“You look tired too.”
Kit sighed and yawned, standing passively as Red pulled back the covers. “I want you to fuck me.”
Red snorted. “When we’re both awake. I like my boy conscious when I bury my dick inside him.”
“M’wake.”
“Sure you are,” Red said. “Sit down on the bed.”
He eased Kit down onto the bed.
Kit flopped back and closed his eyes. “You could suck my cock,” he suggested.
He closed his eyes, just for a moment.
Kit openedhis eyes to the sound of voices. He squinted as he looked around. He was on his own, but he could hear Red talking to someone. What happened? One minute he was expecting a blowjob and the next…did he sleep through the cock suckage? God, that was mortifying. He’d never fallen asleep during sex before.
And why were there visitors in the middle of the night? He shivered. Were the bad guys here? Why hadn’t Red woken him up?
He rolled out of bed and wandered into the main room to find Red talking to Mo. Red was dressed in sweats he’d worn the day before, but Kit was sure he’d worn that T-shirt. Red had clearly rolled out of bed and grabbed the first clothes he could find.
Mo looked over and grinned. “I think you need to deal with this, Baxter.”
Red turned and sighed. “Kit, get some clothes on. We have visitors.”
Kit shrugged. “We’re all guys. Why are you still awake in the middle of the night?”
Only it was light outside so not nighttime. Sleeping in a room with no window jumbled his senses.
“Yeah, no,” Red murmured. “You really need clothes and it’s nearly midday.”
He moved and Kit realized it wasn’t just Mo in the room. A white-haired woman, kinda old, Kit couldn’t work out women’s ages, faced him, wearing a resigned expression, like nothing could surprise her.
Being Kit, he had to say something. “Ooops, sorry.”
“Nice snake,” she murmured in a posh British accent.
Mo rolled his eyes and Red sighed, but Kit beamed at her. Now he liked her.
“Come on,” Red muttered.
“Sorry,” Kit heard Mo say.
The woman snorted out a laugh. “I dealt with Josh Cooper. Nothing surprises me.”
Kit let Red herd him back to the bedroom. “Who’s the old woman?” It was a genuine question, but as they stepped in the bedroom, he received a firm pop to his butt. “Hey.” He rubbed his ass cheek and glowered at Red who scowled right back.
“Her name is Lucinda. She’s taking the other cabin. And keep your voice down. You don’t get to be rude to her. She’s Mo’s guest, just like we are.”
“I wasn’t being rude and I thought I was your prisoner,” Kit muttered.
Red sighed. “You’re not my prisoner, Kit. I just want to keep you alive.”
“Is she in danger too?”
Red hesitated, then he said, “Not now. She was kidnapped and hurt. It’s taking a while for her to recover. CDR suggested the mountains.”
Kit thought his Daddy was underplaying what had happened. The old woman looked as if she’d been to hell and back. Kit couldn’t miss that. He also noticed the bandages on both of her hands. She had to be tough to go through that and survive.
