Page 10 of Daddy’s Little Chaos Gremlin (The Lactin Brotherhood)

10

ROWAN

I’d hated checking in and immediately having to abandon my boys, but the mess I’d been faced with had only grown during the time I was in the air. The fury I’d felt at learning what had taken place still hadn’t cooled by the time I’d fired the idiot that caused it and demoted the fool who’d recommended him to the team in the first place. This wasn’t how we did business, something that I’d had to reassure my client’s management team of more than once over the past few hours. It was only my willingness to substantially reduce our fee that had allowed us to retain them, something I’d informed my ex-employee that he’d be helping me recoup the cost of, in the form of the forfeiture of his final paycheck. He might not have been happy, but when faced with the option of blacklisting him throughout the industry, he’d agreed to walk away without it or references of any kind. I’d advised him not to even bother listing my firm as a former employer, because I wouldn’t lie about what had taken place if I heard from anyone. In the conversation we’d had, I’d strongly urged him to seek a career change immediately, before he truly put someone’s life at risk.

I could only hope he listened.

Now that the unpleasantness was over, I could turn my focus back to the two young men waiting for me at the hotel. I needed to plan something fun for them so the trip across the pond wasn’t a complete waste. Putting them back on the plane for an immediate trip back wasn’t even on the table, not after Tristan’s little bout of defiance. I knew what had caused it. Relocating to the apartment had already upset the apple cart, especially when he’d been forced to leave his safe space and all his materials behind. When I’d told him to get on the plane, I’d expected a full-blown tantrum. What I’d gotten was considerably milder, and I appreciated that, though what I would have appreciated more was his full and immediate compliance.

I just hoped my cranky chaos orb was in a better mood now that he’d gotten some much needed rest. I was well aware that I hadn’t been available to enforce bedtime or any of our evening rituals, something else that had been simmering in my mind when I’d lit into Ryan and Kelly. Honestly, it was Kelly I’d been the most pissed off with. Ryan wouldn’t even have been on my hiring radar if it hadn’t been for him. I’d told him in no uncertain terms that he’d find himself kicked to the unemployment line if he ever recommended anyone to me again. I didn’t care if they were fresh from guarding the god damned president, I didn’t want anything to do with anyone he spoke highly of.

Shit. Now I was fuming all over again.

No more work. At least not for the rest of the day.

After Zephyr’s declaration that he’d never been on a plane before, I didn’t need to ask if he’d ever been to Blackpool. Now that he was here, a trip down to the pier to explore the boardwalk and the amusement park were in order. Tristan had fallen in love with the rides and the arcades on our last trip over, not to mention the candy store where he’d tried to eat his weight in licorice twists and wine gums, which I’d had to admit packed an intense punch of flavor. I was curious to see what Zephyr would choose, and if his face would light up the way Tristan’s had when he took in all the games.

But first, I needed to deal with the ache that had been growing in my chest, and the leaking that was only being concealed by my trench coat. All the way up to the room, I found myself hoping that they were hungry enough to help ease it, my spirits taking a serious nosedive when I noticed the covered tray waiting to be picked up outside their door. I’d brought my pump with me. I never traveled anywhere without it, but it was going to be a miserable experience, with as engorged I was.

I opened the door to laughter and a full-on tickle fight taking place on the bed, their giggling voices washing over me as I stepped into the room. Damn, they were adorable. I spent a minute just watching them after I secured the door, then Zephyr rolled off the bed and landed with a thud on two of the pillows that had already landed there, his shaggy hair obscuring his gaze as he struggled to right himself.

“Daddy!” Tristan squealed, rushing into my arms the moment he spotted me.

I held him as Zephyr waved at me from the floor, but the moment I opened an arm to him, he saw it as the invitation it was and rushed to join in the hug.

“I looks like you two found a way to occupy yourselves,” I said as I kissed the tops of their heads. “Good job remembering to order something to eat, too.”

“I ate, Daddy, but Zephyr only had a little yogurt and fruit. He wasn’t hungry for any of the other breakfast foods.”

Those sunken spirits of mine started dancing at hearing that, and I gave my baby boy a squeeze. “Then it’s a good thing Daddy has something for you that’s just aching to be consumed.”

