Page 18 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

WHIT

This suuuucks.

I miss Daddy, and it’s only been a few hours since I left him at the airport. What am I going to do for however long he’s gone?

What if he isn’t back before I leave for New York? Maybe I should just cancel.

Nah, I miss my mom and sisters, but not my dad. I could go a few more months or years before seeing him again.

I sigh and throw myself down on the couch while I decide what to do.

I could go out, but I don’t have anyone to go with me, so that would be boring.

I’d go see a movie if there was anything worth seeing, but I’m tired of superhero movies.

I could sum all of them up in two sentences.

“ The bad guy’s going to beat the hell out of the good guy, and when it looks like the good guy couldn’t possibly take anymore, he beats the hell out of the bad guy and wins. The end. ”

The gym it is then.

“Hey, man. Would you be able to spot me?” I look up at the large man who’s walked over to the mirror where I’m doing biceps curls. “My friend can’t help because he’s too weak.” He points over his shoulder at a slim man, but I wouldn’t call him weak. Slim guy flips his friend off, and he laughs.

“Sure, I got you.”

He clasps my hand in a strong grip. “Awesome. I’m Bailey.”

I wipe my face off with a towel and follow him to the bench. “Whit.”

“Good to meet you. This is Jordan.”

Jordan gives me a fist bump. “Hey. Thanks for helping. I’m not weak like Bailey said, but I can’t press as much as this beast, and I’m scared his Da— boyfriend will be upset with me if he gets hurt.”

Bailey winks at me. “He’s very stern.”

Jordan was going to say Daddy. I’m almost sure of it, but that would be rude to ask, so I leave it alone and stand behind the bench.

“Okay, what’s our goal today?”

“Three seventy-five,” Bailey says proudly, but Jordan jumps back in.

“Three sixty.”

“Three seventy,” Bailey counters.

“Fine, but if you hurt yourself, Alistair is going to paint your ass red.” Jordan laughs and then glances at me with wide worried eyes.

“Don’t mind me. I enjoy a good spanking myself.”

Jordan looks relieved, and Bailey laughs before he lies down and grabs the bar. “I’m ready. Let’s do this.”

“How many reps?” I ask.

“As many as I can.”

“And how many is that?”

“Twenty-five to thirty.”

“Alright, show me what you got.”

“We were going to get some lunch. You want to join us?” Bailey asks as we head to the locker room.

I finished out my workout with the two of them, and they’re a riot.

“Sure, but you guys pick. I’m kinda new here still, so I don’t know a lot of places.”

“No problem. What are you in the mood for?” Jordan asks.

“Carbs.” I sigh longingly.

“Yes!” Bailey agrees.

“Fine, but you need protein too or your pissing match on the bench press would be for nothing,” Jordan grumps.

Bailey and I might have gotten a bit carried away trying to outdo each other, and I’m going to be sore as hell later, but it was fun.

“Oh, I know! Millie’s!” Bailey cheers.

“Perfect,” Jordan agrees.

“I’ve never been there. Is it far?”

“Nah, about fifteen minutes.”

“Let’s shower and change, and you can follow us.”

After a quick shower, we’re on our way and are quickly seated in a cozy but somewhat rundown diner.

“Millie makes the best breakfast,” Jordan gushes as he takes a seat.

“Just breakfast?” A kind-looking woman steps up behind him and places her hands on her hips.

Bailey kisses her on the cheek before taking his seat. “All of your food is terrific.”

“Suck-up,” Jordan whispers.

“Thank you, dear.” She pats Bailey’s shoulder. “And who is your friend?”

“Oh, this is Whit. He’s new in town, and we wanted to make sure he knew where the best restaurant was,” Jordan says.

“Now who’s the suck-up,” Bailey whispers.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

“Please, call me Millie. Are you a police officer too?”

I look at the two men I’m seated with, but they both have their noses in the menu.

“No, I’m in finance.”

“Ah, a numbers man.”

“Not by choice, but…” I trail off.

“I think that you’ll find just the right thing for you very soon.” What the hell? Is she some kind of fortune teller? “Now I’m going back to the kitchen, but I’ll get you some cookies before you go.”

“Thanks, Millie,” Bailey and Jordan both say.

“So, what’s good?”

“Everything,” Bailey answers. “I’m going for the steak and eggs over hash browns.”

“I’m ordering the pancakes?—”

“And you were giving us shit!” I gasp, and Bailey seconds my outrage.

“You didn’t let me finish.” Jordan pauses, and we wait.

“Well?” Bailey asks.

“I’m finished.”

Bailey swats his arm with a menu. “You brat.”

