“Killjoy.” Kit pouted. “It’s not good to go to bed on a full stomach. We should dance it off.”
“Bed,” Red insisted.
And that’s how he found himself shaking his booty around the kitchen for the second time in twenty-four hours.
Chapter Sixteen
KIT
It was alla matter of a suggestion, a pouty bottom lip, and a kiss on his Daddy’s cheek, and he had Red wrapped around his little finger, sighing as he agreed they could have one dance before bedtime.
They danced for half the night until Red cried uncle, pointing out it had been a decade or more since he went clubbing. Kit protested again, but this time, Red changed the music to something slower, hauling him against his hard body and enfolding him in a hug.
Red tugged Kit’s face into the crook of his neck. It was a bit sweaty, but Kit didn’t care, inhaling his masculine scent. He smelled all male, just how Kit liked it. Kit wrapped his arms around Red’s waist and pressed against him.
“You’re a tease,” Red murmured.
Kit smiled against his skin. “Take me to bed, Daddy.”
“I need to check…”
Kit sighed and started to pull away. Sergeant Patrol was at it again.
But Red tugged him back and swept Kit off his feet into Red’s arms. “You’re staying with me,” he said firmly.
“Why, Daddy.” Kit was somewhat breathless.
Red squinted at him. “Why Daddy what?”
“Huh?” Now Kit was confused.
“You said why Daddy, then didn’t ask the question.”
“No, I meantwhy, Daddy…wait, never mind. It doesn’t matter. I just want you to hold me in your strong arms.”
“I can do that,” Red agreed, and gave him a little bounce in his arms.
Kit didn’t want to go on patrol, but it was better than waiting alone on the bed. Red told him to check every lock and he did, then they went to the panic room and checked the monitors, and finally, Red sat, popped Kit on his lap, and called Padraig who was on nightshift. Kit buried himself against Red and waited for this to be done.
“What are you doing still awake?” Padraig sounded sleepy.
“My boy’s a night owl,” Red grumbled.
Kit smiled against Red’s chest. He couldn’t deny that he was usually awake all night. Maybe that was the reason he’d never held down a day job.
When Red disconnected the call, he pressed a kiss to the top of Kit’s head. “Come on, bed.”
“What time is it?”
“Nearly three.”
Kit yawned, burying his face against Red. “Early night.”
“For you maybe. I’m exhausted.”
“Old man,” Kit teased, because he had to, didn’t he?
Red stood with an old man groan which made Kit giggle, then he carried Kit to the bedroom, flicking off all the lights as he went. There were nightlights around the cabin, in case they had to move around in the night. He gently placed Kit on his feet and pushed his hair back from his face.
