Page 10 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

WHIT

I don’t know what I was expecting, but Leo drives up in a very high-end luxury SUV. This thing has all the bells and whistles and is pearl white. IT must pay well, but I’m more interested in the man himself.

He walks up in a puffy winter jacket. He’s got a hat and some gloves on, and he looks very cozy.

“It’s cold as balls out here.”

“You look nice and warm,” I say, and he smiles as he steps up close to me and I wrap him in my arms. Even through the layers of clothes, I can feel the shape of his body, and I remember how he looked while fucking me.

How pathetic is it that I just want to skip dinner and bend over the hood of my car? I mean, yeah, my nipples would freeze to the hood, but I think it might just be worth it. No, wait, I want to get to know him more, so we should talk and eat.

“Come on, big boy.” He opens the door to the restaurant and follows me inside.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” the host greets us. “Can I take your coats?”

Leo takes off all his layers and reveals a gray asymmetric sweater that shows off his collarbone and tight black pants.

I decide that food is overrated.

“Can we skip dinner and get right to the fucking? You look amazing.” I know I must be drooling.

He gives me a pleased smirk and steps closer to me. “You look nice as well. I bet these pants hug your ass in all the right ways.”

“Keep talking to me like that and you’ll see how they hug my bulge too.”

He pulls me close and kisses me deep but quick. “After dinner.”

“I can’t wait that long,” I whine.

“You will, and you’ll behave.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I grumble but secretly hope he’s into me calling him Daddy because he’s got Daddy vibes for days.

“Good boy,” he purrs and kisses my cheek before stepping back. “Now give me a spin.”

It’s a little embarrassing to show off in a restaurant, but for him, I do it.

“Very nice. That ass. Yum.”

“We could just skip right to dessert,” I offer again.

“I don’t know much about dating, but I know you need to get to know each other, and dinner is a great way to do that.”

“Did you read that somewhere?” I tease.

“Yep, the experts agree that a relationship is more than sex. I’m not sure that I agree with them, but…”

“Aww, you want to have a relationship with me.” I place my hands over my heart.

“I do.” He gives me a confident smile.

“Right this way, please.” The host leads us into the dining room.

The restaurant is fancy, but not in that champagne-and-caviar way. It’s got more of a resort feeling, like a really nice lodge. The ceilings are high and fires burn in multiple hearths, giving it a cozy feel. What really makes it are the floor-to-ceiling windows that show off the lake.

“Nice view?” Leo smiles when I stop walking.

“It’s so still it looks like glass.”

“That’s part of the reason this is one of my favorite places, and they aren’t a bunch of old-fashioned homophobic twats.”

“You don’t strike me as the type of person to be concerned with what people think.” A small smile crosses my lips when he holds out my chair and helps me get seated.

“I don’t. I actually really enjoy going in and flaunting my gayness, but I didn’t think that would be ideal for a first date.” He winks and sits down across from me. “Plus, the food sucks.”

The server who is filling up our waters smirks. She must know all about it.

“Welcome, gentlemen. I’m Gabby. Can I get you something to drink or do you need a minute?”

Leo orders a fancy bottle of wine that I can’t pronounce. “Just bring the bottle and two glasses. You can skip the pretentious bullshit.”

Gabby laughs. “Very good, sir. I’ll be right back.”

“So, what do you like to eat?” Leo asks.

“Oh, I’m not picky,” I lie.

“So if I ordered the duck liver pate, you would eat it?”

“I’ve never tried it, but it sounds gross.”

Leo grins. “Don’t dismiss something because you don’t know if you’ll like it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I grumble, and he gives me a heated look.

“Don’t sass me or I might have to punish you.”

Gabby comes back at that moment, and her cheeks blush, but she opens the wine. “Did you decide or do you need a moment?”

“We’ll have the charcuterie board to start.”

“Of course, I’ll be right back with that.”

