Page 64 of Hold Back
Kit’s heart gave an unexpected leap.Hisboy? He beamed up at the ceiling. Had Red finally quit fighting with his new role. Kit certainly hoped so. He had a Daddy on tap to take care of him. Would Red fuck him? Kit wasn’t sure about that. There was the whole big brother issue. Tony had given Red the ‘do it and die’ speech, except Tony wasn’t here. He felt the familiar pang when he thought about the situation, but you know, rules were made to be broken when your big bro was potentially hundreds of miles away.
He plucked at the drying cum, relieved when he heard footsteps and Red appeared with a washcloth and a towel. Kit lay back, legs spread, and waited.
“Your body is truly a canvas,” Red murmured as he studied him for a moment.
“Do you like it?”
Red held his breath, anxious for his answer. Not all men had liked the ink and piercings. Kit didn’t much care for their opinion, but for some reason, Red’s was important.
“I do. It suits you. I can’t imagine you without your art.”
Kit preened at the praise, not effusive but sincere. Most men he met wanted to trace the ink with their tongue and fingers, but it was all about them and their pleasure, not him. Red just regarded him with quiet intensity.
“Jack did exactly as I asked and more,” he said.
Red raised an eyebrow. “Jack? Jack Booker?”
“You know him?”
Kit wasn’t surprised. Jack Booker was the ConC of tattoo artists. Everyone knew him and longed to own one of his pieces on their body.
“He’s Quinn Ryder’s brother-in-law. I haven’t met him, but Cade has his ink too.”
“It’s a small world,” Kit murmured, hoping at some point he could look at the ink on Cade. It had to be special.
He wrinkled his brows. “Booker. Is he related to Craig Booker?”
Red hummed. “Rumor says they’re cousins, but don’t quote me on this.”
Kit stretched and grimaced as the small hairs on his belly tugged with cum drying on his belly.
“Let’s clean you up.” Red noticed Kit’s discomfort and sat on the bed.
Kit held his breath, waiting for the first swipe of the washcloth. It was warm. Red had taken the time to warm it up for him. Tears prickled at the back of Kit’s eyes. He was so thoughtful.
He was also thorough, cleaning every inch of Kit’s belly and chest, then wiped his cock and balls with the same intensity. Kit’s dick reacted enthusiastically to Red’s attention, his shaft hardening in Red’s hand, but Red didn’t react as he dropped the washcloth and picked up the towel. Kit pouted, but Red just dried him off and stood, looking down at him.
“Get dressed and come back to the kitchen. You can help me cook dinner.”
Kit’s pout deepened. “You want me to cook? We could be doing something far more interesting.” He wiggled his hips, hoping he was making the universal sign for ‘fuck me through the mattress, Daddy,’ but Red picked up the washcloth, turned on his heel, and headed out of the bedroom. Kit huffed. Red was no fun. If they were going to be locked up in something not much bigger than a giant chicken coop, they could at least have fun.
Then his stomach rumbled. He looked down at it. “Traitor.” He gave it an accusing scowl, but it just gave another rumble. If he wanted to get fed, maybe he should go help Red. He could help naked. Kit thought about that for a moment, then discarded the idea. What if Mo or any of the CDR men walked in? Mo probably wouldn’t care, but yeah, showing his junk off to the others didn’t appeal.
Kit heaved himself off the bed and dressed, then sashayed out of the bedroom in search of torturing his jailor with his moves, only to screech to a halt as he spotted a delicious sight. He let out a wolf whistle in appreciation. Red had the refrigerator door open, regarding something on the bottom shelf, his taut ass on display for Kit’s greedy eyes.
Red looked over his shoulder, rolling his eyes when he saw where Kit’s eyes were fixed. “Like the view?”
“Very nice,” Kit agreed, not tearing his eyes away because the view was perfect.
“Glad you’re happy.”
Red pulled out steak and salad, stretched as he stood, then closed the refrigerator door with one foot, and brought over everything to the counter.
Kit surveyed the food on the counter. “Is this for the entire team?”
“No, just for us,” Red said cheerfully.
“I can’t eat that much.” Just the thought of it made Kit’s stomach churn.