Zephyr whisper-squealed, the tip of his tongue poking out to run along the seam of his lips before he nuzzled closer, wiggling his body between the flaps of my coat so he could suck on one of the damp spots on my shirt.

“Mmmmm,” he hummed, sounding almost as urgent as I felt.

“All right, little one, let me get that shirt out of your way and wipe down so you can eat properly,” I said, stroking his hair even as I urged him back.

He whined, but he complied, eyes never leaving my chest as I stripped off my coat and the black button-down beneath it, found the wipes I used to clean my chest, and got settled against the pillows Zephyr had picked himself up off the floor and propped against the headboard. His enthusiasm as he crawled across the bed left me aching to feel his mouth on me, the milk beginning to leak down my chest as he got comfortable.

“Will you read to us, Daddy?” Tristan asked and he joined us on the bed, holding up one of the books he’d pulled from his bag.

“Of course,” I replied, taking the book so he could get settled on the other side of me. “That will be a wonderful way to pass the time.”

And settle the last of my fury, I thought, though I didn’t say that part to him. I always tried to keep the ugly parts of my business as far away from my boy as I could manage, something that would be doubly important now that I had two boys to watch over. Safeguarding their emotional wellbeing would always be a priority of mine. As far as I was concerned, ugliness had no place in their lives. I would always stand as a barrier between them and it and do everything in my power not to let things slip past me, though realistically I knew that I’d never be able to shield them from everything.

Zephyr’s tongue lapping at the dripping milk made me groan and when he latched on, my cock twitched. I knew it would be as engorged as my nipples were before he finished draining them. It was going to be hard as fuck to focus on the story, but I was Daddy, and I prided myself on the control I’d cultivated over the years. I opened that book and dialed in on the page, displaying the bright yellow and brown ducks gathered around a tiny puddle.

“Can we feed the ducks at the park this time?” Tristan asked around the thumb he’d stuck in his mouth as he waited for me to start reading.

“We sure can,” I replied. “Do you remember what we learned, about the right things to feed them instead of bread?”

“Uh-huh. We can get birdseed and blueberries and dried mealworms,” he replied.

“That’s right, good job remembering,” I said, hugging him close as I began reading the story.

Midway though, Zephyr squirmed just enough to change sides, draping himself across me in the process. His hand brushing over the front of my pants made me groan and shift a little as my swollen cock responded to his touch.

“Are you going to let Daddy bury that in you when you get done eating?” I asked him as I stroked my fingers though his hair.

The humming sound he made revved up the pleasure I already felt, while Tristen giggled and slid his hand up my thigh until it rested beside Zephyr’s.

“Oh really,” I muttered, locking eyes with him. “Well, if that’s the way it’s going to be, why don’t you get your mouth down there and get Daddy nice and wet for your brother?”

Heat burned in his gaze as he scrambled to do as he’d been told, while Zephyr lifted up so they could work to remove my pants without dislodging him. The disgruntled sound he made when his lips nearly popped free of my skin got Tristan giggling again, then his lips were on my cock, and I melted beneath them.

All the stress of the trip and the worry that the business I’d worked so hard to build up was going to be irreparably damaged by an irresponsible fool had left my shoulders and neck rigid. The tension had caused a low-grade pulsing at the base of my skull that could have easily morphed into a full-blown headache, but my boys soon made me forget that it was ever there.

Now this was exactly what I needed.

I let the book slip from my hand so I could glide my fingers through Tristan’s hair, tug and listen to him growl around my cock as he sucked on the head. He loved things a little on the rough side and I knew the little pinpricks of pain he received from my tugging would just rev his pleasure up more. The last thing I expected was to hear Zephyr growl, too, as his teeth grazed my nipple. There wasn’t a lot of milk left and yet, I could tell, from the way he whined and shifted his hips, that he wouldn’t stop until he’d consumed the last drop, despite the hand Tristan had slid beneath him.

“Flip around,” I urged, releasing Tristan’s hair so I could grab Zephyr’s and tug him into a rough kiss.

