Page 24 of Awakening His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #17)

Chapter 24

Joe

“Where the hell is my scarf? I’m sure I wore it here. Right, babe?”

“Yes?” Whit answers. “I think you were wearing a scarf.”

“It’s a thousand-dollar scarf,” Leo whines. “Don’t any of you have any taste?”

“For a thousand-dollar scarf? No,” I say.

“Is it made of gold?” Izzy asks.

“No, silk.”

“Was the silk spun from gold thread?” Whit asks.

“You better watch it. Remember what happens when you sass me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Leo pulls Whit down by his scarf and kisses his nose. “Good. Now I need to borrow a cheap, crappy scarf, Dad.”

“That I have.” I throw him a normal scarf. Just then, Winter comes running into the kitchen meowing up a storm.

“What’s the matter, princess?” Izzy picks her up and baby-talks to her. “You don’t want us to go outside?”

She purrs affectionately but squirms in his arms and runs to Leo when Izzy sets her down. She doesn’t let him pick her up though, she just tries to lead him to the treat bag.

“Spoiled little thing.” Leo feeds her a treat while I wrap Izzy’s cast. I don’t want it to get wet if he plays in the snow. Then we all head outside to decorate the tree that Izzy and I pardoned and found Winter under.

“Damn, Iz. This is a good tree. Why isn’t it inside?”

“Because I didn’t want to kill it.” He looks down shyly.

Leo laughs and pulls him into a hug. “You really are the sweetest boy.”

“I’m glad you didn’t kill it either,” Whit adds.

“You jealous?” Leo gives him a big hug, and it looks so funny because he’s like a foot shorter than him.

“No, but I agree with Izzy. I don’t like to see trees cut down.”

“Some lumberjack you are,” I tease. We all laugh and then get to work decorating the tree.

Izzy doesn’t have a plan for this tree, and he lets everyone put the ornaments and lights however they want.

It’s Christmas Eve, and it doesn’t need to be perfect. It’s just a family decorating a tree.

A family. I know that might be wishful thinking, but Izzy and I are going to be together.

I realized I’ve had feelings for him for years and taking care of him was my way of showing it. They might have started out as platonic, but it’s evolved, and now I get the added bonus of having sex with him.

God, I love having sex with him. His ass is so tight, and his dick is the perfect size for sucking.

I can admit I’m obsessed with it, and I better stop thinking about it or I’ll get a hard-on in front of my son. Although, the other night I was so desperate to finish what Izzy and I had started that I might have pounded into him right there.

Gross, Joe.

New rule. No having sex when your son is in the room.

I snap back to reality when I get hit in the chest with a snowball, and I know exactly who threw it.

“Leo.” He’s hiding behind Whit, and the bigger man blocks him entirely. “I’m not above throwing snowballs at your boy.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Come out and face me like a man.” Then I get hit in the back with a snowball. Izzy giggles and runs to hide behind Whit too.

“I’ll get one, you get the other,” I say to Whit.

He nods and turns to trap Leo, knocking them into the snow. Izzy tries to run from me, but I tackle him into the soft snow.

He begs me for mercy and, of course, I show it to him because he’s my boy. I stare down at him. His cheeks and nose are rosy from the cold, and his eyes are twinkling with mischief. He looks beautiful, so I lean down to kiss him.

“I love you.” The words surprise me when they leave my mouth, but I know they’re true. He smiles widely.

“I love you too, Daddy.” Then he pulls me back down for a sweet kiss.

Our make-out session doesn’t last long because I get pelted with snowballs.

“Oh, it is on.”

Then it’s Izzy and me versus Leo and Whit.

It’s hard to say who wins because we’re all soaked and freezing, but still smiling as we return to the house.

“Let’s get into some dry clothes and I’ll make some hot chocolate before I start working on Christmas Eve dinner.”

“Then we can start our movie marathon.” Izzy cheers, and Leo joins him.

“Do we have to?” I whine.

“You don’t like Christmas movies?” Whit asks.

“I like some, just not the sappy romance stuff they’re going to make us watch.”

“I like those movies too.” Whit blushes.

“That’s because you’re a good boy.” Leo rubs his stomach.

“That makes you a bad Daddy,” Izzy teases.

“You can dress yourself then.”

“No,” he whines and holds up his cast. “I’m still hurt.”

“I’ll get you dressed,” Leo offers, and while I’m sure he’s just trying to get a rise out of me, I still fall into his trap and growl at him.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist.” Leo grins.

“I don’t wear panties,” I grumble.

“Oh right, that’s me.”

I shake my head and pull Izzy down the hall.

“Do you really love me?” he asks.

“I do.”

“Are you worried it’s too fast or new?”

“Are you?” I take off his sweater.

“No, but I’ve loved you forever. I’m just worried, and I don’t want to push you too fast.”

“It’s not too fast.” I take his pants off and trail my hands back up his legs. “Now, is there something I can do to help you realize how much I love you?”

“I don’t need sex to know how much you love me.”

“I know, but loving on your beautiful body is one of my favorite ways to show you.” I take his briefs off, and he cards his finger through my hair.

“You’ve already sucked me off twice today. I don’t know if I can come again so soon.”

“Only one way to find out.” I take him deep into my mouth.

“Dinner is served,” I announce as I come into the living where all three of them are crying. “Seriously?”

“It’s so happy.” Izzy sighs.

I take the remote and turn it off.

“Oh! We need to open the Christmas Eve presents first.” Leo runs to the tree and rummages around before he finds the right ones.

“This is for you two, and this is for you.” He hands us the package that said not to open until Christmas Eve.

