ronan said.
“I’ll bring the ingredients.”
Mo’s boy could buy him a chain of bakeries, yet he was excited about a homemade cake.
Red sighed as he leaned against the cabinets. “I guess I know what you and me will be doing tomorrow,” he said to Kit.
Kit looked at him in horror. “I don’t bake.”
“Now’s the time to learn.”
Kit swung around to Mo and Ronan. “Get me out of here,” he begged.
Mo shrugged. “You may as well do something useful.”
“The Biker Daddy Bodyguards live on cake and coffee,” Ronan assured Kit.
“I thought boys got to play and fuck and have fun,” Kit muttered.
“They do that too,” Mo said, “but all our boys are businessmen. I have to remind Joseph he doesn’t need to be a boardroom shark all the time.”
Mo probably didn’t mean to make Kit feel inadequate, but he’d bounced from job to job, never finding his niche, knowing his brother would always support him.
Quinn’s boy was a pop legend and a street artist. Craig’s boy owned nightclubs and other businesses.
Mo’s boy was a freakin’ billionaire. And Kit?
He couldn’t hold down a job for more than two months.
But he could learn to make a cake.
“Will you teach me to bake?” he asked Red, who gave him a huge smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Just the sight of his smile reassured Kit.
“I can do that,” Red said.
Mo made a snort which sounded strangely satisfied. “Tell me the ingredients. I’ll get Doug to bring them up.”
“What did you come here for?” Red asked.
“Ronan wants to check the panic room. We’ll be having a guest in the other cabin in the next few days. I can’t tell you who it is.”
Kit noticed how sober Mo was, his demeanor different when it was about security.
Red furrowed his brow. “Do you need us to move to another safe house? We could put him in danger.”
Mo gave a wry smile. “Our guest can take care of herself.”
“A woman?” Kit blurted out. “I thought you only took care of boys.”
He was relieved to see even Red looked confused.
“She’s a special case,” Mo said. “This is a request from Josh and Cal at Angel Securities. She’s had a rough time lately and needs a place to decompress. She’ll keep to herself and won’t bother you.”
Red grunted. Kit noted he didn’t seem too happy about having an unknown neighbor. He was going to question him when Mo and Ronan left, but Red said he needed to eat before his stomach crawled out of his belly, and Kit decided to leave it until after dinner.
Kit didn’t expect to eat much, his stomach churning with the stresses of the day. But the steak and eggs were perfect, the baked potato crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside. And of course, the salad was expertly chopped.
Before Kit knew it, he’d nearly finished the plate. “I’m full to bursting,” he confessed.
Red gave him a look that was almost one of pride. “You did well. Why don’t we clear up and watch a movie?”
Kit grumbled all the time he helped load the dishwasher and clean up, but it was more for the sake of it than actually meaning it.
“Go get into your pjs and choose a movie.”
“I get to choose?”
“Why not? It can be my choice tomorrow.” Then Red narrowed his eyes. “Except porn. I’m not interested in Plunging the Plumber.”
Kit pouted. ‘You could plunge me instead.”
Red swatted him on the butt. “When I think you’re ready.”
“I need a shower. I’m still sticky.”
“Then go. I need to check in Mo.”
They were going to be old and gray before Red got on board with the fucking instead of the patrolling, but Kit did as he was told. He ran into the bathroom to clean his teeth and start the shower. Eventually there’d be kissing. Lots of kissing. Kit was determined.