“Good.” He stroked down my jaw and I leaned into his touch, eyes slipping closed. I let out a purr. “Are you sure you’re okay with me helping Kwan?”
I opened my eyes, hesitated, but nodded. “As long as he doesn’t go into the den. That’s my room.” I didn’t know where the demand came from. It wasn’t my right to claim that room as my own.
Brad smiled anyway and laughed. “Sounds fair to me, kitty. Come on, let’s watch a movie in my bed. I’d like to pet you for a while, and then we’ll eat something.”
I got into bed with him and buried myself into his chest again. He felt warm, and like a comfort I’d never really had before, and I liked it. I wondered how long this dog would be here, though. I hated mutts, and I hated that I felt guilt over how I had reacted. As long as he didn’t try to steal away my Master, we’d get along… maybe.
9
The sound of rhythmic music, like a little bell, from somewhere far away in the house woke me, and then I realized it was a cat toy I was hearing and smiled before I even cracked my eyelids. Sun warmed my face. Harley must have opened the bedroom curtains, and the window I normally kept open wide was shut for some reason, which was odd, but I shrugged it off. It had been a while since I had someone who felt comfortable enough to move things around in my space, and I sort of enjoyed the little signs that he’d been up and about at…. I glanced at my trusty old alarm clock on my nightstand and sighed. Was he an early riser?
It was only 7:41 a.m. on a Saturday, and the bold blue numbers on the clockface seemed to be laughing at me. Shaking my head at the excitement that plumped my cock and gave me a body rush simply because Harley was back in the house, I forced myself out of bed, throwing the covers back with gusto. The merry tinkling of the toy continued. I made the bed and then went to the bathroom to drain my bladder. If I took the time to slap on some deodorant and brush my teeth and shave, so what? I wanted to smell good, and I really, really hoped to eventually have my face touching some sensitive spots on my kitty today.
In my bedroom I tugged on a pair of black board shorts and then carefully descended the stairs. The sound of the ball bouncing off something in the den, maybe Harley’s big box, grew louder, and sneaking forward, I grinned. When I reached the room, I stuck my face around the doorway and held in a big laugh. Harley lay on his belly on the floor, and it seemed like maybe his ball had disappeared under the couch, but perhaps he didn’t have enough energy to try to fish it out. He stared sadly after his treasure. For a second, I wondered who was the pet and who was the Master, because I seriously considered going in there to move the couch for him.
“You’re up early.”
He recoiled a bit, his hands coming up to hide his cheeks, then glanced at me and sighed, slowly lowering his hands. He hadn’t put pants on, was still in the jock and T-shirt I’d put on him for bed, and his asscheeks stuck out just enough to be succulent, like an entirely enticing peach I wanted to eat. His dark hair was a sweet mess too.
“Yeah,” he whispered, and blinked lazily at me as he rolled onto his side and then to his back. He took a deep breath and continued staring at me. I slipped into the room quietly, not wanting to disturb his early morning playtime, but unwilling to ignore that come-hither stare any longer. I scooped up a pole toy with a feather on a string from the floor on my way past and sat down on the couch near him, using the feather to tickle his nose. He swatted at it, but the very clear hard-on he had stole my attention. The gray jock struggled to keep him contained. I tickled the feather down his chest and then to his dick, and he flushed an amazingly bright pink and slung his arm over his face.
“Once it’s an hour fit for humans, I’ll text Nicky and let him know we’ll help with Kwan, if you’re still okay with that.”
His mouth twisted into a tiny frown, but he nodded.
“We have a kickball game this afternoon. You’re going to come with me, okay? And then we’ll go with Nicky after and pick him up.”
“ We will?” The acid in his tone could have stripped paint.
“I’ll need your help if we’re… if you’re my kitty, I’ll need you to cooperate with him here, and that’s putting it mildly.” I tapped his belly with the plastic tip of the toy, but he didn’t look at me. “It might be easier if you thought of him as a puppy you’re helping too. You’re helping to show him how to be a good pet in my house.”
“I’m not… I’m not sure what that means yet myself.”
“Funny, you’re doing it perfectly.”
He smirked at that, and I liked the way he lowered his arm and twisted around to gaze at me all smitten kitten .
“I hoped you’d come back.”
Harley rolled onto his stomach and crawled his way up onto the couch. He didn’t stop moving until he was in my lap with that muscled, warm ass of his pressed directly onto my crotch. His excited cock nearly begged me to play with it, or maybe it was the way he rolled his hips a little and pouted that made me think about laying him down and blowing him until he was screaming for more.
“Thought about you a lot this week.”
“Did… did you?” he asked, but I could hear his voice faltering, could tell he’d rather not have to speak. That sleepy, cozy bedroom feeling had followed him onto the couch as if by magic, so I wrapped my arms around him and tugged him closer. He bopped his forehead lightly against my jaw.
“I bought you a present while you were gone, that’s how much I hoped I’d see you again.”
His body went stiff, and then he curled his legs up and slid his hands around the back of my neck. His brown eyes, shocking because I still half expected them to be that feline blue color, searched for the truth while he stared into mine.
“Just for me?” he asked, suspicious, like he was worried I’d bought something for someone else, maybe a puppy? I wanted to laugh so damn bad but didn’t want to be mean. I was wrong. It was me who was smitten with this kitten, and as much as I could tell Kwan would be a sweetheart pup from the very short amount of time I’d spent with him, this right here with Harley was the most fun I’d had in a very long time. My little Harley cat was full of surprises, and that’s what made him the best.
“Do you want to see your present, kitty?”
He lowered his eyelashes and stared at my chest for a few seconds before he gave me such a small nod, I half thought I’d hallucinated it.
“Up. I’ll be right back.”
He didn’t move right away, took his time sliding over and getting himself comfortable on the cushion next to me. I ruffled his hair on my way out of the room and didn’t miss his angry growl and swat, but it was so cute I didn’t care. Grinning to myself, I rushed out the door, and then felt like an idiot. I hadn’t wanted to keep the present where I could see it all the time, in case Harley decided he really was finished with me, so I’d taken it out into the play area I had set up in the barn.
