Page 65 of Hold Back
“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? Apartfrom 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.
