Page 11 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

LEO

“Do you want kids?” I ask when I notice he’s been staring at the kids playing in the snow.

“What? Oh. Um… No, I’ve never really wanted kids, but I like you, and if that was something you wanted, we could talk about it.” It’s so mean of me to let him sit and stew awkwardly. “Do you want kids?”

“Fuck no!” I laugh, and he relaxes before joining in. I’m too selfish to have kids. I like the idea of taking care of someone, but a partner, not a kid that needs to be watched.

“Do you ever miss it?” he asks.

“Miss what?”

“Being young. No cares in the world. All you have to do is play while someone watches over you, takes care of you.”

No, that doesn’t sound good to me. Izzy is convinced that I’m a Daddy because I’m a control freak who likes to dote on those he loves.

“I think I would rather be the one to watch over you while you played.” I squeeze him tight, and he rests his head on my shoulder. Maybe I’ll dip my toe in the Daddy pool and see how he feels. “My best friend Izzy says that I’m a Daddy because I like to take care of my loved ones.”

“I can see that. You planned the date and insisted on paying for everything.” He grumbles the last part.

“That will never change, so don’t bother trying.”

“You know that I’m not a sugar baby?”

The idea of Whit being my sugar baby isn’t as awful as it sounds. He could travel with me.

“Would that be so terrible?”

“Well, no, but I have a job and money…”

“But you don’t like your job.”

“It’s not that I don’t like it… I mean, no one likes their jobs, right?”

“I hate the travel, but I love my job.”

“Why do you hate the travel? I feel like I would love to travel more, but I haven’t had the time.”

“It’s not the places, but going on a twelve-hour flight just to get to work… That sucks, and once I get there, I’m there for work. It’s not like I have time to sightsee.”

“Why don’t you sightsee when you’re off?”

“I mostly get sent to the same places, and it’s only so fun by yourself.”

“Would you sightsee if you had someone with you?”

“I would.”

“Could you bring someone with you?” he asks shyly.

“I could, but I’ve never thought to.”

“Well, it could be more fun for you. Not being alone, I mean.”

“You might be right. Now finish your pie. I’m freezing my nuts off over here.”

He laughs and eats his last bite.

After throwing away our trash, we walk back through the stalls, and Whit stops by one. I almost rip my arm off when I take a step and he doesn’t follow. That’s when I see what he’s looking at. It’s a large stuffed bear. He’s white, fluffy, and looks really soft.

I catch the name of the stall before he starts walking again.

“Sorry, I was just looking. At gifts, for other people.”

“Bears make great gifts,” I agree.

He looks back, and I can see he wants it.

Don’t worry, big boy, I’ll get you your bear.

“So I know you’ve already had a good time tonight,” I start.

“The best.”

“Is there anything I can do to make this night even better?” I make sure the innuendo is clear in my voice. I know we don’t need to have sex to make it a good date, but he’s been gagging for it all night.

Whit looks down shyly and speaks, but it’s quiet.

“Speak up, boy,” I say sternly.

“I want to suck you off.”

I grin widely at him. “The perfect end to the perfect night.”

Whit practically dances all the way back to our cars, and his hand is wandering all over my back and down to my ass.

“You have the most amazing body,” he says.

“Thank you. I’m quite fond of yours as well.”

“Do you think I’m sexy?” He sounds unsure for a moment.

“Of course. I love a big man who likes to get fucked, but it’s more than that with you.”

“Like what?”

“Well, I love talking with you, but I also like how you let me lead. Most big guys don’t feel comfortable enough to do that.”

“I liked when you held the door for me or when you made me a plate of food.”

“I liked doing it for you.” I unlock my car, which I already started so it’s warm. “Should I come back to your place?”

His eyes widen for a minute but then turn sultry, and he backs me into my car door. He pins me with his arms next to my head and his pelvis against my stomach. I can already feel his hard-on.

“Actually, I was hoping we could do it here.” I’m surprised, but only because we’ve already had sex at his house, so he has nothing to hide.

“Your car is big, I’m guessing there’s more than enough room,” he purrs and lowers his head so he can whisper in my ear.

“I’ve never had sex in a car before. I’m too big to fold into a seat. ”

“Yes, you are a big boy.” I roll my hips so he can feel what I think of that. Then I push him back and open the door for him. “After you, babe.”

