Page 23 of Awakening His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #17)

Chapter 23

Izzy

What if I lose my best friend? What if he can’t forgive me?

What if Leo can’t forgive his dad?

That would be awful. I can’t come between them.

“Don’t worry. It’s just like you said. Give him time.”

“But what if?—”

“I have an idea.”

“What?” I sniffle and lift my head.

“Come with me to the kitchen.”

Daddy starts pulling out ingredients. “Let’s make his favorite Christmas cookies.”

“Ginger snaps?”

“Yep, maybe the smell will lure him out.”

“And some hot cocoa?”

“Great idea.”

The cookies are almost done when Leo finally comes out of his room carrying Winter.

“Smells good.”

“Your favorite,” Daddy says.

There’s an awkward pause.

“Look, um, I don’t want to lose either of you, and if you’re dating, I’m worried that could happen.”

“I understand, but I’m serious about Izzy.”

“How serious, because I will cut your balls off if you hurt him,” Leo threatens.

I snort a laugh, and Leo puts Winter on the ground.

“Same goes for you. You hurt my dad and your balls are forfeit.”

Whit comes into the kitchen, and I turn to him.

“If you hurt my Leo, I will cut your balls off.”

“What did I miss?” Whit seems confused.

“We’ve moved to the ‘if you hurt him’ phase.” Daddy shrugs.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Leo asks me.

“Yes, he’s my dream Daddy, and has been for longer than you want to know.”

“No way.”

“Getting spanked by Daddy Joe was my go-to fantasy.”

“I can make that happen,” Daddy says.

“Gross!” Leo yells. Whit and Daddy laugh. “But why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I never thought he would want me, and he does. I mean, he really does. Like anytime?—”

“Don’t. What about his problem? Does it bother you?”

“Promise you won’t judge me if I say that I love it.”

“I guess it makes sense having a Daddy who can take care of you in that special way, and you’ve always had an oral fixation. For normal things, like candy and dicks?—”

“Oh, for Christ’s sakes. I’m a member of the Lactin Brotherhood. I just joined, and no, he didn’t tell me.” Whit turns to Joe. “I figured it out.”

“And you were judging me!” I yell.

“No, I was just making sure that you knew about it and were fine with it. Dad’s obviously not going to tell anyone. So, how did you find out?” I open my mouth to answer, but he says. “If you say during sex, I’ll throw up.”

“I had a pretty good idea when I met him at the bar on the night of the Lactin Brotherhood outing.”

“How did you even find out about something like that?”

“Porn and a post,” I say.

“Porn?” Whit gasps.

“Not the brotherhood, but porn in general,” Daddy answers. “There’s a thread about milk bunnies. I’ll send you the link.”

“Milk bunnies?” Whit sounds confused.

“If you even think about letting some skanky milk bunny have my mi?—”

“Finish that sentence and I will tell you about the first time Izzy and I made love.”

“Ugh, god. You couldn’t just say fucked?” Leo sounds seriously grossed out, but I think it’s sweet, so I snuggle close to Daddy’s side, and he kisses the top of my head.

“You’re so sweet, Daddy.”

“Thank you, baby.”

“This is going to take some getting used to,” Leo grumbles. “Now, let’s grab some cookies and watch a movie.”

“Can we finish the one Daddy and I started? I really want to know if Santa stops the bad guys.”

“He was kicking a ton of ass in the scenes we saw,” Whit says.

“I missed Santa kicking ass?” I pout.

“What the fuck are you guys talking about?” Leo asks.

“Come on, you can help me start it while they get us cookies.” I grab his arm.

“Whit is not my Daddy. Now, why don’t you two go settle in and we’ll bring you some cookies and milk?”

“Warm milk?” I give them a cheeky grin.

“Later, baby.”

“Again, gross,” Leo whines.

I bounce over and grab Whit’s arm. “You want to hear some embarrassing stories about Leo?”

“I would like that, if that’s okay?” he asks Leo.

“I’m not ashamed of anything I’ve ever done.”

“What about the time you got arrested for?—”

“You got arrested?!” Daddy yells, and I cackle all the way to the living room. “So I know you haven’t been together long and I don’t want to pressure you, but Leo doesn’t date, so you must be very special.” We sit down.

“I’m glad because I care about him a lot. I’ve never met anyone like him.”

