I chuckle and start off slowly down the road. Leo gasps, and I can feel his nails through my coat.
He starts to relax, but then I really open it up once we hit the main road outside of the city.
Daddy yelps and pulls himself even tighter to me.
“Be careful!” he shouts, and I listen, but just barely. I’m really good at weaving, and going fast is more fun. Plus, the way he wraps himself around me has me warm in all the right places.
The miles zip by as we make our way up to the cabin.
It’s our first vacation in three months, and Daddy is tired. He needs this time off, but it was hard to convince him to leave our babies with Izzy and Joe. Leo’s so attached to Ginger and Hermes that sometimes even I get jealous.
Not really, but I like to tease that they’re more important than me. That usually gets me an “I love you more than them” blowjob and who would say no to that? Although sometimes the cats come in and watch, and that’s weird. Especially when they’re staring down at us from their kitty thrones on the wall.
With Leo around, Winter and her kittens are the most spoiled cats in the history of the world, and they used to worship cats in Egypt.
“The next right turn.” He points to a smaller side road.
I nod and slow down. When I clear the corner, there is nothing but smooth open road in front of us. Daddy would definitely say no if he knew what I was thinking. So I don’t ask, I just hit the gas and burn down the long private road to the cabin.
“Whit! Seriously, slow down.” He says that, but I can hear the joy in his voice and also the concern, so I slow down and finish the drive at a respectable speed.
Well, I think about slowing down, but we’re almost there, so I finish the drive strong but also safely.
The look on Daddy’s face says he might not agree.
Leo gets off the bike first and unbuckles his chin strap. “You are in so much trouble, mister.” He jabs me in the chest, but his eyes are sparkling with laughter.
“I slowed down when you asked.”
“The first time, but not just now.” He rips his helmet off and tries to work his hair into submission. “You need to listen better.” Then he does the hottest thing ever and kisses my helmet where my mouth would be.
I rip it off, hoping for a real kiss, but my helmet catches on my nose, and I flinch.
“Stupid helmet.”
“It keeps that pretty little head of yours safe.” He teases, and I grab him into my arms.
“Little?” I tickle him for a moment before stopping and looking into his eyes. “Did you have fun riding?”
“It was better than I thought it would be.” His voice is casual as he glares at me, daring me to call him out on his lie.
“You loved it.” I smirk, and he laughs.
“Fine, it was fun. I’d be willing to give it a few more tries before I say no for good.”
“That’s the spirit.” I grab his hand and lead him?—
“Wait,” he whispers. “Look.”
I can’t see what he’s pointing at, but when I lower down, I see the rabbit nibbling on some flowers.
“He’s so cute. Can you get a picture?” I whisper back.
“Already did.” He wiggles his phone.
“Thanks.”
Ever since I painted the kitten picture for Izzy, I’ve been painting from reference photos, and I think I’ve gotten really good at it.
