Page 26 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

WHIT

“Are you sure you know how to handle one of these?” Daddy grips my waist tight as I stand to balance the bike.

“I ride them all the time. Now snuggle as tight to me as you need and don’t fight the motion of the bike. If I lean, you lean with me.”

“Okay, but be careful. I don’t want to have a closed casket because my face was smeared all over the pavement.”

I chuckle and start off slowly down the road. Leo gasps, and I can feel his nails through my coat.

He starts to relax, but then I really open it up once we hit the main road outside of the city.

Daddy yelps and pulls himself even tighter to me.

“Be careful!” he shouts, and I listen, but just barely. I’m really good at weaving, and going fast is more fun. Plus, the way he wraps himself around me has me warm in all the right places.

The miles zip by as we make our way up to the cabin.

It’s our first vacation in three months, and Daddy is tired. He needs this time off, but it was hard to convince him to leave our babies with Izzy and Joe. Leo’s so attached to Ginger and Hermes that sometimes even I get jealous.

Not really, but I like to tease that they’re more important than me.

That usually gets me an “I love you more than them” blowjob and who would say no to that?

Although sometimes the cats come in and watch, and that’s weird.

Especially when they’re staring down at us from their kitty thrones on the wall.

With Leo around, Winter and her kittens are the most spoiled cats in the history of the world, and they used to worship cats in Egypt.

“The next right turn.” He points to a smaller side road.

I nod and slow down. When I clear the corner, there is nothing but smooth open road in front of us. Daddy would definitely say no if he knew what I was thinking. So I don’t ask, I just hit the gas and burn down the long private road to the cabin.

“Whit! Seriously, slow down.” He says that, but I can hear the joy in his voice and also the concern, so I slow down and finish the drive at a respectable speed.

Well, I think about slowing down, but we’re almost there, so I finish the drive strong but also safely.

The look on Daddy’s face says he might not agree.

Leo gets off the bike first and unbuckles his chin strap. “You are in so much trouble, mister.” He jabs me in the chest, but his eyes are sparkling with laughter.

“I slowed down when you asked.”

“The first time, but not just now.” He rips his helmet off and tries to work his hair into submission. “You need to listen better.” Then he does the hottest thing ever and kisses my helmet where my mouth would be.

I rip it off, hoping for a real kiss, but my helmet catches on my nose, and I flinch.

“Stupid helmet.”

“It keeps that pretty little head of yours safe.” He teases, and I grab him into my arms.

“Little?” I tickle him for a moment before stopping and looking into his eyes. “Did you have fun riding?”

“It was better than I thought it would be.” His voice is casual as he glares at me, daring me to call him out on his lie.

“You loved it.” I smirk, and he laughs.

“Fine, it was fun. I’d be willing to give it a few more tries before I say no for good.”

“That’s the spirit.” I grab his hand and lead him?—

“Wait,” he whispers. “Look.”

I can’t see what he’s pointing at, but when I lower down, I see the rabbit nibbling on some flowers.

“He’s so cute. Can you get a picture?” I whisper back.

“Already did.” He wiggles his phone.

“Thanks.”

Ever since I painted the kitten picture for Izzy, I’ve been painting from reference photos, and I think I’ve gotten really good at it.

“I’m going to get pictures of all the best wildlife for you, but nothing sad like those wildlife documentaries that always have to show you one video of something cute dying. Why do they have to ruin it with things that stay in my nightmares forever?”

“People like animal violence.” I shrug.

“People are the worst.” He rolls his eyes.

“I don’t want to see animals get hurt.”

“I know you don’t, babe, so only cute, pretty, or majestic creatures for you.”

“What kind of majestic creatures do you have in these woods?”

“Unicorns.”

“You lie!” I gasp.

“Nope, Izzy swears he found his unicorn in these very woods.”

“If he has a unicorn, why haven’t I seen it?” We’ve spent a lot of time together recently, and I’ve not seen any unicorns.

“He must be shy.”

“I still don’t believe you.”

“Ask him.”

“I will,” I grumble, but I’m not really upset. Maybe he meant Winter was a unicorn, but like metaphorically, not literally.

“Come on. Let’s get the stuff inside and make dinner. Once we get settled, I was thinking I could take you on the back porch.”

I swear I hear the record screech in my brain. “Wait. What?”

He steps closer and wraps his slim body around my much bigger one. “There’s no one around for miles. Just you, me, and your dick flapping in the breeze. Oh, and the squirrels.”

I bark a laugh. “Squirrels.”

“Seriously, they’re little creeps.”

“I’ll keep an eye for them.”

“Good call.” He tugs my chin, and I bend to kiss him.

“Thanks for bringing me here.” I rest my head on top of his.

“No problem. I like having you here and all to myself.” He roughly grabs my ass. “Now, let’s get settled in and make dinner.”

“Are you getting cold, babe?”

My eyes open as I take stock.

I’m sitting in my Daddy’s lap after he loved on me so good, and now I have no desire to move from this spot ever again.

He chuckles as I squirm even closer to his warm naked body. “Nope, I’m good.”

“Really?” He laughs as I rub my face in his neck like a cat.

“Your beard tickles.”

“Not sorry.”

“Well, if you’re still comfortable, we can stay out here. The chilly air is bracing after all that exercise we just did.”

