Page 11 of Awakening His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #17)

Chapter 11

Izzy

My arm is throbbing in pain, and my eyes are watering as I start to cry.

It hurts so bad.

Joe comes running in and sits down, taking my good hand in his. “Hey, it’s okay, baby. Tell me what’s wrong. Are you in pain, hungry? Is your tummy upset?”

“Hurts.” I hold up my rainbow cast. Even in the dark, it looks pretty.

“I’m sorry, baby, but you can’t have any more painkillers yet.”

“But it hurts.”

His large hand goes to my back and gently rubs. “I know, but too much pain meds will make you sick and could possibly even kill you.”

“Good,” I grump. “Then I won’t feel this pain anymore.”

“Dramatic much?” He kisses my head and gets up. “Let me go get the sheet that talks about pain management.”

I whine and toss and turn after he leaves.

“This sucks donkey balls. Who knew a broken bone would hurt so bad?”

“Everyone who’s ever broken a bone knows it sucks donkey balls.” He chuckles.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to say it out loud.”

“It’s okay. Here. The sheet said you could take ibuprofen too.”

He hands me some water, and I swallow the pills before flopping back onto the bed.

“Still hurts.”

He laughs as he tucks me back into the blankets. “It takes time to work.”

“But…”

“How about I tell you about the time I broke my collarbone?”

“Yes, please. But it won’t make me forget about the pain.”

He full-out laughs now. “You’re being a brat.”

“Are you going to spank me?”

“Only if you deserve it—” I open my mouth to say something else bratty, but he cuts me off. “When you’re feeling better.”

I think about getting a spanking, and while my mind likes the idea, my dick doesn’t even react. If he doesn’t stand up for a spanking? I must really be in pain. “I’ll be good, for now.”

Joe shakes his head. “Okay, so I was playing football in the yard with some other kids. I was tackled and broke my collarbone.” He pauses, but then doesn’t continue.

“That’s it?”

“Yep.”

“That wasn’t a very good story,” I grumble.

“I guess not. How about I tell you how Leo broke his arm?”

“He broke his arm? That must have been a very long time ago.” We’ve been friends since we were ten when I moved into the house next to theirs.

“Yeah, I want to say he was like five or six, and he was playing on the jungle gym in our backyard.”

“Jungle gyms are super dangerous,” I agree.

“Back in my day, they used to be made of rusty metal poles.”

“They were not!” I know that’s not true.

“Fine, they weren’t rusty when they were first built, but a mother today would lose her mind if she knew what we played on back then.”

“Anyway.” I try to get him back on track.

“So one of the neighbor’s kids was showing off by doing flips over the bars. Leo decides he wants to try it too. He doesn’t make it all the over and instead twists his arm, and then his legs drag him over and the bone in his left arm snaps.”

“Ouch.”

“Yep.”

I yawn.

“Did I distract you enough?”

“Distract me from what?” He nods to my cast. “I want to say it still hurts, and it does, but not as much as before, so your distraction worked.”

“Good, now how can I distract you to sleep?”

I can think of lots of ways.

“I’m good, and I’m sorry I woke you.”

“It’s no trouble. Call me if you need anything.” He yawns and brushes his fingers through my hair. I don’t think he even realizes how much he’s been touching me today. Fingers crossed he won’t stop tomorrow. “Get some more sleep. You need it.”

I wake up, and I really have to pee.

I wrap myself in my new kitty blanket and reach out to open the door with my left hand.

Stupid broken arm.

I run quick to the bathroom, but the shower is running. Joe is in there, all wet and naked. I bet his hair is all dark and manly.

No, no time for erections. I’m about to knock and tell him it’s an emergency, but then I hear him talking.

“Come on, you son of a bitch,” Joe grumbles. “Just a little more. That’s all I’m asking for.” Did Joe just swear? He never swears. Ever. “Goddamn it! Come on, I can’t squeeze any harder.”

Is he jerking off?

“Just a few drops.”

He’s trying to milk himself! I knew I smelled it when I pressed my face into his chest while we were watching the movie.

Okay, now how do I get him get him to let me suck him?

Oh no! I bet he doesn’t have his pump!

I bet that’s why he’s in there right now, probably hurting his poor nipples…

OMG! It’s all my fault! He was in such a hurry to come and see me he didn’t think to grab it, and now with all the snow, he won’t be able to leave to get it!

I’m a terrible person.

But I could help him with his problem.

He’s probably really shy about it.

Maybe the more direct approach would be the best way to go.

I could just ask him instead of beating around the bush.

Ha, bush.

The shower turns off, and I hear Joe heave an exasperated sigh.

Shit! I run to the living room but stop running when my stitches pull. My arm is the part that hurts the most, so I kind of forgot about my shoulder. I smile when I see the roaring fire in the hearth. Joe must have stoked it before he got in the shower.

I stumble to the couch and notice it’s still snowing. The snow is halfway up the back patio door and swirling in the wind. It’s a whiteout, and I might be a tiny bit worried. Leo said he stocked the cabin, but what if the power goes out? What about heat? Will we freeze to death? I suppose we could huddle together for warmth. That idea doesn’t sound so bad.

I gasp and clutch my heart as a large, rough hand lands on my shoulder.

“You should still be in bed,” Joe says softly.

I turn to him and damn, he looks hot. His damp hair looks artfully messy, and his skin is flushed from the warm water. He’s wearing a tight black tee and buffalo-plaid pajama pants.

“You look like you should be in one of my Christmas movies.” I’m practically drooling over him.

