Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
RED
Kit hadn’t moved, still wrapped around Red, clinging with a fierceness he hadn’t expected. Red carded his fingers through Kit’s sweaty curls.
“Are you awake, my boy?”
“No.”
“Are you hungry?”
“No.”
The loud rumble from Kit’s belly made Red chuckle.
“I think your tummy’s telling me something different. I think I need to feed my little boy.”
“Not a little.” Kit raised his head. “I don’t know what I am yet, but I’m not a little.”
Red nodded. “Thank you for telling me.”
“Are you disappointed?”
“Disappointed?” Red was confused. “Why would I be disappointed with you?”
“That I’m not a little. Daddies like their boys to be littles, like Ti from the club.”
“There are all kinds of Daddies, just like there are all kinds of boys. Take the Biker Daddy Bodyguards. All of the boys are different. And I know of a family who live on a mountain just like this, where no boy is the same.”
Kit squinted down at him. “You know a family of boys?”
“I know of them. They’re something of a legend. Seven brothers, all Daddies, all have boys.”
“Oh wow.” Kit’s eyes widened. “That must be something to see.”
“Ask Josh Cooper. He knows them well.”
“Is he a boy?”
Red snorted. “No Daddy would take him on. No one tells him what to do. Except maybe Cal. He’s a bossy bottom.
But no, not a boy. I like him though. He’s respectful of our lifestyle.
” He saw Kit’s expression darken and swatted him on the ass.
“I said I like him, nothing more. He’s a nightmare and he’s not my type. ”
“What is your type?”
Oh, his sneaky, sneaky boy. Red was ready to make Kit’s butt a glowing red.
“You don’t need to fish for compliments, Kit. You’re in my arms. You should know by now I’m a one-boy Daddy.” Red let a growl seep into his voice, feeling smugly satisfied when Kit shivered.
“But I’ve never had a Daddy,” Kit said, sounding a little forlorn, maybe overwhelmed. “I don’t know what Daddies—you—want from me.”
Red stroked his hair. “You’ve got time to learn. We’ll learn together, Kit. You and me.”
“You said you’d leave me if I was moved.”
Red flinched. He had said that. And now he had to repair the damage. “Where you go, I’ll go. We’ll be together.”
Kit stared at him, his mouth pursed, his expression fierce. He clearly didn’t believe Red.
Red cupped his neck and pulled him down for a tender kiss. “You and me. Together.”
Burrowing his face into the crook of Red’s neck, Kit sighed, his warm breath ghosting over raspy hairs.
“I want to believe you.”
“I know, I know, sweetheart. Your world has turned upside down and you can’t believe anything right now. And that’s okay. It’s going to be like that until we can find somewhere for us to settle down together.”
“I’m not going back home, am I?”
Kit sounded so forlorn that Red had to hold him tighter.
“We’re not going back home. We’ll create a family together somewhere else.”
It was only when he realized Kit was barely breathing that Red understood what he’d said. A family. The two of them. Red waited to panic. Maybe he did, just around the edges, but he meant what he said. He wanted to be together with Kit, Daddy and boy.
“What about Tony?”
“I don’t know what will happen there,” Red admitted. “But he has no say in you and me, boy.”
Kit raised his head and his cheek and chin had Red’s scruff imprinted like crazy paving. “Will you still be my bodyguard?”
“I don’t know how that’ll work,” Red said. “This is new territory for me.”
Kit sighed and wriggled down to rest his head on Red’s chest, his hand over Red’s heart.
“What do you know the answers to?”
“I know how to protect you. It’s my job right now.”
Red tried to sound as positive as he could.
He was a damn good bodyguard, okay, babysitter.
He could do that. But he stared up at the ceiling.
Red had to admit the future worried him.
He was a rinse repeat kinda guy. He hated not knowing what came next.
He’d liked his job at Monaghan. The same clients, the same routine.
The same team even. If he transferred across the country, what would he do?
Kit didn’t have the best record for holding down jobs and even in WITSEC they were expected to work for a living.
They needed to have plans for getting on with their life.
Red had been in security for a long time.
Too long. He wouldn’t know what else he could do.
“You’re doing a lot of thinking,” Kit said, although he hadn’t raised his head.
“It’s my job right now,” Red repeated.
Kit sat up and drew his knees to his chest. “What will you do with your home?”
“CDR will pack it up and transport it to us.”
He didn’t know that for sure, but Griff Carlton had moved to London and that’s what had happened for him.
“I’ve only got what’s in my condo. Everything else was in the clubhouse.”