“Fine, I’ll get some bacon too. What about you Whit?”

“I’m thinking pasta.”

“Yum,” Jordan says, but Bailey rubs his arm. He almost looks shy.

“Could it not be the shrimp pasta? I’m allergic.” He holds his breath like I’m going to be a dick about it.

“Of course! I’d never want to risk you having a reaction.”

The sigh he lets out is pure relief.

“He’s more worried about the reaction his man will have if he has a reaction,” Jordan teases.

“He worries, and I’d rather not have him come with me and threaten the chef every time I go out to eat.”

“Sounds serious,” I add.

“It can be.”

Our server comes over, and I order the spicy chicken pasta with extra chicken and a glass of milk.

“So I heard you say you were in finance,” Jordan starts.

“Yeah, my dad was a banker, and his dad, and his dad. Blah, blah, blah. It’s good money, but I hate it.”

“I get that. My family is all military for life, but I only stayed in for four years and then I became a cop.”

“How’d they take that?”

“Okay.” Jordan bobbles his head.

“What about you?” I ask Bailey.

“My family was a little disappointed when I didn’t try to get drafted, but football is hard work, and I was done with two-a-days.”

“You played in college?”

“Yep.”

“He could have gone pro, and centers make a ton of money.”

“That makes sense. You are a beast,” I praise.

“Thanks for noticing,” he flirts, but I can tell it’s playful, not serious. “My… boyfriend likes it too.”

I’m going to ask and hope I don’t offend him. “When you talked about him earlier, Jordan almost said Daddy, didn’t he?”

They exchange a worried look.

“I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable but—” Bailey starts, and I jump to cut him off.

“I didn’t mean like that. I was just curious, not judging.”

“Oh, well then, yes, I have a Daddy. He’s stern and hot as hell,” Bailey says proudly, and Jordan nods.

“He needs a Daddy to keep him in line.”

“Really, mister ‘I can’t sleep without running a hundred miles before bed.’”

“I don’t need a Daddy to help me sleep.”

“But you do need a master.”

“Let’s not scare Whit off right away.”

“No, it’s okay.” I can tell these guys. They seem open and cool. “I have a Daddy too.”

“Really?” Jordan seems surprised, but Bailey is unfazed and holds out his fist for a bump.

“Nice. Isn’t it the best?”

“It’s still really new.”

“You have questions, I can tell,” Bailey sings, and since he’s offering, I just dive right in.

“How do I know if I’m doing it right?”

“There’s no right or wrong way to play or regress. It’s whatever works for the two of you.”

“But what if I’m not sure what I like, and I don’t want to ask for something that he’ll think is weird and then he leaves me.”

“Communication,” Jordan says.

“Ugh, that’s the Daddy’s job.” Bailey throws his head back and whines.

“It applies to all relationships. Especially the kinky ones.”

“Stop sounding so reasonable or I’ll muzzle you myself.”

“I’d like to see you try.” The two glare at each other before Jordan turns back to me. “Sorry. Just do what feels comfortable, and if something isn’t right, speak up.”

“I’ll try, but I like this guy so much, and he’s just as new as I am. In fact, he’s never been in a relationship before.”

“Is he young?”

“Twenty-six.”

“That’s not bad. Maybe he’s been busy sowing his wild oats,” Bailey says.

“What a stupid expression.” Jordan laughs.

“Yeah, I think he’s ready to settle down, but what if he decides being with one man is boring and he wants to go back to sowing his wild oats?”

“Maybe he’s ready to settle down because he found you,” Jordan says wisely.

“He did mention that before, but he didn’t invite me home to meet his family.” I look down at my lap.

“Maybe his family sucks,” Bailey adds.

“Nah, he talks about how awesome his dad is,” I answer.

“How long have you been together?” Jordan asks.

“Um, a few weeks.” My hands twist.

“Hey, in relationships with a power exchange, the trust builds much quicker.” Jordan pats my back. “Do you feel like it’s moving too fast?”

“No.”

“Has he given you any reason to doubt him?”

“No, he’s been amazing and spoiling the hell out of me.”

“Daddies like to do that,” Bailey chimes back in.

“Then I would say take it one day at a time and don’t be offended if he needs more time, because all of this is new to him.”

“Yeah, and have fun,” Bailey adds just as our food arrives. “Oh, you should come to dinner with us one night! You’d fit right in!”

“I’d like that. Thanks.”

“Alright, boys. Lunch is served.”

There’s a knock at my door, and I smile but sigh. Leo spoils the hell out of me, and while I don’t need any of it, my apartment is looking more like a home than a bachelor pad/exam room.

