Chapter 41: Well done.
Kit inhaled the smell of steaks, and his stomach rumbled.
Caught for the third time.
"Howdy," Gunner said to the grill. "Ya know ya have the habit of starin' at me when I've got my back turned. Are ya checkin' out my ass?"
"No."
"Liar." Gunner turned in time to see Kit blush, and he couldn't help but chuckle. How did Gunner do that? This southern caretaker equally made him awkward and made him laugh.
"How do you want yer meat, darlin'?" Gunner scanned him looking genuinely interested in his answer.
"Meat?" Kit's mind hit the gutter so hard that mud splattered. He wanted his meat hard, hot, and making him scream. His eyes dropped to Gunner's crotch. "I…"
"I think I just heard your d**k get hard." Gunner laughed.
"No," Kit mumbled.
"Liar." Gunner smirked, a