It took some maneuvering, and a lot of grunting and growling on Zephyr’s part when I didn’t let him latch back on to finish nursing until I’d slid lower on the bed. With Tristan kneeling over me and Zephyr having wiggled across the bed to finish his feast, I could lavish Tristan’s cock with attention while he pleasured me.

My boy was already dripping precum when I licked over his head, a low, keening whine beginning to spill from between his lips, the vibrations bringing on an orgasm that caught me completely off guard. So much for Daddy’s hard-won control. Holy shit! While I lay there panting, my boys shared a filthy kiss, my milk and cum dribbling from the corners of their mouths as they shared their feasts.

“Fuck your brother and get him ready for me,” I snarled as I reached up and yanked Tristan down so I could kiss him, too, the heated look he gave me one I wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

It was extremely rare that he topped, but I knew my boy enjoyed the moments when they arose. Judging from how quickly Zephyr flipped around so I’d have the perfect view of Tristan’s cock when it slid inside of him, he was excited at the prospect, too.

Gods, just watching the prep, as Tristan grabbed a condom off the nightstand and donned it before patting around beneath a pillow for the lube. They must have been up to something earlier, to have had it there instead of on the nightstand with the condoms. Tristan took his time coating his fingers with it, and got his tongue involved, too, as he loosened Zephyr’s hole. Holy shit. Zephyr rode those digits with the same enthusiasm as he’d nursed from me, and when he threw his head back and cried out, I knew he was more than ready to take Tristan’s cock.

“Make him howl for you,” I urged, slapping Tristan right on one of the handprints that remained from the spanking I’d given him. “But don’t make him come, that’s my job.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I knew I’d be hard again in no time, just from watching them. The way Tristan glided his hands over Zephyr’s hips, kneading, caressing. He didn’t just shove in, despite how well he’d prepped Zephyr to receive him. He bent low over Zephyr’s back, kissed up his spine, brushed the hair back from the nape of his neck, and licked, prompting a crop of goosebumps to break out down Zephyr’s arms. His moan was better than being front and center for my favorite band, and the way he widened his knees, ducked his head, and raised his bottom a little higher, was one of the best damn invitations I’d ever seen. Tristan eased the head of his cock inside the tight hole I couldn’t wait to feel stretch around me. Having his brother warm him up would make it easier for him to take my girth, though I knew he’d be feeling me for the rest of the night and tomorrow, too.

Just the thought of that filled me with pride and got the blood flooding south again as Tristan yanked him back, sinking farther into him while Zephyr shuddered.

“Mmmm, yeah,” Zephyr breathed, squirming to take more.

The graceful way he impaled himself was breathtaking, like a dance, wild and uninhibited. When he threw his head back and moaned, Tristan tangled one hand in his hair and gripped Zephyr’s shoulder with his other one, fucking into him until he came. The breathless little imp had the nerve to moan tag at me when he pulled out, while Zephyr whined and begged one of us to fuck him, please, he was so damned close.

“Oh no you don’t,” I said, gripping the base of his cock to starve off an impending orgasm. If I’d had ice….heh, the idea had already taken root when I glanced around, hoping there was some left in the ice bucket Tristan always asked for his juice to be brought in.

Bingo.

Snatching up a dripping cube, I ran it around Zephyr’s hole, digging my fingertips into his hip when he yelped and tried to jerk away.

“Be a good boy and cool off a little for Daddy,” I growled as I pressed the ice inside him and watched it disappear while he whined and shivered. When the heat from his body began to melt it, I added a second one, then rubbed my cold fingers over his balls, pleased to see that he was no longer as hard and ready to get off as he’d previously been.

Now I could roll the condom on and proceed to fuck him, slowly, letting him get used to my girth.

“F-f…” he stammered, quivering as he choked back the word.

I thought at first he was trying to say fuck and I wouldn’t have penalized him for it. The bedroom was the only place where filthy words from my boys were welcome.

“S-so f-f-full,” Zephyr moaned as I bottomed out, shivers making his hole tighten around my cock.

“So tight,” I growled, nibbing his earlobe and tugging a little. “Is Daddy the biggest you’ve ever had?”

The moment he hissed yes , whined and rocked against me, I snapped my hips, determined to rock his world and leave him with a lasting reminder of just who was laying ownership to every last, delectable inch of him.