He chuckles. “This would make a pretty good story. You got hurt. I came to rescue you, and we got snowed in.” He nods to the windows.

“Yeah, but I won’t get the guy in the end.” I huff, but then turn serious. “Will we be okay? It’s a lot of snow.”

“We’ll be fine. There’s plenty of food, firewood, and candles. I should warn you though, the power will probably go out at some point.”

“Really? And we’ll still be okay?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

“You shouldn’t keep saying Daddy things if you don’t want to be my Daddy.”

“Maybe you could tell me later about what being a Daddy means.” My mouth opens, and a million things are going to come tumbling out, but he puts his finger up to my lips. It’s rough and warm and my tongue darts out to lick it. His eyes flare with what looks like desire.

He tastes so clean, and it’s so nice until he takes it away. I pout, and he chuckles.

“I think you’re due for more meds and?—”

“Wait.”

I run into the bathroom and struggle to get my stupid boxers down.

When did I take my pants off? Did Joe undress me?

Did he see my dick?

Did he like the look of it?

No, I’m peeing right now. No hard-ons.

I finish going potty, and I work to get my boxers back up. Then I look at the sink and realize I can’t wash my hands, or brush my teeth, and how am I supposed to shower?

I sit on the floor in a huff.

There’s a quiet knock on the door. “Can I come in?”

“Yes.” Tears are running down my face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do anything with this stupid cast.” I flop down on to the cold tile floor. “I can’t even wash my hands.”

“I’m here to help you.”

“It’s not fair.” I pout and lie face down on the floor.

“I don’t think lying on the cold floor is a good idea.”

“Feels nice,” I grumble, and he chuckles.

“Come on, up you go.” I flop onto my back to help him, which causes my hand to knock into the vanity.

“Owwww!” I scream in pain. That fucking hurt.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I hit my cast.”

He smiles and bends down to help me up. “Come on you.” I whine and flop like a limp noodle. “Let’s wash your hands and get you back to bed.”

“No, TV.” I pout.

“I suppose, but you need to take it easy.”

I nod.

Joe looks around the bathroom with a puzzled look on his face.

“I think hand sanitizer would be best, but I don’t have any here, so I’ll help you.”

He lathers up his hands with warm water and washes my right hand between his before gently scrubbing the tips of my left.

“I love how rough your hands are.” They would feel so nice against my skin.

“Years of hard work.” He gives me a half smile, and I melt. “You’ll get there, kid.” Then he dries my hand, and I yawn.

“What time is it?” I ask.

“Probably around six.”

This is a good opening to ask about his problem.

“What are you doing up so early?”

“I was having trouble sleeping.”

“So you thought you’d jump in the shower to relax?” He nods. “Did it help?”

“Not really.” I want to push, but I’m in no place to help him now. “Come on. I’ll turn on the TV and get you some pills.”

“Can you help me get dressed first?”

“No, Izzy.” I think he’s going to give me the “that’s inappropriate talk,” but he stops when he remembers that I really will need his help. “Okay.”

I’m hit with the hospital smell right away when we enter the guest room.

“I don’t like that smell. It makes my tummy upset.”

“I agree. It’s strong. You can wear some of Leo’s clothes until I can wash yours. Okay?”

I nod.

As long as I don’t have to wear his panties. They’re pretty, but too tight. I’m not much taller than Leo, but I’m definitely thicker than him.

I wonder if Joe would like me in them.

“Here’s some sweats, and how about a hoodie over the sling?”

“I suppose. Since I need to wear this stupid thing for the rest of the day.”

“The week,” he corrects, and I roll my eyes. “Don’t be a brat,” he scolds.

“Yes, Daddy,” I purr.

“Why am I Daddy?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you see me as Daddy?” I look down and blush as he pulls a hoodie gently over my head.

“Cause you’re big and strong and you always try to take care of me even if Leo doesn’t want you to.”

“He’s just looking out for you.”

“Yeah, but he thinks roles are limited to the bedroom, and outside it’s kind of, I don’t know, maybe too co-dependent in his eyes. Or he can’t imagine anyone wanting to let go like that.” I shrug. “He likes to look out for me, but it’s hard for him to let anyone else do it because he doesn’t want me to get hurt.”

“Leo is fiercely independent. He gets that from me, but he’s also very selfish. He gets that from his mom.”

“He’s not selfish.” I try to defend my best friend, but it’s probably true.

“Not always in a bad way. When he wants to do something, there isn’t much that can deter him. But more than that, he likes his independence. People and pets can take that away.”

“I suppose. But he tries to take care of you and me. Huhhhhhh! He’s a Daddy too!”

Joe shrugs. “You would know better than me.” He holds out the sweats for me to step into.

“See, you’re being a Daddy right now.”

“I’m just helping you cause you have a broken arm.”

“No, you’re not,” I tease. “I mean, maybe with getting me dressed, but you always want to take care of me.”

“I’ll admit, I do like taking care of people.” He stands now and kisses my head. “Come on.”

He leads me to the couch and wraps me in my blanket like I’m a nun before he turns on the TV.

“Oh yes. Christmas movies! Leo said he downloaded a bunch into the offline queue.”

“Fine,” he grumps, “but only because you’re hurt.” He kisses the top of my head and walks to the kitchen. “I’m going to make you toast.”

“My tummy is still upset.”

“You can try a piece of toast and see how you feel after.”

“Fine,” I huff.

When he comes back to the living room, he’s got a glass of water and two pills waiting for me, which I swallow gratefully.

Best Daddy ever.