Page 17 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

LEO

“And then I put your surprise in the annealer. That’s where all the hot stuff goes to cool down slowly. Otherwise, the glass might crack.”

“I can’t wait to see it.” I already know that it’s a glass heart, but I’m not sure what color he decided on. Everything was bright orange while he was working with it.

“I can’t wait to give it to you.”

“So, did you enjoy it enough to go back again?” Part of me hopes he says no because, damn, it was hot in there, and I was so worried he was going to hurt himself that I couldn’t sit still.

Until Shelia’s husband Don came in with a bottle of tequila, and then I relaxed a little. I still needed to be alert in case there was a fire.

“I’d love to do it again!” he shouts, and I laugh.

“It was pretty obvious you enjoyed yourself.”

“It was awesome.”

“Good, because I purchased six lessons.” They weren’t cheap either, but Shelia is the best in the area. She mostly makes show pieces, but to help off-set the cost of her art, she gives private lessons.

“Really?” He reaches over the center console and grabs my hand. “I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you listen and care about what I like.”

I quickly glance his way, and his eyes are shining. “Of course I do. You’re my boy, and I want to make sure you’re happy.”

“Are you happy? Like, with me?”

He sounds so insecure, and I want to reassure him, but this is still so new and I’m not sure how.

“Making you happy makes me happy.”

He nods and continues to ramble adorably the whole way back to my place.

As soon as we get inside, he’s got me pinned to the door, and his mouth crashes into mine.

“Thank you.” He gives me a sultry grin and slides down to his knees. “That was the best gift.” He pulls my dick out, and soon I’m lost in the warm wet heat of his perfect mouth.

If this is the thanks I get for some private lessons, it’s totally worth the money.

It’s ass o’clock in the morning when my phone rings.

Fuck, that means I’m going somewhere.

“What?” I grumble.

“I know that you just got back, but there was a mix-up with the new equipment being installed, and they can’t figure out how to fix it.”

“Why don’t they call the installers?”

“It’s not the install, it’s the setup.” I huff, and he continues. “It sounds like they’ve had multiple people try to fix it, and now it’s gotten worse.”

“Why wasn’t I told? I could have walked them through the install before things got out of control.”

“They thought they could do it by themselves.”

“They should have been able to. I made the system as easy as possible. I even trained the IT people on how to do it.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, but it’s a mess.”

“Ugh.” I roll over and pout. “Where am I going?” There’s a long pause. Fuck, that means I’m not going to like his answer. “Minjun?”

“Australia.”

“Fuck me. It’s a little over a week till Christmas.”

“I know. But this is an emergency. The whole place is down right now.”

“Seriously?” Fucking idiots.

“I’ll give you whatever you want.” Minjun gasps as he realizes his mistake. “Within reason and work-related.”

“Fine.”

“This is going to cost me, isn’t it?”

“Not you, but the business, yes.”

“Australia?” Whit whines. “For how long?”

“I’ll be back as soon as I can. I promise.”

“I don’t want you to go.” Now he crosses his arms and pouts.

“I’ll be back soon.” He doesn’t uncross his arms, so I sit down on the couch and pat my leg. “Come here, babe.”

He huffs but comes over and sits across my lap.

“I understand you don’t want me to go. Especially since we’re just starting the Daddy/Little dynamic.

” He nuzzles closer to me, trying to put his head under my chin.

I laugh lightly and rub his belly in soothing circles.

“But I need to do this because it’s important, but then I’ll tell my boss I’m not going on the road unless it’s dead serious. ” He huffs and squeezes me tight.

“Really?” He sounds hopeful. “You do travel a lot.”

“I’ll talk to my boss about having off next week.”

“Aren’t you off for the holidays?”

“No, I never really take time off, but I will be going to my dad’s cabin, and then we can spend more time together.”

“After Christmas?”

“Yep. Right after we get back from visiting our families.”

“I wish I could come with you.” He twists his fingers. Does he mean meeting my family? I’m not ready for that step.

We barely even know each other.

Who cares that it feels like I’ve been with him forever?

“I know, baby, but next time.” Hopefully he takes it as the trip, not meeting my family.

“I’d like that, but I meant with you to your family.”

Fuck.

“But you already have plans to see your family,” I remind him.

“Yeah, but my sisters are the only nice ones.”

A low growl starts in my throat. If his parents are mean to my boy, they will regret the day they ever opened their mouths, because I can and will fucking destroy them.

“Do they already know about me?” Whit’s sweet voice asks shyly, and I need to snap out of my murderous rage.

“Know what?”

