Kit took a sip of the coffee and made an obscene moan. “Mmm, this tastes good.”
“Mo’s boy is notorious for providing great coffee,” Red said, trying to ignore the effect that moan had on his dick, especially as Kit was semi-naked. “Go get dressed.”
Kit flashed him a smirk, but to his relief, put his cup on the counter and disappeared into the bedroom.
He took a long swallow of his coffee as a distraction and had to admit, the coffee deserved a moan of pleasure.
A few minutes later Kit returned, dressed in a T-shirt and sweats Mo had bought for him, and picked up his cup.
He regarded Red over the rim of his cup. “You talk like you know Joseph,” he said, picking up their previous conversation.
“I do,” Red said, detecting an edge to Kit’s voice. “I was part of his detail when he was with Monaghan, and I met him again recently when Mo interviewed me for a job.”
“You weren’t interested in him?”
Red blinked. “Joseph?”
“Yes. He’s a billionaire.”
“He’s a nightmare. Rude, non-compliant. Always trying to ditch us. Mo must have the patience of a saint. Monaghan handed him over to CDR with relief.”
“But he’s not your kind of boy?”
Red thought about it for a moment. “I like boys with sass. I’m not into sweet and submissive. I like a challenge. But Joseph doesn’t do anything for me.”
Kit eyed him for a long moment. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, why?” Red wondered where Kit was going with this. There was an agenda, Kit just wasn’t sure what it was.
“No reason.”
Red fixed Kit with a stern look. “Bull. Talk to me. Why are you giving me the third degree about Mo’s boy?”
Kit huffed into his cup. “I wanted to know if you had your eyes on a boy.”
“Even if I did, I’d never try and take another Daddy’s boy.”
“Like what happened to you,” Kit said softly.
Red gave a curt nod, feeling the familiar tightness in his chest that always occurred when he thought about the day Davie walked out on him into the arms of his best friend.
“It must have been hard, seeing Davie again.”
Red stared unseeing as he remembered Mike Monaghan introducing Davie to the team as his second in command. Davie’s smile thinned as he laid eyes on Red. That was the moment Red knew his time at Monaghan’s was over. He didn’t trust Davie not to make his life a living hell. He handed in his notice at the end of the meeting and walked out the door, wondering what the hell he was going to do next. He had savings but they wouldn’t last forever.
It was Aaron who’d suggested he try CDR. He knew Mo and some of the other Biker Daddy Bodyguards.
He flinched as he felt a sharp scratch. He looked down to see blood on his hand.
“You broke the handle,” Kit said, taking the cup and handle out of Red’s hands.
“I didn’t notice,” Red admitted.
Kit led him over to the sink and washed away the blood. “It’s just a small cut.”
He pressed a paper towel against it. It stung, but Kit was right, it was barely bleeding now.
“It’ll be fine,” Red agreed. “It doesn’t need a bandage. I’ll find an antiseptic wipe.”
