Breathe (Colorado Mountain #4)(178)

I cuddled my kitty to my chest and suggested, “Spock and Kirk?”

“Again, f**k no,” Chace repeated.

“Sam and Dean?” I tried.

He shook his head, still smiling.

My eyes narrowed then I suggested, “Starbuck and Apollo?”

“I thought Starbuck was a girl.”

Jeez, his television experience was seriously narrow. Everyone knew there were two Starbucks.

“She is, in the new version. She’s Dirk Benedict in the old one.”

He lifted his kitty to his face and asked, “What do you think? Starbuck and Apollo?”

The kitty just stared at him.

“Starbuck?” he asked.

The kitty stretched his legs straight down.

“Apollo?” he went on and the kitty put his paw to Chace’s nose.

Chace curled him to his chest and looked at me. “This one’s Apollo. That one’s Starbuck.”

“Works for me,” I whispered.

Chace studied my face.

Then he muttered, “Cats and bubblemint.”

“What?” I asked.

“That does it for you. Cats and bubblemint. You don’t know what to do with pearl earrings but you look so happy you’re about to burst ‘cause of a coupla cats. It doesn’t take much for you.”

“Yes it does,” I contradicted him quietly, he got even closer to me and our kitties started batting at each other with their fluffy paws but I didn’t notice because Chace was all I could see.

“What does it take?” he whispered.

“All that’s you,” I whispered back and suddenly found myself without a cat, Chace didn’t have one either and I knew this because I was over his shoulder and he was prowling down the hall.

“Chace! We need to go to the store, get cat food, litter boxes, litter –”

“Done.”

God, I loved this man.

But I kept trying.

I mean, I had two scrunch faced, fluffy kitties. Sex was awesome but I had kitties!

“We need to let them out so they can explore.”

What I meant was so I could play with them.

I flew through the air, landed on my back in our bed and Chace landed on me.

“They can wait.”

“They’ll get bored in there.”

“Then hurry and show your gratitude.”

Oo, that sounded fun.

So I rounded him in my arms but planted a foot in the bed and rolled him to his back so I was on top.

Then, with my hair hanging down both sides of our faces, I whispered, “I can do that.”

He grinned up at me, his hands pulling my hair gently away and he whispered back, “So do it.”

I smiled down at him.

Then I did it.

* * * * *

One and a half months later

I hit the button on the television remote and looked down at Chace.

“Admit it, you liked it,” I ordered.

We’d just watched the pilot episode of the new Battlestar Galactica.

“Baby, you sucked me off, rode me, forced my assent to watch the f**kin’ thing right before I came then we watched it with you on me in my tee, no panties and my hand on your bare ass. Of course I liked it but I didn’t see it.”

How could a man be annoying and hot at the same time?

“You think Admiral Adama is the bomb,” I pushed.

“Da bomb,” he corrected my street lingo.

“Whatever,” I muttered, then, “Admit you think he’s awesome.”

“Which one was he?”

I slapped his arm and snapped, “Chace!”

He rolled so I was on my back in the couch and he was on me.

Then he gave in. A little.

“It didn’t suck.”

“You liked it,” I decided.

“Let’s just say, you want me to watch more, you gotta use your mouth on me.”

“I do that all the time anyway,” I reminded him and he grinned.

Then he murmured, “Yeah.”

“So, every time we, uh… you know, you have to watch one of my programs.”

“Deal,” he agreed immediately and surprisingly then I would understand why when he added his part of the deal, “You go down on me, you get geek TV. I go down on you, you watch one of my programs.”

My eyes narrowed. “You know Southland freaks me out.”

“That’s because you get too involved with the characters.”

“Sammy is sweet!” I defended myself.

“But he’s not real,” Chace replied. “He got in that car accident, you stopped breathing.”

“I was surprised.”

“Honey, they were in a high speed chase with a pimp shooting at them. How could this be a surprise?”

This was true.

“Do we have a deal?” he pressed.

“So, breaking this down,” I started breaking it down, “essentially, we both watch each other’s shows because we both regularly go down on each other.”

Chace grinned again. “Essentially.”

My hands slid up his tee at the back and my legs moved restlessly as my eyes dropped to his mouth and I whispered, “Right then, time to earn an episode of Southland.”