“About me and you.”

“Izzy does, but not about me being your Daddy, and as soon as he knows, he’s going to give me a big fat ‘I told you so.’” I smile just thinking about it, even though I hate being wrong.

“He knows you’re a Daddy?”

“He knew before I did.”

“Is he a Little?”

“I’m not sure. I know he wants a Daddy of his own, but I’m not sure how far he regresses.” I’ll have to ask him, but I don’t think so.

“That’s okay.” He looks a little sad.

“Are you sad because I’m leaving or because you don’t have any Little friends?”

“Both. I’ll miss you, but it’s hard to find Little friends.”

“How did you find out about Daddy/Little relationships if you don’t have any Little friends?”

“There was a coffee shop by my house that I liked to visit. They had the best cookies.” He gets a dreamy look thinking about cookies. “Anyway. I always went in the morning before work, but one night I was exhausted and I really wanted a treat, so I went in, and they were having a munch.”

“A munch?”

“Don’t worry.” He pats my knee. “I had to ask too. It’s a gathering for people who are into BDSM, but nothing sexy happens.

Most of the time.” He shrugs. “There were lots of girls and boys playing, but I didn’t get it.

Why were they behaving like that and playing with toys like kids would do?

Could I do it too? Thankfully the barista who works in the morning saw my confusion and explained everything to me. ”

“That must have been overwhelming,” I soothe.

“It was, but I wanted to watch, to see more, to be a part of it. One of the Daddies invited me to join them and he went over what being a Daddy meant, but he didn’t realize I wanted to be the Little.”

“I’m sorry people don’t see you that way.”

Whit kisses my cheek and leans his head against me. “You see me that way, and that’s all that matters.”

I feel some moisture building in my eyes, but like hell I’m going to cry.

“Thank you, babe, that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“Thank you for being the best Daddy ever.”

My throat tightens at his sweet words. I try to clear it before I speak again.

“So tell me, did you ever get to play with them or were you too nervous?”

“They only had the munch once a month, and I took the job out here, so I wasn’t able to go back again.”

“Did you look around here to see if there were any?”

“No, I’ve been too busy.”

“Alright, Daddy is going to look into that more. But, for now, I would love to give my boy a bath and get him in his comfy new pajamas.”

He pulls back with a gasp. “Are they fun PJs?”

“They are.”

Now he wiggles on my lap, doing what I think is a happy dance, but since he’s on my lap, I’m getting different ideas. I lean forward and whisper in his ear, “You better stop that or we’re going to be playing a different game.” I thrust my hips up so he gets the idea.

“I like that game too.” Then he turns in my lap so he’s straddling me. I tug on his beard, and he bends down so I can reach his soft lips. The kiss is slow and sweet. He follows me when I pull back.

“Bath first and then maybe we can continue this later.”

“Yes, Daddy,” he whispers against my lips.

Whit walks me to the security checkpoint, and now he’s holding my hand like he can keep me here if he holds on tight enough.

Before I go, we need to have the talk.

“I know that this is going to be tough on you, but I don’t want you finding someone else to suck you.”

“I don’t want that either, but I don’t want to pump. I want you.” He pouts adorably.

“How about if you video call me whenever you need to pump?”

“You want to watch me?”

“I do.”

“Do you like it?” His eyes dip low like he can’t face me.

“Very much.” More than I ever thought I would. “I’m really going to miss the taste of your sweet milk.”

“You are?”

“Yep. Now I’m going to have to have a boring midnight snack like popcorn or ice cream.” I make a yucky face.

“Oh yes, cause ice cream is so gross.”

“Compared to fresh milk, it is.” Whit flashes that adorable red color that even his beard can’t hide.

“Now give me a kiss because I have to go.”

“No,” he grumps.

“Alright. I’ll see you when I get back.” I turn to leave, and he shouts before pulling me into his arms.

“Sorry, I don’t want you to go.”

“I know, babe.” I run my fingers up and down his back. “It won’t be that long.”

“Anytime is too long.” He pauses. “I’m sorry I’m being so clingy.”

“Hey, don’t worry. I like knowing you’ll miss me, and it’s nice to have someone to come home to.”

“Really?”

“Yes, now can I have that kiss?” I try again, and he smiles before lowering his lips to mine.

“I’ll miss you.”

“Me too.”

I sneak one more kiss and pull myself from his arms. He doesn’t leave as I walk through pre-check, and I give him a wave before he’s out of my sight.

My heart clenches, and while I feel so pathetic that I’m this hung up on a guy, I can’t wipe the smile from my face.