A Rooster on Tuesdays
Kit was riding like he was born on that bull and I was waiting at the fence like Howdy. Hell, if I had a tail, it'd be waggin' a mile a minute.
"Aw, ain't that cute? Kitten's little buckle bunny's waiting for him," Russ sneers, clamping a hand on my shoulder. "Gonna give him a present if your Kitten comes out a winner, Bunny?"
"You know, Russ," Kit said, coming in and effortlessly removing Russ's arm from my shoulder and drawing me close. "For someone who's straight you sure do think a lot 'bout what John and I do in the bedroom.
"Hey, John. You rode pretty well today too."
I blushed against him, ears coloring pink. "You were better, Kit."
Kit harrumphed, grinning down at me and pressing a quick quick kiss to the top of my head.
"Whatever you say. C'mon let's get some greasy fried fair food. I'm in the mood for a funnel cake dripping with chocolate sauce. What about you?"
I nodded eagerly, squeezing his hand. "Sounds good to me."
As I watched Kit carry the funnel cake that was indeed dripping with chocolate into his RV, it was all I could take to keep from drooling. Kit chuckled warmly and dipped a finger in the warm sauce, pressing it to my lips.
"Want a taste, sweetheart?" he whispered into my ear.
I nodded, opening my mouth and sucking the tip in, swirling my tongue under his nail.
Kit hummed in pleasure, pulling his finger out and ripping off a chunk of funnel cake. "All right, you little minx. Let's eat first, yeah?"
I pouted, grinning at him a little and settling down next to him. "Oh all right. And after?"
"John, I swear, if you manage to distract me from my well-earned funnel cake, you're not gettin' any for a week." Kit laughed at the end, his gray eyes sparkling with amusement. He pauses before continuing. "Now hush."
I opened my mouth to speak but before I could a nice chocolate soaked hunk of funnel cake was shoved into my mouth. "Mmmf!"