“My only concern is you.”
Those pesky tears prickled Kit’s eyes again. If only that were true.
Kit reached out to him, then let his hand fall on the covers. Red was his bodyguard, not his Daddy. Kit needed to keep telling himself that.
He closed his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time and let himself drift off to sleep in time with Red’s breathing. He thought he felt that elusive caress of his hair again, but he might have been dreaming that.
Chapter Eleven
RED
Red had issues.Or rather one large issue, currently pinning him to the bed.
At some point, Kit had thrown back the covers and made himself comfortable over Red, one arm and one leg pinning Red to the mattress. He was soft and warm, and his morning wood pressed into Red’s hip. Red was trying hard not to think about that. He was just as hard, for other reasons.
Overheated with a Kit blanket and chilled where he was exposed, Red needed at least some cover. He reached down with his free hand and managed to snag one of the blankets, tugging it up and over them.
Kit made a soft grumbling sound and snuggled against him, pulling the blanket higher. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Red froze, but Kit didn’t wake, just sighing and his breathing deepened. Red was in so much trouble.
He stared into the darkness. Without a window, he had no idea if it was daylight yet. He was glad of the peace and quiet. It was the first moment he’d had to think in the past few days.
He was in turmoil, conflicted between his desire not to get involved, to protect himself from heartache, and having Kit in his arms, a boy who needed him, a Daddy, not just a bodyguard.
He’d stayed away from the Daddy community for so long, since Davie had left him, and he still wasn’t sure he wanted to be dragged back into it. They were, without doubt, the biggest bunch of gossips and nosy bastards he’d ever met. And that was just the boys. The Daddies were even worse. When he’d walked into the conference room and seen Quinn Ryder and Craig Booker eyeing him curiously, he should have turned on his heel and walked out. He should have run. Yeah, he didn’t want to work for Davie, but there were other cities, other security firms.
Now he was pinned to the bed by a sweet boy. No, sweet was the last word to describe Kit. Chaotic, yes. Needy, definitely. But not sweet. Just the kind of boy Red loved. Davie had been the same at first, but years of working in the security industry had hardened him. He wasn’t Red’s type now, but taking orders from his former boy was the last thing Red wanted to do.
And that’s why he should back away from this assignment. Other cities, remember? Red needed to protect his heart from being broken again.
“You’re thinking too hard,” Kit mumbled against his chest. “You woke me up with your thoughts.”
Red snorted. “What am I thinking?”
“You’re freaking out about being in bed with me and wondering whether you can run away.”
Red opened his mouth to deny it but closed it again without uttering a word. Kit was right, dammit.
Kit raised his head, resting his chin on Red’s chest. “Don’t run away.”
“Is that an order?”
Kit was silent for a moment. “A request…with a little bit of order thrown in.”
Red grunted and Kit laughed, rolling off Red who took a deep breath.
“What time is it?” Kit asked.
Now he was free, Red reached for his phone, blinking a little as the screen lit up. “It’s just after seven.”
Kit groaned. “It’s the middle of the night.”
“It’s nearly lunchtime,” Red teased.
“Just because you get up at dark o’clock, doesn’t mean the rest of us do.”
“I work and sleep all hours, kid.”