When I open it, I find an easel and huge white bag.

I suck in a deep breath. Did he get me real paints?

I don’t know how to paint with real paint, but I’d like to try, so I bring the easel in and get it set up in my living room since it’s just a one-bedroom apartment. Then I go back to grab the bag.

Damn, this bag is heavy, and I’m in good shape. What did he all buy?

There’s a note on top.

It doesn’t need to be perfect, just give it a try. XOXO Daddy.

I miss my Daddy.

He really is the best. I want to text him and tell him thank you, but I’d like to get started on something, and I can show him later when he calls. He texted me when he landed so I knew he was safe, but he went right to work. We’re going to video call later.

I dig around in the bag, and I can’t even imagine how he knew what to order and how much all of this cost.

I swear, this man.

Okay, let’s separate them so I know what I have.

There’s a bunch of canvases. Some are small and some are medium, but there’s one large one. I’ll start with that.

Now the paint.

There’s oil paint, acrylic paint, watercolors, and something called gouache. I’ll have to look that one up later.

I decide to start with the acrylic paint because it seems the easiest to use.

What to paint, though?

Nothing jumps to mind right away, so I take a pretty blue color and paint a line on the canvas. Not bad, so I grab a green and paint another line.

This is fun!

So I keep painting, even though I wouldn’t call it a picture. The colors are pretty, so I keep blending.

My phone ringing startles me from my work. When I step back to grab it, I notice my work. It’s not too bad, and the colors feel happy, free.

Smiling, I answer the phone.

“Hi, Daddy. How was your flight?”

“So fucking long. I mean sooooo long.”

“Did you sleep or watch a movie?”

“I did both, but still, long.”

“What’s going on at work?”

“A bunch of idiots did some idiot stuff, and now I need to untangle their mess and figure out what they did because it’s fucked.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah, I’m getting tired of all this bullshit.”

“Maybe it’s just the time of year?”

“No. They’re stupid every day of the year.”

I laugh. “That’s mean.”

“It’s also true.”

“I’m sorry you’re not having any fun. Would you like to see what I’ve been doing?”

His face lights up. “Of course!”

“First of all, thank you for my present.”

“No problem. I wanted you to have something to keep you busy while I’m gone.”

“Okay. I hope you like it, but don’t make fun of it if it sucks.”

“I would never make fun of you, big boy.”

“Just everyone else?” I tease.

“Almost everyone else. Now show me.”

I hesitate before I turn the camera so he can see the painting.

He gasps. “Oh, babe! It’s beautiful.”

“Really?”

“Yes, just look at all those colors. It’s so… happy.”

“That’s what I thought too.”

“How long did that take you?”

“About—” Then I stop and think about it. What the hell time was it? What time is it now? “Holy shit. Three and a half hours.”

“Time flies when you’re having fun, and it looks like you got distracted and forgot about your needs.”

When his eyes trail down, I blush and cover my nips.

“Don’t hide from me, baby boy. Daddy likes seeing you leak, but it’s naughty.” His words turn sultry. “You need to take better care of yourself and not waste my milk, or I might have to punish you.”

He said his milk, and the thought makes my dick so hard I could pound nails with it.

“Whit?”

“Huh?”

“I said you should go and pump.”

“But we just started talking!”

“I’m going to watch, remember?”

“Oh, right.”

“I don’t have to if it makes you nervous.”

“No, I’m not nervous.”

Leo smiles and looks down. “Let me see you.” I raise my arms and lift my shirt off as I go. “Hell yeah. You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Really?”

“You know I think so, boy.” Leo licks his lips, and his eyes blaze with heat. “Look at you leaking.” He doesn’t sound mad but turned on as hell. “Your milk is just bursting to come out.”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Why don’t you squeeze them for me?”

“But I’ll leak even more.”

“Do what Daddy says,” he snaps, and I shiver before quickly reaching to my chest. I gently massage my pecs, and the milk starts dripping more steadily. “Yeah, pinch your nipples.”

“But Daddy—” I whine before he cuts me off.

“Ask me again and there will be consequences.” His Daddy voice is strong, and I want to obey him.

I cry out and pinch so hard that the spray hits my phone screen this time.

“Damn, boy. You’ve got some range.”

We both laugh, and the sexual tension that was building has been broken. I’m kinda bummed, but in-person sex is better than phone sex.

“Why don’t you clean up a bit and then get your pump? You can tell me all about your day while I watch you with hungry eyes.” He waggles his eyebrows, and I just grin like a fool.

Is it too soon to be in love?