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

LEO

I was planning on heading right up to the cabin to join my dad and Izzy, but when Whit told me his flight was canceled and he couldn’t go home, I decided he was coming with me.

I don’t know what was holding me back. Whit has been amazing since the beginning, but still, I never thought this day would come.

Me bringing home a guy to meet my family.

Izzy is going to give me so much shit. I smile at the thought. I’m going to have to focus on finding him his forever Daddy because he’s starting to latch onto my dad, and everyone knows you don’t fall for straight guys. Especially if they raised you.

Gross.

Maybe he’d like the Lactin Brotherhood. There are a lot of guys there and maybe one would be “the one” for him. But what if he thinks it’s weird?

“What up, bitches,” I yell as I come into the kitchen and drop my shit on the counter. “I brought you both something, and something for me—” I eye the two of them as I round the corner into the living room, and they’re looking anywhere but at me.

That’s not suspicious at all.

“What’s happening here?” I ask.

“We’re watching Christmas movies without you,” Dad says.

“No, you both look guilty.”

“Not guilty, we’re surprised and happy to see you,” Izzy adds.

“Then where’s my hug?” I open my arms.

“I was just?—”

“He was falling asleep and you woke him up,” Dad answers. I want to call bullshit, but then Whit walks in behind me.

“Holy shit! Did you bring someone for Christmas?” Izzy gasps and runs over to meet Whit. “Damn, he is hot.” Izzy circles him. “Hi, I’m Izzy.”

My dad coughs, and Izzy grins at him before turning back to my date.

“Alright, back off and find your own lumberjack.”

“I don’t want a lumberjack, I want a Daddy.”

Whit laughs and shakes Izzy’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Izzy. My name is Whit, and I’m not actually a lumberjack, but the look makes all the boys...” He pauses and shoots my dad a look.

“Panties drop?” Izzy finishes.

“Hey, just my panties now,” I hiss. He’s my boy.

Whit gives me a pretty smile before he answers.

“Just your?—”

“Oh god.” Dad stands from the couch and shakes Whit’s hand. “I’m Joe, Leo’s dad .”

“Pleasure to meet you, sir,” Whit says like a suck-up.

“He’s got manners.” Izzy nudges me. “Unlike you.”

I shove Izzy, and he knocks into my dad. “Fuck off, I have man— Why are you still holding onto him?” This is weird.

“You pushed him,” Dad says and lets him go.

“It was a light push,” I defend.

“I’m still injured.” Iz pouts and holds up his cast.

“Oh man, that sucks. Can I sign your cast?” Whit asks.

Izzy looks surprised, like he’d never even thought about it. “Sure you can, but not him. He’d draw dicks on it.”

I laugh. “You know me too well.”

“I’m glad you made it here early.” Dad gives me a hug.

“He would have been earlier, but he insisted on stopping to pick me up,” Whit tells them.

“Oh my god! This is so exciting. Leo’s never brought a guy home, ever,” Izzy tells Whit. “He’s more of a hit?—”

“Izzy,” Dad warns, and he stops talking.

Something is weird here. That’s when I notice the cat tower I sent for the cat they found in the snow and named Winter.

“Hey, where’s my pretty niece? I really want to squeeze her fluffy cheeks.”

“Oh, she’s around somewhere,” Izzy says. “She gets nervous whenever the doorbell rings.”

“Which it has been doing a lot of recently because someone is ordering too much stuff,” Dad accuses me.

“I will not apologize for spending my money on my family.” I pat Whit’s tummy. “I only got you a few things.”

“Aww, you didn’t need to get me anything.” This boy is so sweet.

“A few are for me,” I purr, and Whit blushes. He’s so pretty.

“Leo, why don’t you go put your stuff in your room,” Dad says, “and I’ll make up the couch for Whit.”

What the fuck is he talking about? Whit is sleeping with me— Oh. I laugh out loud.

“Good one, Dad.” He grins at me. “Although where is Izzy going to sleep now? I’m sure he doesn’t want to hear me and Whit?—”

“For the love of god, do not finish that sentence,” Dad begs, and I laugh again.

“Come on and catch me up?” Izzy grabs my arm and pulls me out of the room. I look back and see Whit smiling at me as he watches me go. He’ll be okay with Dad for a little while.

Izzy shuts the door and hugs me. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” It feels so good to hug him. “How are you really feeling?”

“Still sore, but it’s not as bad.” Izzy waves his hand. “Enough about me. You brought a guy home?”

“Well, he was supposed to go home and visit his family, but with all the snow, his flight was canceled, and I didn’t want him to be alone.”

Izzy is just smiling at me. “My slut is growing up,” he says proudly and hugs me again.

“Yeah, yeah,” I grumble and pat his back.