Distraught by Kit’s dejected expression, Red sat up and tugged his boy against his chest. “I know, sweetheart. We can’t replace what you lost but we can make sure you have a home again.”
“Do I deserve a home?”
What on earth? Where did that come from?
Red held Kit tighter. “I promise you, you deserve a home, a Daddy, and love.”
Kit let out a slow sigh and pressed a kiss over Red’s heart. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. Holding Kit in his arms was enough.
They slept again, Kit curled up against him like a baby hedgehog, until finally bodily needs drove Red out of the bed. Kit must have been out like a light because beyond a sleepy grumble, he didn’t stir as Red left the bedroom.
Red did a quick patrol, reassuring himself the cabin was secure, then he messaged Mo.
“All quiet – Ronan.”
He breathed easier as he headed into the bathroom to take care of business. Then he sniffed his armpit and grimaced. He smelled rank.
Shower. Patrol again. Dinner. In that order, and somewhere in there, Red would wake his boy and love on him again.
Hot water was a blessing as he closed his eyes and let it stream over him.
Then he picked up the bodywash, sniffed it, and decided it was acceptable.
Maybe more spice than flowery. Red had loved his mom, but he had deep seated issues about the floral bodywash he’d been forced to use as a kid.
He scrubbed his armpits, sniffed, then did it again, before washing the rest of his body, finally bending down to scrub his calves and feet.
“Is there room for me?”
Red looked up at a sleepy voice. Kit stood outside the stall, picking at cum dried into the fine hairs on his belly, his morning wood lifting as if seeking out Red.
“Sure.”
He opened the door and Kit climbed in with him, sighing as he felt the hot water.
“I almost forgive you for leaving me alone.”
“Thank you,” Red said drily.
But when he caressed soapy bubbles over Kit’s smooth skin, the momentary irritation faded under the pleasure of tracing the lines of the cobra.
He pushed Kit against the tiles and gave him the same intense wash that he’d given himself.
Kit kept his eyes closed and let Red clean him without a murmur. Someone liked being taken care of.
Red wondered when the last time someone took care of Kit for more than just a hook-up.
“Do we have any razors?” Kit asked, not opening his eyes.
“Look under the sink.”
Kit rubbed his palm over his bristles. “I’ll shave tomorrow. I hate having a scruff.”
“I’ll shave you,” Red said.
Kit narrowed his eyes. “I don’t let just anyone near my throat.”
“It’s a good thing I’m not just anyone, isn’t it?” Red picked up the shampoo bottle. “I’m going to wash your hair.”
Kit grimaced when he saw the bottle. “We’ll have to put in an order for my shampoo.”
The shampoo looked perfectly fine to Red. “What’s wrong with it?”
“I’ll teach you.”
Squeezing the creamy colored liquid into his palm, Red decided he didn’t care enough to argue about shampoo.
He stroked the bubbles through Kit’s hair until the boy was almost purring with pleasure.
Just the sweet sound made Red’s cock sit up and take notice.
But he ignored his hungry dick. He had a job to do and that was making his boy squeaky clean from head to foot.
“S’nice,” Kit murmured.
“You like it?”
“I can’t remember the last time someone washed me. I guess it has to be my mom.”
“I like cleaning my boys. It’s an excuse to get wet and bubbly. Hopefully we’ll find somewhere with a tub.”
“You like taking care of people.”
“I do, but mainly I like taking care of my boy.”
But it couldn’t last forever and finally the water started to cool. Red turned off the water and eased Kit outside the stall so that he could dry him, first his curls, then his body. He patted Kit on the butt.
“Go get dressed.”
Kit pouted, bottom lip sticking out. “I thought we’d play again.”
“We will,” Red assured him, “but I need something to eat or I’m gonna gnaw on you for a snack.”
Kit gave a shriek and a giggle, then ran out of the bathroom, leaving the towel behind. Red hoped that they didn’t have any visitors this time that Kit could surprise. It was a good thing that Lucinda had been so laidback about his boy’s naked tush.
He picked up the towels and hung them up to dry, then he followed Kit out of the bathroom to discover his boy had his head in the fridge.
“Uh, boy, aren’t you missing something?”
“No, I checked. We’ve got everything for eggs Benedict.” Kit’s voice was muffled but Red understood it clear enough.
“You want me to make you eggs Benedict?”
Red could do it…just.
Kit shook his head. “I want to make it for you.”
“You can cook?”
“Three, maybe four dishes. All of them breakfast. I had to teach myself breakfast or I’d never get to eat at the clubhouse until lunchtime. The old ladies don’t get in ‘til later and I eat at odd hours,” Kit confessed.
“It doesn’t show,” Red said with a trace of envy.