“Now, what are you going to eat for dinner?” Leo asks and pours me a generous glass of the red wine he ordered.

“I think I’ll have the filet of sole.”

“Good choice.” He takes a drink and hums. “This wine is fucking delicious.” I take a drink and nod my agreement.

I’m not normally a wine drinker, but he picked a good one.

“What are you going to have?” I ask.

“The scallop risotto. It’s one of my favorite dishes here.”

“So do you come here often?” I tease, and he laughs.

“I do. I appreciate good food.”

“I’m used to the champagne and caviar places. My dad is all about appearances with his clients, even if the food is trash.”

“My dad is a beer and pizza kind of guy.” He sounds fond.

“Do you have any other family?”

“No siblings, but my mom is around sometimes.”

“Sometimes?”

Leo sighs heavily. “My parents were really young when they had me and then had a ‘shotgun wedding.’ It was obvious they hated each other, and when I was nine, I demanded that they get a divorce.”

“Wow, most people want their parents to stay together.”

“Yeah, well, not me. My mom was terrible to him. She was always nagging him, and he hardly said a word to her. He realized that if he didn’t respond, she’d give up.”

“What was she nagging him about?”

“Everything. He worked ten-hour days and she was a stay-at-home mom. She wasn’t a good stay-at-home mom. She didn’t cook or clean, and I took care of myself.”

“I’m sorry, that must have been hard.”

Leo shrugs. “She was a good mom overall, and we get along for the most part, but she’s selfish, kinda like me.”

“You don’t seem selfish to me.” I take his hand. “My extremely comfortable bed would agree.” Thanks to all the stuff he’s been sending me.

“It’s not that I don’t spoil or spend money, but my time is for me.

I want to be able to do what I want, when I want.

If I want to go to a movie, I can. I want to go on vacation, I can.

If I want to spend my money on art, clothes, and spa treatments, I can.

Plus, I travel too much for work. It’s hard to take care of anything. ”

“Are you close to your dad?”

“Yeah. He’d probably say I’m too close.” Leo smiles.

“What does that mean?”

“I come over uninvited. I never knock. I’m loud and passionate about things, and he’s not. But he never scolds me or tells me to leave.”

“You forgot that you set him up at bars.”

“Oh, right. I set him up at bars and then abandon him.” We share a laugh. “What about your family?”

“I have two sisters, and my parents are still together. I don’t know if they’re happy together, but they seem to enjoy spending time together still.”

“Sisters, huh? Older or younger?”

“Younger. I was sad to leave them when I moved, but I needed some space from my parents.” Mainly my dad.

“I understand that, but I wouldn’t want to leave my dad or Izzy.”

“Who’s Izzy?” I assume a pet.

“He’s my bestie.” I feel a tightening in my chest. Is that jealousy? “He moved in next door around the same time my parents were getting divorced, and he kept me busy. He never lets me get into too much trouble.”

“You two must be close.”

“He’s like my brother. That’s part of the reason I wanted to live with my dad full-time when they separated. Izzy’s dad was a piece of shit and he beat him, so I had to be there to make sure Izzy had a place to go.”

The anger bubbles up in me so fast. “There is a special place in hell for people who beat their own children.”

Leo grins at me. “I agree, but he’s not a problem anymore.”

I shiver with lust. The way he said that was dark and vengeful. “I’d ask, but I’m not sure I want to know the answer.”

“He’s in jail, and it was his own doing.” He smiles and takes a small sip of his wine. “Mostly.”

I laugh now, but I don’t doubt he had a hand in it somehow.

“Here we are.” Gabby comes back and sets down some plates with our charcuterie board.

“Thank you.”

Gabby takes our dinner orders and leaves.

“So, what else do you like to do?” Leo asks as he starts making up a plate of cheese and meat.

“I like to ride my bike when the weather allows.”

“Bike bike? Or motorcycle?”

“Motorcycle. Biking is too much cardio, and I try to avoid that.”

