Chapter 19 #2
“Your bill’s been taken care of,” Quinn said. “No need to worry.”
Red and Kit exchanged a look.
“I don’t understand,” Kit said slowly.
Nor did Red. He couldn’t begin to imagine how much CDR had charged for this operation.
“Lucinda called me ten minutes ago. She covered the whole bill. She said you reminded her that she still had a life to lead and skills to offer. She really likes you, Kit. Believe me, Josh Cooper says Lucinda never admits to liking anyone.”
Kit smiled. “I like her too. Can I thank her? Is she still here?”
He turned to Red who shrugged. They’d been hiding in the cabin since Tony was taken away, Red had asked Mo to leave them alone for a while, and Red had no idea who was here and who wasn’t.
“She was extracted earlier, but she left a phone number. I’ll send it to Red. I’ve got to go. I’ll catch up with you next week.”
“Wait,” Kit said. “What’s happening to Tony?”
He wasn’t taking his boy anywhere near Tony. He didn’t trust him not to make another attempt on Kit’s life.
“He’s in hospital, under police guard. I’ll tell you when I know more.”
“Are we safe returning home?” Red asked.
“You are. Monroe is well away from Seattle, and the Evergreen Wolves are horrified at what their president did. They all want to talk to you, Kit. I’m sorry, I must go.”
Red heard a soft “Daddy,” before the call disconnected.
He turned to his boy. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired. Angry. Relieved. Still scared that someone is going to come after me.”
Red shook his head. “CDR have confirmed the threats only came from Tony. As Quinn said the rest of the Evergreen Wolves are horrified by the news, and Little Pete had no idea what Tony had planned. He just thought he wanted to see his brother.”
“He didn’t have any idea what Tony was up to?”
“None. Craig messaged while you were in the shower. Said the guy broke down in tears when he realized he’d driven Tony all the way here only to discover he’d come to kill you.”
Kit sniffled. “I couldn’t believe Little Pete wanted to hurt me. He used to put me to bed.”
Red reached over, grabbed a box of tissues, plucked one out, wiped Kit’s eyes, then held it over his nose. “Blow,” he ordered.
Kit did, kind of awkwardly, then giggled. “Now I do feel like a little boy.”
“When we get home, we’ll talk more about your needs.”
“What if I don’t know what they are?”
“Then we’ll work it out together,” Red promised. “All boys are different. I’ll introduce you to men you would never believe are boys and others who you’d spot instantly.”
Kit regarded him for a moment. “What about me? Which category do I fall into?”
“I knew you were my boy from the moment I covered you in the club.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
Red snorted. “You’re the second person to say that to me in five minutes. But to answer the question, you’re a boy who needs control. It’s obvious to anyone.”
The corners of Kit’s mouth twitched. “You like controlling your boy. You may be biased.”
“I’m very biased, my boy, but you asked a question. Now you have an answer.”
Kit let out a long breath. “Can we go to bed?”
“Now?”
Red didn’t know why he was questioning it. After the day they’d had, they needed to reconnect. But he could see Kit quivering like he needed to be touched, to be reassured and treasured. By his Daddy.
“I need you to make love to me.”
Red stood and held out his hand. “Let’s go to bed.”
In the bedroom, Red slowly stripped Kit of the clothes he’d just put on.
Slowly he revealed each limb, each stretch of naked flesh, each and every part of Kit that made his pulse race and his heart swell.
Then he pressed a kiss to the tip of the hood of Kit’s cobra, his tongue flicking out to taste his silky-smooth skin.
“I’m going to follow him all the way down.” He kissed along the turquoise scales to show Kit what he meant.
Kit shivered. “Yes, Daddy.”
“And you will lie there like a good boy and let me love you.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Kit’s eyes were wide, his pupils blown.
Red traced the outline of the head with his tongue. “And when I come inside you, you’ll know you’re mine forever.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Kit gasped breathlessly, then it trailed off into a moan as Red tugged on one nipple ring.
Red swept Kit into his arms and placed him on the bed, then he shucked his own clothes and lay down next to his boy.
