And as I admired him, my mind flashed back to fucking him so slowly, being as careful as I could while trying not to lose control. He’d felt so damn good, so sweet and so warm, making all the little moans of pleasure. He’d been nervous too, and afterward, he’d gotten a little weepy, but his cloudy skies seemed to have cleared soon after, and we spent the night planning our future here in Promised Land. Kitten wanted to study to become a midwife like Marion, and I wanted to continue as a carpenter, maybe even try my hand at building a house.
Kitten’s eyelids fluttered open to find me staring at him, his favorite stalker. The smile he gave me was prettier than the dawn.
“Good morning,” I said and kissed the tip of his upturned nose.
“Morning,” he replied sleepily, then stretched his arms wide and yawned like a lion.
When he was finished, I drew him back into my embrace and swept the curls from his forehead. “What do you want, sweetness? Anything at all.”
“Blowjob,” he said, rolling onto his back and pulling down the sheet to show me his impressive morning wood. “And breakfast?”
I was determined to give it to him in that order, flexing both my lingual talents and my willingness to choke on his dick. Once he was rumpled and damp from exertion and humming with pleasure, I went downstairs to assemble a quick breakfast, since both of us needed to get to work soon.
“Watcha doing?” Macon asked as I slathered marmalade on a slice of bread.
“What’s it look like I’m doing?”
“How’s Kitten?”
I glanced over at him, suddenly suspicious. “Fine.”
“That’s very sweet of you to make him breakfast,” Macon said.
“Yeah, I know. I’m a sweet guy.”
“Fucking whipped is what you are,” he said with a chortle.
“Fuck off. You do nice shit for Artemis all the time.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty whipped too.”
“Hey, you ever talk to her about what was on your mind when you were tripping balls?”
“Not really,” he said, looking a little down. “I think she’s been avoiding that conversation.”
“That’s kind of messed up.” I tried to stay out of their relationship, generally speaking, but I didn’t want to see the poor guy’s heart get trampled.
“Not everyone is as emotionally available as you, I guess,” Macon said while trying to keep a straight face.
If only that were true. “Kitten forces it out of me. Seriously though, I know she digs you. She’s probably just scared to say the words. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel it.”
“Maybe. Just seems like I’m the one always putting myself out there.”
“She’ll come around.”
“She’d better. I’m charming as hell and fly as fuck.” He puffed out his chest and popped his biceps. “I’m a fucking catch, especially these days with all the eligible bachelors going Rabid.”
“Hell yeah you are,” I said and gave him a fist-bump for good measure.
“So, Kitten let you hit it?” he asked, his expression suddenly sly. How he’d divined that bit of information from our brief exchange, I had no idea.
“Why would you say that?”
“All the moaning and groaning, for one. Also, you seem less grouchy than usual and there’s a definite spring to your step. So, how was it?”
“Fuck off. I amsonot discussing my sex life with you.” I slapped the peanut butter and marmalade sandwich together and started on another one for myself. Part of me wanted to shout from the rooftops that Kitten’s ass was mine, but I didn’t want to be immature about it.
“You’re saying you have a sex life?” Macon snarked.
