Page 73 of Hold Back
Kit raised his head, looking hopeful. “I’ve got the munchies, Daddy.”
Red closed his eyes. He should put a stop to that, he really should, but it sounded so good coming from his boy.
“Get off me,” Red grumbled, “and we can find something for you to eat.”
Scrambling off him, Kit stood and stretched, his hoodie raising up to expose a toned, inked, flat belly. Red couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward and kissed the smooth skin. It deserved some love. And that sensual moan from above him, Red’s dick responded to that.
“We’ll talk to Tony,” Kit said. “He always says I should take what I want. Well, that’s you.”
Red thought Kit was remarkably innocent when it came to his big brother despite his previous speech, but he didn’t want to put a wedge between them. “I’m honored that you want me, Kit.”
“I want more than that from you,” Kit said.
Okay, that wasn’t what he expected. “What do you want from me?” he asked warily.
“I want you to take me body and soul and heart.” Kit put a hand over his heart.
Red wanted that so much, but he wasn’t ready to give his heart yet. He couldn’t it take being broken again. There were still cracks from before. “Let’s take it one step at a time, my boy.”
“If you say so…Daddy.”
He held out his hand and tugged Red to his feet. Red groaned as he stretched his tired muscles. He rolled his shoulders. “I’m getting too old for this.”
Kit waggled his eyebrows. “Maybe I need to find myself a younger Daddy.”
Red hauled Kit into his arms. “I’m your Daddy…end of.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Kit said demurely.
Oh, his wicked, wicked boy.
Red stared at the table.“You said you had the munchies.”
“I do.”
“I thought you wanted chips, maybe some chopped up veggies and dip. Not a full meal.”
Kit furrowed his brow. “There’s chips and veggies.”
“And eggs and steak and bacon.”
It was nearly midnight and a small snack before bedtime had turned into a full-on meal. Not that he was going to complain. His stomach started to rumble, the more food Kit shoved in his hands.
“You’ll get indigestion,” Red pointed out. “Some of us eat early as we go to bed at ten pm.”
Kit rolled his eyes. “I go clubbing. I’m always eating at three in the morning.”
When he was working, Red’s bedtime was whenever the client retired for the night, but the rest of the time he liked an early night. “I ain’t going clubbing,” he growled, “but if you want to eat like this at midnight, I’ll cope.”
But he’d ask Mo for antacids tomorrow. Kit didn’t need to know that.
Kit beamed at him and shimmied his butt. His boy had a very nice butt and Red openly ogled it.
He said he wasn’t hungry, but they cleared the table between them and Red sat back, belching happily, Kit joining in.
“Dancing next?” Kit asked.
Red snorted. “We’re clearing up and going to bed. Dancing can wait until morning.”
