Page 4 of Awakening His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #17)
Chapter 4
Izzy
So I wasn’t drunk enough to blame the alcohol for my shameless flirting with my best friend’s straight dad last night, but it didn’t help any. I rub my face as I sit up in bed.
I can’t believe I called him Daddy, and right away!
I was all like “hey, Daddy” instead of “hello.”
God, so embarrassing, but the way he let me cop a quick feel of his thick thighs might have been worth it.
Standing in between them for even just that moment, the heat coming off his body was so soothing, and I wanted to rub myself all over him like a slutty cat.
And he was still clothed.
I wonder what it would have been like without clothes. I probably would have burst into flames and happily died there. I am such a pathetic loser. I flop back down and cover my head with a pillow.
My alarm goes off again, and I don’t hit the snooze button this time, even though I want to. But I’m the lead for this job, and I really need to be there to prove I can do this and I’m ready for more.
Dragging my ass out of bed and into the shower seems like an even bigger chore than usual, but the warm water has me waking up a bit more.
I won’t be fully awake until I’ve had my soda, but it’s a start.
I leave the bathroom and almost scream when I see Leo sitting on my bed. He’s smiling and holding out a large soda for me.
“Jesus! You scared me.” I take a big drink, and it’s exactly what I needed. “Thanks for this, but why are you up so early?”
“Maybe you should ask why I’m still up.” His voice is low and suggestive.
I turn to him. “That lumberjack did not spend the whole night fucking you! There’s no way.”
“Of course not.” He pauses far too dramatically. “I fucked him the whole night. And let me tell you, I am worn out in the best way.” He swirls his tongue around his straw.
Leo loves to top, especially the big guys, but not all big guys are down for that.
“Slut,” I tease affectionately and pull on a shirt.
“Oh no. Don’t get dressed on my account.”
I chuckle at my friend’s shameless flirting. “So, the whole night, huh?”
He throws himself dramatically onto my bed and sighs.
“He was so good. I even let him give me his number.”
“No way.” I gasp. “No way. You’re one and done. The queen of fucking and running.”
He nods and grins. “I know. No one ties me down.” He rolls over and crawls down the bed so he can look at me. “But he let me fuck him, and not only that, he loved it!”
“My little slut is growing up.” I pat his head and pull my briefs on under the towel.
“You don’t need to be shy. I’ve seen your dick before,” he teases.
“Didn’t you get enough last night?” I tease him back and pull on my pants.
“But you’re so fun to tease.” He rolls over again, and his head flops off the edge of my bed. “Hey, come here for a minute.”
I step closer to him, but I’m not sure what he wants until he pulls me closer by my belt loops.
“It’s the perfect height.” He rolls back over again and sits up on his elbows. “You ever face-fuck someone here?”
“No! I could never.” I’m not that kind of guy. I can’t take charge, and I freeze when I have to. Well, only in bed. I’m okay outside of the bedroom.
“You’re missing out.”
“I’m fine with being a pillow princess bottom.”
“You can be a pillow princess top. Let the bottom ride you.”
“I—” My mouth gapes open, and I’m sure I blush.
“There’s nothing like a tight hole squeezing around your dick.” Leo hums in pleasure. “Promise me you’ll at least try it sometime.”
“I-it’s not. I’m not…in charge. I couldn’t ask.”
“You’re missing out.”
“Have you ever bottomed before?” I accuse.
“Of course, but the alpha in me is too strong. He hates being mounted.”
“You’re reading too many shifter books.”
“Never!” he gasps.
I go back into the bathroom and start brushing my hair. “What did you do last night?” h,e asks and I drop the brush loudly into the sink. “You were being kind of secretive.”
“Nothing, I just went out for a drink.”
“By yourself?” he asks from the doorway.
“No, I met someone there.” Your dad .
“Like a date?” I can hear the hopefulness in his voice. He knows I’m looking for forever.
“I wish, but no, he’s just a friend.” And your dad . I don’t know why I’m feeling guilty. Nothing happened.
“I didn’t know you had any other friends.” He cackles, and I chase him out of the bathroom and tackle him to the bed.
“Of course I do, you jerk.”
“But I’m your best friend.” He laughs as I tickle his ribs.
“The bestest.” I stop my assault. “Are you going to stay here?”
He rolls over again and scoots up to the top of my bed before he grabs my pillow and snuggles it close.
“Yeah, I think I will.”
“Underwear stays on,” I say sternly. He grins and opens his mouth. I already know what he’s going to say about going commando. “Then borrow a pair of mine.”
He grumbles but doesn’t get out of bed.
I come over and tuck him in before kissing his cheek.
“Love you,” I say.
“Love you too. Have a good day and don’t cut your arm off with a chainsaw.”
“One of these days I’m going to, and it’s going to be all your fault.”
“I’d still love you,” he mumbles, and I know he’s going to be out quick. “Oh, I made you lunch. It’s in the fridge. Don’t forget to grab it.”
“Lunch, right.” I really have the best friend.