Page 2 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

LEO

I probably didn’t actually need to come to the bar in order to trick my dad into coming for the Lactin Brotherhood event, but the idea of hooking up was too strong to ignore.

So here I am looking hot AF in my tightest jeans and a black tank.

Since this isn’t specifically a gay bar, I didn’t want to be too “out there” and attract the wrong kind of attention. Stupid bigot jerks.

Thankfully, my gaydar is rarely wrong, so I haven’t had any close calls.

Speaking of calls, well, text because who calls nowadays.

Too drunk to drive home. Come get me at Sulley’s , I text Dad, and his response is immediate.

Are you serious?

As the plague.

There’s a pause, and I smile. I can just see him sitting there on his couch debating with himself. “ I should let him find his own way home. He’s an adult .” But he’d never leave me or anyone else who asked for help.

Fine.

With that settled, I scan the bar from the back to the front, and there I see him. My prey for the night.

Fuck, he’s sexy. He’s got a dark red faux hawk that’s cut close on the sides and a beard that comes down a few inches to his chest. But what really gets me is the flannel shirt.

I know it’s cliche, but something about a big thick man looking like a lumberjack really hits all of my sweet spots.

It’s hard to say how tall he is because he’s sitting, but he’s a head above everyone around him.

I love a guy that’s bigger than me. Someone who could easily destroy me but lets me take control.

There’s no greater high than that.

So I adjust my dick and saunter over to him. He notices my approach and turns to face me with his thighs spread wide. That’s a good sign, so I don’t waste time and walk right between them, accepting his clear invitation.

I give him a cheeky grin and commence with the small talk.

“Do you come here often?”

A small smile creeps over his handsome face, and when he opens his mouth to answer, I jump back in.

“Great, let’s fuck.”

He laughs now and grabs my hips, pulling me in close.

“Forward,” he rumbles in my ear. “I like that.”

“I know what I want, so why waste time?” I move my hands up his thighs and to the button on his jeans.

“Are you this bossy in bed?” His voice vibrates through me.

“I am.” Here’s where I might lose him. “I’m a very bossy top.”

He just stares wide-eyed at me for a moment, and I’m about to step away from him cause if he doesn’t bottom, this doesn’t happen.

“That’s good because I’m a pillow princess.”

Be still my heart. A big guy that I can boss around and just wants me to fuck him.

Hell to the yeah.

“I’d be happy to fuck you, princess. Take me to your palace.”

Normally I’m all about the quick-and-dirty fucks in the bathroom, cause then there’s no awkward goodbyes at the end of the night. Tonight, though, I need to get out of here so d-Dad doesn’t find me.

I hold out my hand.

He gives me a blinding smile and reaches out.

His sleeves are rolled up, and his forearms are covered in dark red hair that leads up his arms to massive shoulders.

This man is already perfect, but then he stands and I have to crane my neck to look at him.

I swear my dick squirts pre-cum into my panties.

“Damn, I love a big boy,” I purr.

“And I love a toppy twink.”

“That’s good, because this ass is mine.” I grab it roughly. “Now out the door.”

“Yes, sir.”

He leads me through the club and to a very nice, but not flashy, black sedan.

“Oh wait. Can we take a picture? I tricked my dad into coming tonight by telling him I was too drunk to drive.”

“Are you?” I get the feeling he would shut this down if I was drunk.

He has standards, and I like that.

“No, I just got here then I found you, so there was no reason to keep looking.” I press up tight against him and lean up for a kiss. He doesn’t disappoint and gives me a sweet peck.

“Where do you live?”

He tells me his address, and then we snap a quick selfie. I send it to Izzy because he’s my bestie and for safety reasons. Always let someone know where you’re going.

I’ll wait to send it to Dad. He should be getting to the club in exactly seven minutes. How do I know this? Because I have a tracker on his phone. And on Mom’s and Izzy’s.

The world is a crazy fucking place, and I want to know where my family is at all times.

My sexy lumberjack opens the door for me.

I normally like to be the one to do those types of things, but we just met and he doesn’t know my preferences.

“Such a gentleman,” I purr and stand on the door frame to give him a kiss before I climb into the passenger’s side. Once he’s in his seat, I lean across his body and drag his seatbelt slowly across his chest to buckle him in.

“Thanks, Daddy,” he purrs, and it’s hard to tell if he’s offended or enjoying it.

I’m not a Daddy, but it sounds so good coming from his plush lips. So I lean over and give him a kiss.

This time, it’s a real kiss with tongues. Too bad the angle is so awkward I can’t get my body flush with his. I decide we need to get to a bed now, or a flat surface in a semi-private space. I’m not picky. I want more of this man, and I’m going to take it, but not in his car.

“What’s your name?” I ask when I pull back.

“Whit,” he whispers and tries to follow my lips. He already looks fucked out, and his dick is trying to say hello through his tight jeans.

“I’m Leo, and don’t bother asking me what it’s short for.

“Must be something embarrassing then,” he teases.

“Just drive. I really need to get my dick in you.” I grab it for emphasis, and he licks his lips. “Now hurry up and we might have time for two rounds.” I run my tongue around his ear and then whisper, “I know you want to suck my dick.”

“I do.”

I sit back down and check my phone while he pulls into traffic.

Dad is three minutes away.

“Why are you trying to trick your dad to a bar?” he asks.

“He needs to get out more, and a few guys he knows were going to be at that bar tonight.”

“Won’t he realize that you’re just trying to get him there then?”

“He doesn’t know these guys are out.” I laugh. “I just outed them.”

“It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone that some guys at a bar might be gay.” He pauses. “Why doesn’t he want to go out with his friends?”

“Because he’s a lonely crab.”

Whit laughs, and I like the sound of it. It’s a deep tone, but it’s filled with happiness.

“If it wasn’t for me, he would never leave his apartment, and he would have never agreed to going out, so I had to trick him. Then I had to leave, otherwise he’d use it as an excuse to get me home as soon as possible. What better reason to leave than I have a hook-up?”

“So you’re using me?!” He mock gasps.

“I didn’t have to come out. I could’ve texted him from anywhere. But make no mistake, I will be using your body tonight.”

The big man shivers.

“I’m cool with that.” He pulls into a parking garage.

I run my hand up his thigh and over his lap.

“Just cool with that?”

“I’m very—” He jumps when I outline the tip of his dick with my fingers. “Excited.”

“Good.” I give his dick a good squeeze and then open my door. He moves to open his, and I stop him.

“Wait for me to come get you out.”

He looks at me funny and then gives me a slight smile.

“Okay.”

I get out and reposition my dick that is already drooling at the thought of getting into this man’s body.

When I open his door, he just stares at my crotch for a moment.

“How did you even get these on? They’re so tight I could see your dick print from the door of the club.”

“Impressed?” I purr.

“Very.” He gives it a nuzzle, and I thrust against his face. “Now let’s see how well you handle it.”

Challenge accepted.