Page 19 of Daddy’s Thirsty Little Doll (The Lactin Brotherhood #24)

ONE YEAR LATER

“So, what brings you in today?” I chuckled warmly at Emery's feigned ignorance, placing a small kiss on his cheek before sitting in the barber chair.

“Well, you see, I have this pretty important event coming up and I want to look my best for my partner.” I shot a wink at Emery through the mirror, making him giggle.

Damn, I loved that sound and the beautiful smile it brought to his face.

He placed the cape over the front of me and grabbed the necessary tools. “They must be pretty special then.”

Oh, he was special, alright, and so much more. Darren had come over to help us the day after I asked Emery to move in with me, and we had him all moved in by the end of the day. It had been almost a year since that day, and I had loved every second of living with my boy.

“He’s the most special gift I’ve ever received, and I'm so lucky to have him.”

Emery blushed and shook his head. “Sounds like he’s lucky to have someone who thinks he’s so special.” Emery placed his clippers on his station and grabbed for his spray bottle, but I was faster. I hooked my arm around his waist and pulled him into my lap.

My voice was deep, damn near a growl. “I don't just think he's special, I know he is.” Emery blushed and opened his mouth to reply, but his words were stopped when I captured his lips with mine in a deep, brutal kiss.

His breath came out in hot pants as I licked and nibbled every inch of his mouth and lips.

When we pulled apart, his face was flushed and his lips were swollen, all traces of his early coyness gone.

I gave him a quick swat to his ass and squeezed.

He stuck his lip out in a pout. “Daddy, now I’m hard.”

“You should've thought about that before teasing Daddy. Now be a good boy for Daddy and cut my hair so I can look good for you on our wedding day.”

Emery scrambled off my lap and picked up his spray bottle. “Yes, Daddy.”

Emery was more focused this time at the reminder of our wedding, as he cut my hair with precision.

I’d proposed to him four months ago, right here in this room.

Call me cheesy, but I wanted to ask my boy to spend forever with me in the same place we’d met.

He had just finished cutting my hair when I pretended to drop something on the floor and pick it up, but dropped to one knee instead.

He fell to the floor with tears in his eyes, chanting yes as he wrapped his arms around my neck.

My sweet boy didn't even care about the ring, he was just so excited, but that quickly changed when I showed him the slim silver band. My boy never took it off. I loved the moments in which he’d stare at it with a dreamy smile on his lips.

Once he was finished with my haircut, he took me over to the shampoo bowl. This time, I let a moan escape my lips when the warm water cascaded over my scalp, followed by his nimble fingers.

“Daddy, now you’re teasing.”

Letting out a wicked chuckle, I winked at my pretty doll. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Emery groaned at my response, his fingers tightening their grip as he massaged his thumbs into my temples.

My nipples hardened, and my cock throbbed. I moaned as I felt my chest start to leak. Thankfully, I was smart and had started wearing a padded undershirt on days I’d be visiting Emery for a cut.

“Daddy, stop being naughty. I can't focus with you moaning like that.” Emery's voice was petulant as he whined his frustration.

“Daddy’s sorry, baby. I’ll stop teasing… but your fingers feel so good. Daddy’s chest is going to need lots of suckies after this.”

Emery’s hands faltered as he whimpered, but he quickly gained his composure and resumed his orgasmic ministrations. “Yay! Milkies.”

My heart nearly stopped beating in my chest when I felt Emery lean over the shampoo bowl and place a soft kiss on my forehead. “I can't wait to be your husband, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you, too, precious baby. Always.”