Page 25 of A Daddy for Christmas 2: Kitt

“What about you?”

He gave me a mean smile and started into the bathroom and stopped, looking down at his cell phone.

“Don’t even think about messing with my phone. Do you understand?”

“Who, me?”

He shook his head, picked up his cell phone to take it in the bathroom with him and closed the door firmly behind him. I started to ease out of bed and the door flew open again.

“I forgot to lock you down.” He smirked in my face as he pulled out the handcuffs and cuffed me to the headboard.

Then he went into the bathroom and took his shower.

He was out again after about ten minutes and let me go so I could get a shower too. Afterward, I felt better and more energized. After I shaved and brushed my teeth, I felt good as new and a little frisky. Just the thought of Rio stretched out on that bed got me going a little. But when I came out, he was already half asleep.

To tell the truth, I was a little sleepy too, though I’d never admit it. I sat beside him on the bed and admired the view of his long, muscular body. Then I eased his phone off the side table and downloaded another Christmas song as his ringtone—Smoky Mountain Christmas by Dolly.

After that I was bored and decided to see if he might want to play a little.

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Rio

The gorgeous little jerk winked at me as he got in bed, waking me up. Then he got on his knees and pushed down the sweatpants that were already hanging obscenely low on his slim hips.

“I get hot if I’m wearing clothes in bed. You don’t mind if I take these off, do you?”

He’d glanced over at me with a little smirk as he slid his sweatpants off and lay down, stroking one hand slowly over his rigid cock. A naked, aroused Kitt was far too great a temptation for any sane man to resist, so I didn’t try for too long. My gaze roved over that delectable body, and he looked right at me and winked again.

“It’s getting late. Ready to turn off the light? Or…are you ready for something else?”

I contemplated several courses of action. The first and foremost one was to fling off my own sweats, push him down on his back, throw his legs up in the air and show him just how ready I was. But I knew that would only cause complications that I didn’t need.

I still had to do something about him. And that plan was firm. But this wasn’t the time yet. And if I kept telling myself that, I might just make myself believe it.

Determinedly, I turned over away from him and spoke to him over my shoulder. “Turn the lamp off and stop fooling around. I have a long drive ahead of me tomorrow.”

He sighed dramatically and did as I asked, flopping down on the bed beside me. I was hyper-aware of every move he made, and I thought I’d never get to sleep. And sure enough, all I could seem to do was toss and turn, far too aware of him lying so close that I could literally reach out and touch him.

A lot of guys who used to be in the military like I had been back in the day actually had the ability to fall asleep quickly. In the barracks, with guys snoring all around you, on the back of a transport truck, in the belly of an old C-130 or in a rack on a ship at sea, it didn’t much matter. Any chance to get some sleep was one you had to take. I’d certainly been in those situations, and I usually had that ability too. But being aroused always kept me awake, damn it. And considering how aroused I was at the moment, I was probably not going to be able to sleep much tonight. Or for the next week if I was still with him.

I had once lived for four months in a mud covered building in a Combat Outpost or COP in Afghanistan. It started out abandoned and cold with no reliable electricity or water and pretty much stayed that way the whole fucking time I lived there. There weren’t any amenities or time to create any, as my unit spent almost all of its time patrolling the hills that loomed all around us. COP Hamilton, as it was called, was miserable the whole damn time we were there, but those times paled in comparison to this torture.

All I could think about was rolling over and settling between those pretty white thighs of his or throwing those legs over his head and eating him out like a peach.

At some point, I fell asleep out of sheer frustration. When I jerked awake out of a confused dream about gangs and shootings and trying to get to Kitt and not being able to, I was startled and fumbled for my phone to see what time it was. Three o’clock—an obscene hour of the morning and way too fucking early to be awake. It brought back bad memories of my time in Afghanistan. I used to wake up often back then in the middle of the night and lay there listening to the sounds around me. There was always some kind of racket—guys tossing and turning in their sleep, snoring or cursing or groaning softly. Far off soundsof shooting sometimes and sometimes not so far off. I don’t think I ever got a good night’s sleep the entire time I was there.

I cursed softly and fell back down on the bed, tossing around and turning over a few times to try and get comfortable on the mattress that was a little too soft for my tastes. From beside me came a quiet, husky voice.

“What’s the matter?”

I looked over at Kitt, noticing how those damn pretty eyes of his glittered at me in the dark. “Can’t get comfortable. Go back to sleep.”

“It’s hard to sleep when you’re tumbling around over there like clothes in a dryer.” He leaned up on one elbow. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s nothing. Just restless, I guess. Maybe if you put on some clothes, it would help.”

He smiled an evil little smile. “Oh? Does my being naked over here make you uncomfortable?”

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