“What makes him so special that you would settle down for him?”

“He’s strong and confident, but not afraid to let go and let me lead.”

“Does he let you take care of him?”

“He does.”

“I knew it! You are so a Daddy!”

“Yes, you’ve told me before.”

“So I was right?” Izzy grins, and I glare. Like fuck am I going to say I was wrong.

“You were observant.” I downplay his excitement, but he doesn’t fall for it and just keeps smiling.

“Is he a Little?”

“We’re still exploring our options.”

“So diplomatic.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll tell me about his dick, but not if he likes to play with toys.”

“His dick is very nice.” I nod my head, and Izzy punches my arm.

“Gross.” He fake gags.

“It’s your turn now. I’m going to help you find the Daddy of your dreams.”

Izzy pales and his eyes widen. “It’s okay, I’m still healing and… stuff.”

“No, I’m sorry I never understood what you were looking for, and now that I have companionship, I realize what you were— are missing.”

“Maybe when I’m better and we get home.” He looks down, and I know he’s hiding something.

“What are you hiding?” I say sternly, and he can’t help but respond to my Daddy voice.

“Oh, well… I’m already seeing someone.”

“You are? Since when?” He had mentioned that he met someone at the bar.

“It’s new.”

“How new?”

“Umm…”

“Izaiah Louis Collins.”

“I’m seeing your dad.” He flinches.

“You what!?” I screech and drag Izzy down the hall by his good arm. That was not what I was expecting him to say, and how dare my dad do this? “There is no way you are fucking my best friend,” I shout at Dad.

As soon as we get close, Dad takes Izzy from me and hugs him tightly.

This isn’t happening. Right?

“Seriously? He’s the same age as me and has practically been your son?—”

“I’ve never thought of him as a son. He was your best friend, and I liked having him around because he’s a good influence?—”

“Urgh, god!” I throw up my arms.

“He’s a good influence on you, and he made you happy,” Dad finishes.

“Now I can make you both happy,” Izzy chimes in and then realizes how that sounds. “I didn’t mean in like that, well, not for you, but for Daddy.”

“You’re making it worse, baby.” Dad kisses the top of his head, and he nods.

“I’ll shut up now.”

Pet names, head kisses, and snuggling.

“How long has this been going on?”

“It just started this week,” Dad answers.

“So you’ve what? Been trapped together and couldn’t wait to have sex for a week, so you turned to each other?” I snap.

“It’s not like that.” Dad tries to explain, but I’m not hearing it.

“Yeah, you know I haven’t had sex in like four months,” Izzy adds.

“Don’t talk about sex,” I grumble and rub my temples. “He’s my dad and it’s weird. He’s like fifty.”

“Forty-four,” Izzy cuts in.

“I’m over thirty,” Whit adds helpfully.

“Whose side are you on?” I growl.

“No one’s.” He backs off.

“Izzy is hurt. You can’t take advantage of him in his vulnerable state. He wants a Daddy, and you’ve been playing along. Giving him false hope,” I continue.

“It’s not false,” Izzy shouts. “He’s my Daddy, and he takes care of me, and I take care of him.”

“How are you taking care of him with one hand?”

Izzy blushes now. “I didn’t mean sexually.”

“But you are having sex?”

“It didn’t start out as sex, but helping him with his—” Izzy shuts his mouth.

Helping him with what?

Oh hell no.

“You told him?” I turn and hiss at Dad. “The one secret that you made me promise to never tell anyone and you told him. You didn’t even tell me. I had to walk in on you to even know.”

“We were trapped in the house, and I didn’t have time to go home before I rushed to the hospital. And no, I didn’t tell him, he noticed.”

“And then you started fucking. You’re straight, you don’t just go gay.”

“Don’t try to label my sexuality when you don’t know what I’m feeling or thinking.”

“And when you’re tired of him, then what? I need to decide between the two of you.”

“I won’t—” Dad cuts himself off, and I can tell he’s close to losing his shit, but I’m already there.

“I just can’t believe that you went and did this without asking me or even telling me. How could you be so fucking selfish?”

“Selfish? I gave my whole life to you and your mother. I’ve never once had anything for myself, and now when I find someone that makes me happy, you call me selfish.”

“You—” I try to interrupt.

“No,” he snaps and cuts me off. “Do you know how much overtime I worked to pay for your school and child support to your mother? Everything I’ve ever done since I was eighteen was for someone else. Now it’s my turn to be selfish, and I want Izzy.”

“It’s—” I try again.

“If you take the time to calm down and think about this, you’ll be happy for us. We’re very good together,” Izzy tries, but I’m not hearing it, I’m too mad. So I storm off dramatically before I say something I’ll really regret.