Page 15 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

LEO

“It’s not a toy,” I protest.

“Yes, it is,” he counters.

“No, it’s a pillow.”

“In the shape of an octopus.”

“It matches your blanket.”

“What blanket?”

“The pink one that you were snuggling with all night.”

“It’s just a blanket. Not my blanket.” His cheeks flush pink.

“Oh, well then, I guess I can throw it away. I was thinking about replacing it?—”

“What, no!” he practically shouts. “I mean, it’s still a good blanket.”

I grin at him. “It is very soft.”

“Fine. One pillow.”

“But it’s a matching set.” I grab the smaller octopus in baby blue and throw it into the cart. He glares but doesn’t fight too hard. “Now which toys do you want?”

“Maybe some paint?”

“Sure.” We head to the craft aisle. I don’t have an artistic bone in my body. So while I’m feeling overwhelmed, Whit is over the moon.

“Oh my gosh, look at all the stuff.”

“It’s a lot.”

Whit dashes down the aisle, stopping to pick up something and then putting it down before he moves on to something else.

Thankfully he’s too busy so he doesn’t notice when I put everything he grabs in the cart, even though I don’t know what half of the things are.

He’s grinning from ear to ear when he comes back with a box of finger paints. “This is the one I want.”

Something about the happiness in his voice hits me right in the middle of the chest. Out of all the stuff here, he wants something that a Little would be more likely to enjoy.

“That looks perfect.” I pull his beard down for a kiss, and when we part, he looks at me like I’m the best thing ever. “I think we’ll need some paper.”

“Oh, right.” He turns to leave, but then he notices the cart. “Hey, wait a minute.” His hands go to his hips. “Two toys.”

I wrap my arms around his waist, and he looks down at me. “Art supplies aren’t toys.” I cock an eyebrow and dare him to contradict Daddy.

“You aren’t playing fair.” He pouts, but he’s smiling.

“Daddies make the rules.”

“Fine, but no more.”

“It’s cute that you think you have a say.”

“I’m feeling very spoiled.”

“That’s exactly how I want my boy to feel.”

“I don’t need stuff. I just need you.”

“God, you’re so fucking sweet.” I pull him down and give him a kiss that is not appropriate for a store, but he doesn’t fight me when I shove my tongue down his throat. When I finally snap to my senses and pull back, my boy is panting.

“Daddy,” he whines. “Now I have a problem.” I press against him a little harder and rub his dick.

“That’s a big problem.”

“Yeah.”

“Daddy better take care of it,” I whisper and grab his dick now, running my fingers up and down his shaft.

“Yes, please.” He pants when my hands go to his waistband. I make sure to tease around the button before I untuck his shirt and step back.

“All covered,” I say brightly.

His mouth drops open, and he glares at me.

“That wasn’t nice, Daddy.”

“I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Can I play with my paints first?” Whit asks before we’re even in the door.

“Whatever you’d like.” So I get him set up in the kitchen with the finger paints and the large pad of paper we bought to go with them.

I remember from when I was a kid that they made us wear old t-shirts because of the mess that we made, but there’s no way Whit will fit into any of my old clothes, so I start to unbutton his shirt.

“What are you doing, Daddy?”

“Just making sure that you don’t get your shirt all dirty.”

“That’s a good idea, but first maybe, you should…”

I wonder why he’s hesitating. Oh, right.

“Suck your tits,” I finish for him.

“They’re not tits.” He blushes adorably.

“Would you prefer moobs?” I can’t help my giggle.

“No, that’s even worse.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. What would you like me to call them?”

“I actually do like when you call them tits,” he whispers. “But it feels so naughty.”

“I am pretty naughty. This time I’m just going to drink and there will be no sexy times. Not because I don’t want to, but I need to make us lunch, and then I should really do some work.”

“Will you watch over me while I paint?”

“Of course. That’s why I set you up in the kitchen, so I can cook and watch you.”

“Okay,” he says brightly and whips his shirt off.

Damn, this man is a work of art. I want to explore his body all day, but I don’t want him to get uncomfortable, so I get to work.

Something about us standing while I suck his nipples makes this even more erotic. He rubs his fingers through my hair and moans almost continuously.

It’s obvious he loves it too.

“Are you okay now?” I ask when his milk slows, and he nods. “You can go play then.”

“Thanks.” He adjusts his dick.

“Don’t play around with that,” I warn.

“Why?”

“Because that’s mine to play with when you’re here.” The idea of being the only one to bring him pleasure makes my balls tingle.

“Yes, Daddy.” The heat in his eyes tells me he likes it too. “Paint?”

“Go ahead.”

Whit paints me two pictures while I make lunch, and I hang both on the fridge. One is a bouquet of flowers with fingerprint petals and the other is a fish tank. The way he can make something so beautiful out of clumsy finger paint makes me wonder what he could do with an easel and a brush.

“You’re very talented.”

He blushes. “Thank you.”

“Let’s clean up. Lunch is ready.”

“After lunch, can I do my puzzle?”

“That sounds like a good idea.”

Whit has been wrapped in his blanket and working on his puzzle for about an hour now. I’ve been handling all the bullshit that came up while I was gone.

My team is good, but there are only three of us in total. I really need to take Minjun’s advice and hire more people, but most people are idiots.

I wonder if Stephanie would want to join my team. I’m about to send her an email when I notice Whit has stopped doing his puzzle and is watching me. When I look up to see what he needs, he turns away. I go back to typing, and he does the same thing again.

“Do you need something, big boy?”

“No. I don’t want to bother you while you work.”

I put my laptop down. “You’re never a bother. Come here.”

Whit smiles, but instead of getting up, he crawls over to my desk.

“Oh, I like that.” Him on his knees from me.

“Can I do something to help you while you work?” The way he licks his lips and looks down at my lap makes it clear what he wants.

“Well, my dick is getting kinda cold.”

“I can keep it warm.”

“Good idea.”

I push my chair back, and he crawls under the desk. Good thing my desk is so big. He takes my half-hard dick out and begins to suck it gently.

“I could get used to this.” I sigh with pleasure.