Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
KIT
It was all a matter of a suggestion, a pouty bottom lip, and a kiss on his Daddy’s cheek, and he had Red wrapped around his little finger, sighing as he agreed they could have one dance before bedtime.
They danced for half the night until Red cried uncle, pointing out it had been a decade or more since he went clubbing. Kit protested again, but this time, Red changed the music to something slower, hauling him against his hard body and enfolding him in a hug.
Red tugged Kit’s face into the crook of his neck. It was a bit sweaty, but Kit didn’t care, inhaling his masculine scent. He smelled all male, just how Kit liked it. Kit wrapped his arms around Red’s waist and pressed against him.
“You’re a tease,” Red murmured.
Kit smiled against his skin. “Take me to bed, Daddy.”
“I need to check…”
Kit sighed and started to pull away. Sergeant Patrol was at it again.
But Red tugged him back and swept Kit off his feet into Red’s arms. “You’re staying with me,” he said firmly.
“Why, Daddy.” Kit was somewhat breathless.
Red squinted at him. “Why Daddy what?”
“Huh?” Now Kit was confused.
“You said why Daddy, then didn’t ask the question.”
“No, I meant why, Daddy…wait, never mind. It doesn’t matter. I just want you to hold me in your strong arms.”
“I can do that,” Red agreed, and gave him a little bounce in his arms.
Kit didn’t want to go on patrol, but it was better than waiting alone on the bed.
Red told him to check every lock and he did, then they went to the panic room and checked the monitors, and finally, Red sat, popped Kit on his lap, and called Padraig who was on nightshift.
Kit buried himself against Red and waited for this to be done.
“What are you doing still awake?” Padraig sounded sleepy.
“My boy’s a night owl,” Red grumbled.
Kit smiled against Red’s chest. He couldn’t deny that he was usually awake all night. Maybe that was the reason he’d never held down a day job.
When Red disconnected the call, he pressed a kiss to the top of Kit’s head. “Come on, bed.”
“What time is it?”
“Nearly three.”
Kit yawned, burying his face against Red. “Early night.”
“For you maybe. I’m exhausted.”
“Old man,” Kit teased, because he had to, didn’t he?
Red stood with an old man groan which made Kit giggle, then he carried Kit to the bedroom, flicking off all the lights as he went. There were nightlights around the cabin, in case they had to move around in the night. He gently placed Kit on his feet and pushed his hair back from his face.
“You look tired too.”
Kit sighed and yawned, standing passively as Red pulled back the covers. “I want you to fuck me.”
Red snorted. “When we’re both awake. I like my boy conscious when I bury my dick inside him.”
“M’wake.”
“Sure you are,” Red said. “Sit down on the bed.”
He eased Kit down onto the bed.
Kit flopped back and closed his eyes. “You could suck my cock,” he suggested.
He closed his eyes, just for a moment.
Kit opened his eyes to the sound of voices.
He squinted as he looked around. He was on his own, but he could hear Red talking to someone.
What happened? One minute he was expecting a blowjob and the next…
did he sleep through the cock suckage? God, that was mortifying.
He’d never fallen asleep during sex before.
And why were there visitors in the middle of the night? He shivered. Were the bad guys here? Why hadn’t Red woken him up?
He rolled out of bed and wandered into the main room to find Red talking to Mo. Red was dressed in sweats he’d worn the day before, but Kit was sure he’d worn that T-shirt. Red had clearly rolled out of bed and grabbed the first clothes he could find.
Mo looked over and grinned. “I think you need to deal with this, Baxter.”
Red turned and sighed. “Kit, get some clothes on. We have visitors.”
Kit shrugged. “We’re all guys. Why are you still awake in the middle of the night?”
Only it was light outside so not nighttime. Sleeping in a room with no window jumbled his senses.
“Yeah, no,” Red murmured. “You really need clothes and it’s nearly midday.”
He moved and Kit realized it wasn’t just Mo in the room. A white-haired woman, kinda old, Kit couldn’t work out women’s ages, faced him, wearing a resigned expression, like nothing could surprise her.
Being Kit, he had to say something. “Ooops, sorry.”
“Nice snake,” she murmured in a posh British accent.
Mo rolled his eyes and Red sighed, but Kit beamed at her. Now he liked her.
“Come on,” Red muttered.
“Sorry,” Kit heard Mo say.
The woman snorted out a laugh. “I dealt with Josh Cooper. Nothing surprises me.”
Kit let Red herd him back to the bedroom. “Who’s the old woman?” It was a genuine question, but as they stepped in the bedroom, he received a firm pop to his butt. “Hey.” He rubbed his ass cheek and glowered at Red who scowled right back.
“Her name is Lucinda. She’s taking the other cabin. And keep your voice down. You don’t get to be rude to her. She’s Mo’s guest, just like we are.”
“I wasn’t being rude and I thought I was your prisoner,” Kit muttered.