“I agree with avoiding exercise, but the idea of a motorcycle makes me nervous.” He sets down a plate of food in front of me. That’s so sweet of him. “You always wear a helmet, right?”

“I do.” Most of the time.

“Don’t lie to me, boy.” He glares, and my dick jumps.

“Fine, not all the time,” I grumble.

“Never again.” His words are stern. “That’s so unsafe.”

“I promise. From now on. I have an extra helmet if you want to come with me sometime.”

“We’ll see.” He seems skeptical.

“Have you ever ridden before?”

“No, but?—”

“Don’t dismiss something because you aren’t sure if you’re going to like it.”

“Sassy. But that’s not it. I’m worried about dying.”

“That’s half the fun!”

“Dying?” he gasps.

“No, the not dying. The rush you get, it’s amazing.”

“We’ll see,” he repeats.

“Dinner is served,” Gabby announces.

Leo helps me wrap my scarf around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss.

“Normally I’m not one for the cold, but I thought we would go for a quick walk to get dessert.”

“I’ll keep you warm.” I put on my gloves and pull him close.

“Thanks, babe.”

I love the pet name.

The night is quiet but the street is surprisingly busy. When we get to the park, I can see a festival is going on. There are colorful lights everywhere, with decorated stalls and booths.

“Did you know about this?” I ask as I look around.

“I did. How about we grab some dessert and sit by one of those bonfires?”

“That sounds fun.”

“Anything that catches your eye, just let me know, but I’m for sure going to grab some spiced apple cider.”

“I like cider, but I prefer hot chocolate.”

“Then we’ll find you some.”

It doesn’t take long to find a booth that sells both, so we get our drinks and wander through the stalls. There are all kinds of interesting crafts and food on sale, and everything is so festive, it looks like the North Pole. Leo buys a few things and chats with the stall owners.

“I like to support small businesses even though I really don’t need any more soap.” He holds the bag from the last place up to my face. “But it smells so good, I couldn’t stop myself.”

“It does smell good. Like mint.”

“See anything you like?”

“Oh no, not really. I’m not into crafty things.” Hell, my apartment is empty because I can’t decide how to decorate.

“They make good gifts.”

“I suppose.” Maybe for my office staff. I grab a card from a stall that does custom work on mugs and water bottles. “This might work.”

“Let me know. Christmas is just around the corner,” the nice stall lady says.

“Will do. Thanks.” I nod, and we head to the next stall. Leo finishes his drink and throws it away. I already finished mine, so he grabs my hand.

He’s holding my hand in public.

I’ve never had a boyfriend do that. I always find jerks who don’t like to hold hands because it’s not manly enough.

I bet letting a smaller guy fuck me isn’t manly enough either, but I can’t wait to do it again.

“How about this one?” Leo asks and stops by a pie stand.

“Oh yes, but only if they have cherry.”

“What kind of pie maker would I be if I didn’t have cherry?” The owner laughs.

“We’ll have two, à la mode,” Leo orders.

“Coming right up.”

Once we both have our pie, we head to a picnic table area. There are more people out than I would expect, but there are heaters, so that helps.

“This is fun,” I say.

“A little cold for me, but I thought it would be a good first date.”

“Very good.”

He gives me a quick kiss and takes a bite of his pie. He moans, and I want to dive into mine. “That’s amazing, but wait—” I take a big bite, and my tongue is on fire. “It’s hot. Open your mouth and let the cold air in.” A big puff of steam leaves my mouth, and I laugh. “Better?”

“Yes.” I take a minute for the pie to cool down. “Are you having a good time with me?” I ask, hoping I don’t sound pathetic.

“I am, and I would like to see you again.”

“Good, because I want to see you again too.” I scoot closer to him and wrap my arm with his. We just smile at each other like a couple of fools before the laughter of children draws our attention.

A few adults watch as their kids throw snowballs, build snowmen, and make snow angels.

Ah, to be that young and free again.