Kit growled but Red ignored him. This was his rodeo, and he was going to reduce his boy to a boneless, quivering mess before he buried himself deep and loved him, inside and out.
Red wasballs deep in Kit when his boy whispered, “It’s so different.”
He pushed back a sweaty strand of hair from Kit’s forehead. There was wonder in those pretty gray eyes, along with his dazed, hungry look. “What is, sweetheart?”
“Making love to someone.”
Kit bit his lip, as if he were worried Red was going to make fun of him. But Red would never do that to his boy.
“You’ve not done this before.” Red knew it but Kit needed to know it too.
“Not with someone I cared about. They were all just to scratch an itch.”
“I get it. You’re restless.”
“All the time,” Kit confessed. His cheeks were flushed, his tone still hesitant. “I’m only relaxed after fucking.”
Red dropped a kiss on Kit’s mouth. “We’ll find a way to work out your energy.”
“Can you do that?”
Red pulled out of Kit almost to the rim. Kit whimpered. “I think we can find a way.”
The bedroom wasquiet apart from their soft breathing. Sweat and cum had dried on their skin as they lay snuggled into each other.
“I chose the cobra as a warning, a guard to keep men away from me if I didn’t want them to touch me.” Kit’s confession dropped into the calm.
Red bit back a contented yawn. He hadn’t even been sure Kit was awake. They’d fucked until they were both exhausted. He idly wondered if he’d need pills to keep up with his boy.
He knew the snake had meaning for Kit but hadn’t wanted to pry. “Did it work?”
Kit gave a wry chuckle. “No. It acted like a beacon. Guys couldn’t wait to get their tongues all over me. Next time I’ll listen to the tattooist.”
“There isn’t going to be a next time,” Red said. He spoke instinctively, his voice a snap between them.
The sudden silence stretched out before Kit replied, his tone icy, “Are you saying you don’t want me to get any more tattoos? Because my body, my choice.”
Red furrowed his brow at Kit’s sudden anger. It was a reminder he needed to take more care in dealing with his feistyboy. “I mean there won’t be any more guys. It’s you and me. Exclusive.”
Kit’s eyes went wide, then he relaxed. “Okay, okay. I can live with that one.”
Worried now, Red rolled over to face him. “You don’t want that? You don’t want it to be just us?”
“I do want that.” Kit’s cheeks were flushed, but his eyes were sparkling. He took a couple of deep breaths. “I thought you were ordering me not to have any more tattoos or piercings.”
“Your body, your choice. Like you said,” Red pointed out. “But I’m a one-boy Daddy. I don’t share.”
“I remember. And that’s what I want too. You and me. Exclusive.” Kit kissed Red’s lips. “It’s my teenage crush made real.”
“Dreams do come true,” Red agreed.
Kit rolled on top of him. “They certainly do, Daddy.”
And that little growl? That woke Red right up. He didn’t need any pills.
Chapter Twenty
RED