My alarm goes off earlier than I would like, but I have to get to the airport.

This trip was pre-planned. It’s a tech show in Vegas, and it’s a week long.

When I told Whit last night, he looked pretty bummed, and I almost said fuck it, but they trust me to keep the company up to date.

I need to know what’s new in order to do that.

Izzy’s pretty upset with me because I’ve barely been home, and I haven’t even told him about my date yet!

I’m a bad friend, so I take out my phone and send him some fuzzy Christmas socks and candy canes. That should appease him for a few days. I’m not above bribery, but boys are easily distracted and more forgiving after presents. I wonder if it would work on Whit?

After a long day filled with demonstrations and presentations, I’m ready to call it a night. I just want to change into my pajamas and call Whit, but I decide to call Izzy first because when Whit and I talk, time gets away from us.

“Thank you for the presents.”

“You’re welcome, boo.”

“Even though I know you just sent them to make me forget that you haven’t been around.”

“What? I would never bribe you.” He scoffs. “Did it work?” I ask.

“A little.”

“Okay, what about some juicy gossip?”

Izzy perks right up. “Oh, is it really juicy?”

“I went on a date with the lumberjack.”

“No way!” He gasps. “Like a real date? Not just fucking and running.”

“I took him to dinner and then we went to the street fair, where we had hot chocolate and pie.”

“That’s sweet,” he gushes. “I would love a date like that. Did you have sex afterwards?”

“A gentleman never kisses and tells.”

“Right, but you aren’t a gentleman.”

“True. He sucked me off in the back of my car.”

“Wow, you’re breaking all your rules.”

He’s right, I normally don’t have sex in my car. It’s too messy, and I don’t want to get my car detailed because of cum on the leather.

“I was just going to end the date with a kiss, but… mmmmm, damn, he’s so hot, Iz. I couldn’t help myself.”

“How’s his dick?”

“So good. It’s not too long, but thick and juicy.”

“Uncut?”

“Nope.” Izzy and I disagree on that front. He thinks foreskins are hot, and I think they look like a turtleneck for your dick.

He boos, but then says, “But good for you. I know how much you dislike uncut dicks.”

“It’s not like I won’t suck a guy off because he’s uncut. It’s just not my favorite.”

“You’re missing out. Have you ever tried docking?”

“No, have you?” I toss back.

“No, but I really want to.” He sighs dreamily. “Anyway, are you going to see him again?”

“We don’t have anything planned, but I’d like to see him again.”

“That’s a good thing.”

“I really like him,” I confess softly. “But I’m not sure I’m ready for a relationship or if I can be what he needs.”

“What does he need?”

“I think he wants a Daddy.”

Izzy gasps long and loud. “It’s perfect for you!”

“I’m not sure if that’s the right fit for me.” I mean, I don’t know the first thing about kids. I know it’s not the same, but the idea is there.

“Seriously.” Izzy’s voice is stern. “You are the most Daddy person I’ve ever met.”

“Just because I take care of you, that doesn’t mean I’m a Daddy.”

“You take care of everyone. Remember that time when you purchased new phones for the kids at the LGBTQ center?”

“All kids need a phone,” I defend.

“Or the monthly donation you make to the humane society?”

I would like to volunteer, but I hate cleaning litter boxes, so I do the next best thing and throw money at them.

“Kitties and puppies need stuff too,” I say.

“And the way you keep sneaking money into your dad’s retirement fund and hoping he never notices.”

“He won’t notice, he sucks with… Wait. How did you know about that?”

The brat ignores me. “And don’t even get me started on what you do for your mom.”

“She might not be the best mom, but she’s still my mom.”

“Leo, you are a sassy bitch and you don’t take shit from anyone, but you care very deeply.”

“That still doesn’t mean I’m a Daddy.” I pout.

“You could be. You just need to be yourself.”

“What if it’s not enough for him?” I say quietly.

“Communication. You talk about your needs.”

“I don’t know. What if he’s a Little?”

“Then you buy him some toys and cute pajamas. If you think about it, I bet you’d really like the idea.”

Getting to dress up my sexy lumberjack does sound like a nice idea, and there are so many fun toys in the world.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Good… Oh, I’ve got to go. Pizza is here.”

“You’re eating a whole pizza by yourself?” I scold, but I’m not serious.