“No one has.” I laugh.

“He’s funny, but serious, hella smart, and sexy AF.”

“You’re okay with his preferences?”

Whit’s cheeks are covered in a short ruddy beard, but I can still see his blush.

“I am, and it’s not a problem.” He looks down, so I place a hand on his arm.

“Sorry, Leo and I share a lot, so I may already know how big your dick is.”

“Izzy!” Daddy snaps. “No talking about dicks other than mine.” Then he grabs me and pulls me back to the couch I was just riding his dick on.

“No talking about dicks at all,” Leo adds and then looks at us. “Were you just fucking on that couch?”

“No,” Daddy says.

“I’m serious.”

“No.”

“Fine. Were you making love on that couch? Ugh, gag.”

“No, we were just watching this very violent movie.”

“Yeah, now shush so we can watch it,” Whit says.

Leo turns slowly to him. “Did you just shush me?”

“Sorry, Daddy,” he whispers, but we all heard him.

“Ha! I knew it!” I point. “You are a Daddy.”

“I guess it just took the right boys to get us to see it.” Leo sits down and pulls Whit, who is at least twice his size, onto his lap.

“Good idea.” Daddy pulls me into his. “Now shush.”

The opening credits are barely over when Daddy pulls the blanket over us. It’s about ten more minutes before his hand is on my dick, but that’s no surprise. He loves to hold it.

Pretty soon it’s in my pants. His warm palm wraps around me and squeezes my dick. I want to tell him to stop because his son is right freaking there, but it always feels so good.

I lean back and whisper in Daddy’s ear, “My ass is still all loose and wet from earlier.”

“Good Lord,” he groans.

“Your hands better not be on his dick,” Leo mutters.

“Oh yeah, and where are your hands?” I ask, and Leo glares. “And why is your boy panting?”

“Maybe we should take a break to put our pajamas on,” Daddy suggests.

“Good idea,” Leo agrees. I start to get up. “Wait! Let us leave first. I don’t need to see your hard-ons.”

“Like we want to see yours?” Daddy says.

“Then don’t look,” Leo sasses.

“I want to see,” I say.

“That’s enough.” Daddy gets up and leads me to the bedroom.

“I didn’t really want to— Umph” My words are cut off by Daddy’s mouth as he pulls me in tight.

“I’ve been waiting to finish what we started.” Hell yeah. “You were so naughty, boy. Teasing Daddy, telling me all about your wet hole.”

He backs me onto the bed, and I fall onto my back. He rips my pants and boxers down, squirts a big glob of lube on his dick, and then he’s pressing into my hole relentlessly. I’m still loose but not too loose, and I get the delicious burn I love so much.

“Oh yes, Daddy, give it to me.”

“Yeah, you like this fat dick?”

“So, so, so much.” I gasp when he glides across my special spot. “It hits me so good, I can’t last.”

“Don’t hold back, baby. Let me have your load.” He moves my shirt out of the way.

When his rough, calloused fingers wrap around my dick, it’s over, and I give him exactly what he wants.

“Good boy, good boy.”

He throws my legs over his shoulders, and his fingers tighten on my hips so he can really pound into me now.

I love it.

The sensitive bundle of nerves inside me protests the rough treatment, but my dick spurts again.

He pulls out before he finishes and shoots his load all over my chest. I mix his cum together with mine like it’s the best body lotion ever. Once he stops jerking himself, he leans down and licks our cum off my stomach.

“God, we taste so good together.” His tongue moves between the grooves of my abs, and it tickles.

“I want a taste too.” He scoops some onto his fingers and feeds it to me.

“You are so sexy. I’m going to need another round if we keep this up.”

“We better hurry before Leo starts yelling,” I advise.

“You’re right.”

Daddy wipes me with a warm washcloth and pulls my pants back on.

“Hey, hurry up, old man,” Leo shouts, and Daddy grumbles. “If you need directions on how to find?—”

“We’re fine,” he answers, and I giggle.

“Oh, he knows how to find it. He’s so good at it,” I yell back, and Leo sings.

“Lalalalala, I can’t hear you.”

“Real mature,” Daddy teases.

“Come on, let’s finish this thing. I want to see if Santa dies in the end,” Leo complains.

“Santa can’t die!” Whit and I gasp.