I smirked and shook my butt at him.
“Good cat, cleaning up your own mess. My cousin used to own a cat, he said they were always cleaner than dogs. Now I understand.” He chuckled and rose to his feet. “Come on, kitty. Maybe I should get you a leash.”
I hissed and glared at him.
“Or not.” He shook his head, a mischievous smile on his wide mouth. Tilting his head, he moved toward the hallway that I remembered had led to the stairs when I first came in, and after a pout, I followed him. He went up the stairs, but I was always ready for a challenge, so I did my best to pad after him. He veered into the first door on the left, and I made my way in there as well, taking in the large room with big windows that would let in a lot of light during the day. Right now the deep red curtains were closed, blocking the world out, and I appreciated it. While I wasn’t ashamed of what I did, I also didn’t think it was anyone else’s business.
The bed had to be king-sized at least, with black covers that had silver swirls over the top. The wooden frame was thick and sturdy, which made it the kind of bed I’d always preferred. Nearby was an armoire made from the same wood as the bed, and on the far wall was a wide-screen TV. I wasn’t a fan. As far as I was concerned, TVs were a distraction, especially in the bedroom.
Sniffing in disdain, I crawled toward the bed and raised my body onto it, which was a bit of a struggle because it was high off the ground. Brad came over and gave me a boost, though, and I wiggled my butt at him in thanks before I curled up in a ball on the firm mattress. He laughed and took off his shirt, giving me the perfect view of his sculpted stomach and wide shoulders. Not overly muscular, but he obviously had the kind of body a man got from doing some sort of workout.
Thunder rumbled overhead and I froze. I’d forgotten it’d been storming outside. Lightning lit up the room even through the curtains, and I glanced unhappily at the window.
Brad threw back the covers and slid under them, smiling at me. “You’re welcome to join me under here if you want. I know the storm is scary, kitty.”
I thought about it, frowning at the spot he patted, before I sighed and padded toward him. He kept the blankets back for me, and when I curled up in a ball beside him, he covered me with them.
“Get some sleep, Harley cat. I’ll make you breakfast.”
I purred in appreciation.
“Oh, hell. It’s been a while. I almost forgot. Your tail,” he reminded me just as I closed my eyes. I shrugged, knowing full well I’d be upset if my fluffy tail got ruined while I slept, but too tired from coming to care. He let out a small soothing sound, and I gasped when his hands lightly touched my ass.
I growled, but didn’t move.
He eased his fingers between my asscheeks and the next thing I knew, the plug was being worked carefully from my body. He wasted no time and slid from under the blankets without pulling them from me. My orgasm drugged brain registered the sound of water running in a different room. Not long later Brad was back and his soothing fingers combing through my hair lulled me to sleep.
The most wonderful smell in the world—I didn’t know what it was—aroused me awake. Blinking, I shifted the blankets off my nicely warmed and still-naked body and crawled from the bed. Even sleep couldn’t stop me from staying in my cat frame of mind, and it didn’t help when the smell of food ignited the feline inside me. My ears had fallen off at some point during the night, but I found them wrapped up in the blankets, so I grabbed them before I followed the scent down the stairs, back along a hallway, through a dining room, and then into the kitchen.
Brad stood beside the shiny black stove in nothing but those shorts he wore last night. The strong lines of his back made me lick my lips, and I meowed to let him know I was awake.
He startled and turned toward me, smiling wide. “Hey, kitty, I see you’re still in cat mode. Did you want something to eat? I’m cooking bacon.”
I meowed again and wiggled my butt, shifting farther into the room and glancing around the kitchen. There was no pet bowl that I could see.
“Oh, hang on.” He set down the spatula and hustled to the wall cupboards, yanking one of them open and pushing himself to his tiptoes. Something rattled in there as he scoured for whatever he was looking for. Making a noise of triumph, he presented me with a blue bowl that had me pouting.
“Do you not like blue?” he asked.
I looked away.
“Oh, kitty, I’m sorry. How about this—it’s Sunday. I don’t work today. We can go get you some new toys and stuff from the pet store. I only have the wand I brought home with me from Black Out.”
I purred and prowled toward him, rubbing my cheek against his leg before doing the same thing with my ass.
He laughed, and the melodic sound caused a tremble to work its way down my spine.
“I’ll get you whatever you need.”
I meowed and glanced up at the stove. From the floor, I couldn’t see what the bacon looked like in that frying pan, but my stomach growled in appreciation of the tantalizing aroma. Brad moved beside me, scratching my scalp before he put the bowl beside the stove. He worked above me and I watched him, unable to look away from how his muscles moved in his back and arms. His ass was perfect in those shorts, too, muscular as the rest of him, and I couldn’t resist bumping my head against it.
Brad flicked off the knob for the burner and grabbed a set of tongs. From here, I could see him put some bacon pieces on two different plates. Toast popped and he added that too. “The food is too hot for the bowl. We’ll only feed you cool food in the one we buy you,” he said, but it sounded like he was talking more to himself than me. It also sounded like he intended for me to have another meal here. He turned and set one of the plates on the ground near the table and I walked over to it, sniffing at the bacon and the toast. He set a knife and fork on the ceramic plate, too.
“You can’t nibble these with your pretty kitty lips. You need silverware.” He slid his fingers down my spine and I purred. Taking a seat at the table, he rested his chin on his hand, gaze fully on me as though he wanted to see me eat first.
I hesitated before grabbing the knife and fork and placing some bacon on the toast. I ate carefully to not burn my mouth, and when I’d eaten half of what was on my plate, Brad finally turned back to his own. We ate our breakfast in silence, but I didn’t miss the way he kept glancing at me, and the attention made me chirp, which in turn made him chuckle. It was all very domestic, and the thought reminded me that I’d only met him for the first time last night. Who was Brad Widstrom?
I closed my eyes and centered myself. As much as I didn’t want to bring out the human side of me, I knew we needed to talk. Forcing myself to my feet, I noticed him watching me carefully as I walked from the kitchen toward the laundry room I’d discovered last night. My clothes were already folded neatly on top of the dryer.