Izzy rips into the package and throws the wrapping paper everywhere. He gasps and pulls out an ugly sweater that has kittens playing with yarn balls. Each one is wearing a bell and that’s why the sweater jingles.

Winter comes trotting into the room and lays down in the box that Izzy just opened. She paws lazily at the bells.

“Careful, princess,” Izzy scolds.

“Keep looking. There’s more,” Leo encourages.

I open my box and pull out an ugly Knights sweater. I can’t help but laugh. Who knew they made ugly sweaters of professional football teams?

Whit pulls out a red-and-white ugly sweater that says “Who’s your Daddy?” and there’s a picture of Santa wearing sunglasses.

“There’s one for Winter!” Izzy exclaims and holds out an all-white cape that makes it look like she’s covered in Christmas lights. Winter instantly gets all dramatic and flops to her side, trying to paw the sweater off.

“Oh, come on, pretty girl. You can’t wear it for one picture?” Leo coos, and Winter reaches out to scratch him. “Okay, no pictures.” She then gets up and starts walking backwards, like she can get it off that way.

When her butt hits the wall, I take pity on her and take off the sweater. She then runs out of the room.

“Let’s get these sweaters on and eat,” I say. “I worked hard on dinner.”

Izzy takes off his shirt and pops his sweater on over his bad arm and asks Leo, “Where’s your sweater?”

Leo pulls on one that has different gingerbread men on it and it says “So many men, so little time.”

Izzy laughs. “Good one.”

I finally manage to get everyone in the kitchen after that, and I went all out. I even got out the good china for this event.

“So I made individual beef Wellingtons with mashed potatoes and broccoli, and before anyone complains, yes, you have to eat your broccoli.”

“I’m allergic to broccoli,” Whit says.

“Really?” Leo gives him a look.

“No.” Whit sighs.

“Lying means punishments.” Leo grins.

“Sorry, Daddy.” But he’s not sorry.

Izzy giggles.

“I’ll spank you if you want,” I whisper in his ear, and he blushes.

“Holy shit, this is amazing,” Whit says through a mouthful of food.

“Language,” I scold.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Leo scolds.

“Sorry, but seriously, this is awesome.”

“I agree this might be the second-best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth,” Izzy says.

“What’s the first—oh.” The table laughs as I realize Izzy meant my dick. “Whenever you want it, baby.”

“Right now?” he asks happily.

“No! Put his other meat in your mouth and finish your dinner,” Leo yells. Whit and I laugh.

“Is there anything special you wanted for Christmas this year?” Whit asks Izzy.

“I already got everything I wanted.” He squeezes my hand and looks at me with so much love in his eyes. “Oh, and I also wanted a drone.”

“Me too!”

“Maybe we’ll both get one and we can race!”

The boys chatter excitedly, and I look at Leo, who gives me a subtle nod. That’s good. I think Izzy will like my presents, but I didn’t even know he liked that kind of stuff.

“That was delicious. Now, what’s for dessert?” Leo asks, even though I already told him what my plan was.

“I thought we could make and decorate sugar cookies.”

“Perfect, because we need something to leave out for Santa,” Izzy adds.

“And carrots for the reindeers,” Whit says.

“Reindeer,” Leo gently corrects and wipes Whit’s face. I smile at the sweet way my son pays attention to his boy.

Still weird, though.

“Let’s clean up the table and we can roll out the cookies,” I say.

“I’m going to make a pink Christmas tree with rainbow sprinkles.” Izzy jumps up with his plate and walks to the sink.

“I’m going to make a green reindeer with red eyes.” Whit follows him.

“That sounds scary.” Izzy shivers.

“Oh yeah, red eyes are scary. How about a red reindeer with green eyes? That’s still Christmas, right?”

“A very good plan.” Leo hugs him from behind. “Why don’t you boys wait in the living room while we get everything set up?”

“Okay.” They both run off, but Whit stops by the patio door.

“Hey, look! It’s snowing again.”

“That’s so perfect for Christmas Eve.”

“I wonder if it will be a lot. Maybe we can get stuck up here too.”

“That would be so fun! Hey! I have a great idea.” Izzy pulls Whit into the living room.

We both smile after our boys.

Leo sighs. “I’ll get the cookies ready if you clean up.”

“I already know that you don’t like to clean up.”

“Cleaning sucks.”

We work in silence for a bit, and Leo comes up and hugs me. I’m caught off guard, but I wrap my arms around him.

“I’m sorry, and I know how much you’ve done for me. I know it was all you who paid for my schooling, and I would offer to pay you back because I make…” I wave him off, and he continues, “stupid money, but I know you wouldn’t accept it.”

“You’re right, I wouldn’t. I’m proud of you.” I kiss the top of his head.

“I’m glad Izzy makes you happy.”

“He does.”

“Now that I’ve seen you two together, it’s pretty obvious. You’re sure you’re okay with him having a dick?”

“Do you want to hear how okay I am with him having a dick?”

Leo steps back and raises his hands. “Nope, no thank you.”

I laugh.

“Do you think Izzy might be a Little?”

Leo thinks for a moment. “I don’t think he’s the diaper and binkie type, but he likes having someone tell him what to do. Maybe a Middle.”

“I wonder if I should take him to dinner with Lane and the officers. They have a few Littles. It might be good for him to see them and know it’s okay.”

“Do you want him to be a Little?”

“I don’t think so. I just want to take care of him, but I don’t need to watch him play with toys. Do you think Whit is a Little?”

“He might be, but we’re still getting to know each other. He does have some tendencies, though.”

There’s a loud crash from the other room.

“We better go check on them,” I say.