He tugged Kit into his arms, reveling in the delicious friction from the hairs on their legs tangled together, and kissed him until Kit melted against him. He felt Kit’s heartbeat, strong and fierce against Red’s chest, their hot breath mingling.
Red pulled back a little to look at him. “I love you, my sweet boy.”
“I love you too. Now fuck me.”
Red growled at Kit’s mischievous smile. “Is that an order, boy? Because you know who gives the orders around here.”
Kit thought for a moment. “It’s a request, with a hint of an order, because I know you want it too.”
He was right. They were both hard and wanting, their leaking cocks pressed against each other.
But Red’s boy needed to learn that Daddy liked to take his time, and Red still had a cobra to kiss and lick.
He pushed Kit down into the pillows and leaned over him, tugging each nipple ring with his lips. “I’ll buy you a chain when we get home.”
Kit nodded, his eyes wide and gleaming.
“Then I’ll make you come just by playing with it.”
The nod was more frantic this time. His boy liked that idea.
Red licked a long, slow stripe down the snake, making Kit moan and reach out for him.
“Please, Daddy,” Kit begged. He wriggled under Red’s touch, his mischief given way to desperation and need.
“Oh, I will. But in my own time.”
He tugged on the piercing in Kit’s belly button. He was going to enjoy playing with these. Just wait until he reached the one at the end of the cobra’s tail.
Kit growled but Red ignored him. This was his rodeo, and he was going to reduce his boy to a boneless, quivering mess before he buried himself deep and loved him, inside and out.
Red was balls deep in Kit when his boy whispered, “It’s so different.”
He pushed back a sweaty strand of hair from Kit’s forehead. There was wonder in those pretty gray eyes, along with his dazed, hungry look. “What is, sweetheart?”
“Making love to someone.”
Kit bit his lip, as if he were worried Red was going to make fun of him. But Red would never do that to his boy.
“You’ve not done this before.” Red knew it but Kit needed to know it too.
“Not with someone I cared about. They were all just to scratch an itch.”
“I get it. You’re restless.”
“All the time,” Kit confessed. His cheeks were flushed, his tone still hesitant. “I’m only relaxed after fucking.”
Red dropped a kiss on Kit’s mouth. “We’ll find a way to work out your energy.”
“Can you do that?”
Red pulled out of Kit almost to the rim. Kit whimpered. “I think we can find a way.”
The bedroom was quiet apart from their soft breathing. Sweat and cum had dried on their skin as they lay snuggled into each other.
“I chose the cobra as a warning, a guard to keep men away from me if I didn’t want them to touch me.” Kit’s confession dropped into the calm.
Red bit back a contented yawn. He hadn’t even been sure Kit was awake. They’d fucked until they were both exhausted. He idly wondered if he’d need pills to keep up with his boy.
He knew the snake had meaning for Kit but hadn’t wanted to pry. “Did it work?”
Kit gave a wry chuckle. “No. It acted like a beacon. Guys couldn’t wait to get their tongues all over me. Next time I’ll listen to the tattooist.”
“There isn’t going to be a next time,” Red said. He spoke instinctively, his voice a snap between them.
The sudden silence stretched out before Kit replied, his tone icy, “Are you saying you don’t want me to get any more tattoos? Because my body, my choice.”
Red furrowed his brow at Kit’s sudden anger. It was a reminder he needed to take more care in dealing with his feisty boy. “I mean there won’t be any more guys. It’s you and me. Exclusive.”
Kit’s eyes went wide, then he relaxed. “Okay, okay. I can live with that one.”
Worried now, Red rolled over to face him. “You don’t want that? You don’t want it to be just us?”
“I do want that.” Kit’s cheeks were flushed, but his eyes were sparkling. He took a couple of deep breaths. “I thought you were ordering me not to have any more tattoos or piercings.”
“Your body, your choice. Like you said,” Red pointed out. “But I’m a one-boy Daddy. I don’t share.”
“I remember. And that’s what I want too. You and me. Exclusive.” Kit kissed Red’s lips. “It’s my teenage crush made real.”
“Dreams do come true,” Red agreed.
Kit rolled on top of him. “They certainly do, Daddy.”
And that little growl? That woke Red right up. He didn’t need any pills.