“I, well, it’s not… I mean, you’re not here, so I have no one to cook for me, and I can always eat leftovers. By myself. Alone.”

“You’re being weird.”

“Got to go! Love you!” he shouts and hangs up.

Definitely being weird.

I shake my head and give my boy a call.

“Hey! How was your day?” Whit answers excitedly on the first ring.

“So much boring talking.” I pretend to snore.

“But at least they’re not idiots.”

I laugh lightly. “Yes, babe, they still are.”

“Uh-oh. What did they do?” He sounds so adorably put out on my behalf.

“Nothing really, but I have a hard time with people who have no idea what they’re doing and pretending like we won’t notice they’re an idiot.” I make quotations with my hands even though I know he can’t see me.

“That does sound rough.”

“Yeah, and now I’m all alone in this big hotel room.” I pout. “I wish you were here.” The words come out of my mouth so easily it’s almost scary.

“I wish you were here.” There’s a slight pause before he shouts excitedly. “Oh! I know!” He puts me on speaker, and I can hear as he runs out of the room.

“Where did you go?” I grin to myself. This boy.

“I wanted to show you what I got today.”

Interesting. I’ve bought him a few things now. I hope he doesn’t get his panties in a twist about the new towels I bought him, or the new sheets, or the down comforter, or the new pillows.

What? His bed sucks. No one should have to sleep like a caveman on stone floors and dry themselves off with clumps of dead weeds. We’re civilized now.

“Hang up and video call me back,” he shouts.

“What are you up to?”

“Nothing! Bye, don’t forget to call back.” I hear his chuckle before I hang up.

I give him two minutes before I video call him.

When he answers, the screen is gray, and I can’t make anything out.

“Alright, so what’s—?” I almost swallow my tongue when I realize he’s wearing one of the new pairs of sweatpants I bought him, and he’s filling the camera with his junk. “Oh, that is very nice.”

“You think so?” He leans down so his head is in the shot.

The material is thin and stretchy and hugs his bulge just like I hoped it would.

“Exactly what I was hoping for. Turn around. Let me see the back.”

He wiggles his ass for me, and I want to spank it, or bite it, or fuck it. So many fun options. Too bad I can’t do any of those things since we’re a million miles apart.

“You little tease.”

“I’m not little.” He turns back around.

My voice sounds dreamy when I answer. “No, you are not, and those pants leave no room for doubt.”

I look down again, and it’s pretty obvious where his dick is resting.

“I never thought sweatpants could make me look sexy.”

“So sexy, and there would be nowhere for you to hide an erection.” His dick twitches, and that gives me an idea. “Should we try it out and see?”

“Try what?”

“Seeing what it looks like when your dick is hard.”

“Yes.” His hand reaches down to grab it, but I stop him with a shout. He looks up at me.

“Don’t touch unless I say.”

He’s quiet for a moment before he decides to play along like the good slut I know he is.

“But how will we know if I don’t get hard?”

“Let’s try this.” I take my shirt off, and his eyes go wide. “Is this turning you on?”

“Yes.” He stares at me.

“Move closer,” I command. “That’s good. I’ve got a nice view, and it looks like you’re interested.”

“Yes.”

“But not enough, yet.” I give him a saucy grin before standing and unbuttoning my pants.

“Dear Lord baby Jesus.” He gasps as the red lace comes into view. “You are the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.”

“Why, thank you.” I preen and turn to shimmy my pants off. I bend at the waist and check over my shoulder to see his reaction. His dick rockets to full hardness. “There, that’s better.”

Then I slip on my silk shorts and tank.

“You sleep in those?” His mouth practically drops open.

“I do.” My hand runs over my collarbone then down my chest.

“They look soft.” His hands clench at his sides.

“Very. I’ll have to wear them so you can see for yourself.”

“Yes. I’d—” He swallows hard. “I’d like that.”

“Looks like you like it very much,” I praise.

“So much.” He puts his hands in his pockets and the material pulls tight over his package. I don’t bottom, but nothing turns me on like a big fat dick, and his looks obscene against the thin fabric.

“Oh hell yeah. That’s hot. I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”

“How long until you get home?”

“Just three more days, babe.”

He grumbles under his breath about that being three days too many.

I think he’s right. Vegas sucks anyway, so I decide I’m getting the hell out of here tomorrow.

I’ve learned enough.