Red sighed. “You’re not my prisoner, Kit. I just want to keep you alive.”
“Is she in danger too?”
Red hesitated, then he said, “Not now. She was kidnapped and hurt. It’s taking a while for her to recover. CDR suggested the mountains.”
Kit thought his Daddy was underplaying what had happened. The old woman looked as if she’d been to hell and back. Kit couldn’t miss that. He also noticed the bandages on both of her hands. She had to be tough to go through that and survive.
“Really?” At Red’s curt nod, his mouth went dry. “You live in a scary world, Daddy.”
He never imagined the danger out there. Now he realized his brother had kept him away from that. How many of the Evergreen Wolves had been involved in the gray area Tony walked?
Red smoothed a thumb along his cheekbone, his smile almost tender as he gazed into Kit’s eyes. “My job is to stop your world being scary, boy.”
“I don’t think that’s working,” Kit confessed. “Every time I think I’ve gotten a handle on this, something throws me for a loop. Like old women being kidnapped and hurt by bad guys.”
Red enfolded him in his arms. “I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”
Sighing, and still stark naked but not caring, Kit leaned against him. “Promise?”
“Pinkie swear.”
Kit hesitated, then he tugged out of Red’s arms and ran out of the bedroom.
“Clothes, boy,” Red bellowed after him, but Kit ignored it. She’d seen his junk already.
Mo and Lucinda stared as he ran up to them.
“Uh, Kit, I thought you were getting dressed,” Mo said.
Kit flapped his hand. “She’s seen it already.”
“Kit?” Red said.
But Kit focused on Mo. “You should move me. It’s not fair on—” He turned to the woman.
“Lucinda,” she said.
He nodded. “Lucinda. I’m Kit.” His introduction was somewhat unnecessary as they’d all barked his name but whatever. “It’s not fair on Lucinda if she’s in danger because of me.”
He saw something in Mo’s eyes. Was that dawning respect?
Red turned him around and dressed him in a hoodie and sweats. “Let’s be dressed for this conversation, yeah?”
Kit turned back to Lucinda. “I don’t want you to get hurt because of me. I’ve already lost my home.”
She reached out. He gingerly took her right hand.
“It takes a lot to scare me, Kit. Mo gave me the lowdown before I arrived. I intend just to sleep and relax. Mo and the boys will extract me if the situation changes.”
“Are you sure?” Kit asked.
“I’m sure. But thank you for thinking of me. Not everyone would.”
“I’m scared.” He hadn’t intended to make that admission.
“Go back to your Daddy. He’ll keep you safe.”
Red tugged Kit into his arms and led him back to the bedroom.
“That was kind of you,” he said.
“It’s true.” Kit worried his bottom lip. “She’s been hurt so much. You can see it in her eyes.”
“She has, but Mo will take care of her, I promise.”
“And us?”
“And us too.”
They stayed like that for a long time, longer than Kit expected.
“We’re going, Red,” Mo bellowed.
Kit expected Red to leave him, but he didn’t let Kit move out of his arms.
“Talk later,” Red agreed.
“Don’t forget to check in.”
Kit was sure Red growled above his head, but he yelled, “I won’t.”
Red seemed to hesitate, and Kit didn’t understand until he realized Red was listening for something.
Then he heard the door click. He had waited to hear the door lock.
Sergeant Patrol never took a moment off, even when he was holding his boy.
Kit pouted a little, but he relaxed and waited for Red to give him his attention again.
Red blinked and looked down at him. “Where were we?”
“Waiting for Sergeant Patrol to go off duty,” Kit muttered.
He received another pop on his ass cheek for that remark.
“Ow! You keep doing that.”
“Cheeky boys get a spanking,” Red informed him.
Kit shivered at the thought. He’d always wondered what it would be like to receive a spanking from someone who knew what they were doing.
He realized Red was watching him closely, and pinked a little. “What?”
“You like the idea of me spanking you? You get a little hard at the thought?”
Kit glanced down, realizing his cock wanted to show off for Red’s attention. “I’ve never been spanked before,” he admitted.
“I don’t spank boys often,” Red said. “I prefer loving on my boys to discipline. But if they want it, we can discuss it.”
Kit pressed his lips together and gave him an icy glare. “You know talking about your other boys just makes me mad.”
Red cocked his head. “Why? I’m not mad about all your other boyfriends.”
Kit scoffed. “Boyfriends? What boyfriends? I’ve had hook-ups but I’ve never had a long-term relationship.” He caught Red’s satisfied expression. “And you? Have you had lots of boys?’
“No. Before Davie, I’d take care of boys if they needed a session, but he was my only boy. I’ve not been in the community since he left.”
“What a waste,” Kit said sincerely, “but thank you for saving yourself for me.”
Red gave him the sweetest smile. “I never thought of it like that, but I’m glad I saved myself for you too.”
“Take me to bed, Daddy?”