I nod and relax back into him.

No one has ever made me happier than him. He makes me feel free and like I can be who I truly am. Then a shiver racks my body, and Daddy tries to get me to stand up. I grumble and grip him tighter.

“Just real quick. We’ll get a blanket, I’ll light a fire, and we can get right back to snuggling.”

“Do you have s’mores?”

“What kind of Daddy do you take me for?!” He pretends to clutch his pearls and gasps at me. The look is totally ruined by the fact that he’s naked. “Of course I’ve got s’mores.”

I watch as Leo grabs a blanket from the hall closet and sits back down again. He pats the space between his bare thighs. “Come here, babe.”

I lie down with my back to his chest, and he pulls the blanket over both of us.

“This is nice.” I snuggle in his arms.

“Very.” He kisses the top of my head. We sit quietly for a moment before he breaks the silence. “I have a new trip coming up.”

I sigh heavily. “Where to this time?”

“The home office in Korea.”

“Seriously!?” I hate when he leaves because then I need to pump. Well, not just that. There are lots of other important reasons.

“Can’t you say no? Wait. It’s not your turn anyways. In fact, it’s Steph’s. I know it.”

“It’s an awards dinner.”

“Awards?”

“Yep, I’ve kicked ass, and now they want to reward me,” he purrs in my ear. “I’ve got a plus-one.”

“Yeah, and I’ve got to work.” I pout.

“You know.” His voice gets low and teasing. “You could quit your job and travel with me. You can study art in all the different countries we travel to.”

“This has nothing to do with you wanting to be my sugar daddy?” We’ve had this talk a few times, and something in his caveman brain is telling him he needs to be the sole provider and take care of his mate.

While my caveman brain likes it, my responsible brain doesn’t think I should want to be a kept man.

“Just a suggestion.” I feel his casual shrug.

But why the hell not?

I could travel the world and see all kinds of new and interesting things. I could keep him company when he’s off, and at night, I wouldn’t have to miss my Daddy. I could greet him with a nice warm drink of milk and a handy.

“Okay,” I agree.

“Okay what?”

“I want to travel the world with you.”

“Really?” He gasps and hugs my neck.

“Yeah.”

“Will you move in with me too?” His grip gets even tighter, and I struggle to speak.

“I’ll have to since I’ll be jobless.”

“Don’t worry, babe. Daddy will take care of you.”

“You always do.” I pat his arms and his hold relaxes, but I can still feel his body thrumming with excitement.

“Now you can focus on your dreams of becoming an artist, and I can focus on you.”

“I love you.” The words just slip out, and he grins.

“I love you too.” I get a gentle kiss, and then he grabs his phone.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m hiring the movers.”

“Seriously?” A laugh escapes my throat.

“Then you can’t change your mind.” He looks down at me and asks innocently, “Would you like me to send your resignation letter too?”

“I think I can manage it myself.”

“But I’m already done.”

He hands his phone to me so I can read the professional, and surprisingly profanity-free email. There’s no way he typed all of that in the fifteen seconds since I agreed to move in with him.

“You’ve had that written for weeks,” I accuse playfully.

“Months, actually.”

“We’ve only been together for three months.”

“I haven’t exactly been subtle with my hints about you quitting.”

“As subtle a sledgehammer,” I tease, and he tickles my sides. “But seriously, I want to do this because of you. Yes, I hate my job, but it keeps me from you, and I don’t like it when you’re gone.”

“You could have agreed weeks ago,” he grumbles into my hair.

“I wasn’t ready. I’ve worked for the same company since I was fifteen. It’s hard to let that go.”

“I understand. You’re leaving the life you know for something new and exciting, and trusting me to take care of you in every way. It’s the most special gift you could ever give me.”

“When you put it that way, how can I say no?”

“It’s too late now. Movers are already on their way.”

“No, they aren’t,” I challenge, and he shrugs. “You didn’t send my resignation letter yet, did you?”

He starts to get up. “Who’s ready for s’mores?”

“Daddy, you didn’t!” I use my weight to push him back into the chair.

“Fine, I didn’t. Yet.” Then he bites my shoulder, and I gasp. “But you better do it soon or I will. Now up.” I grumble but climb off of him. I’ll do just about anything for s’mores.

“I’ve never roasted anything over a fire while naked before,” I say as I stand naked over a fire with a marshmallow on a stick.

“You’ve been missing out,” Daddy says equally naked next to me.

“What if my nuts catch fire?”

“I’ll blow them out.” He waggles his eyebrows.

I bark a laugh. “You’re terrible.”

“But you love me.”

“I really do.”

“Oh, here.” He rushes over and grabs my stick from the fire. That’s when I notice my marshmallow is on fire. Daddy puts the fire out and grabs two graham crackers. “Let me get that.” He uses the crackers to pull the marshmallow off, and then he makes my sandwich.

“Be careful, babe. Your chest is naked. I don’t want you to drip hot chocolate all over— On second thought. If you drip chocolate, then I could have chocolate milk. Go ahead and eat it.”

I take a big bite and laugh when he wipes my face right away. “You take such good care of me.”

“And I always will because you’re my boy.”

My chest swells with emotion until I feel the chocolate fall against my skin, and I hiss.

“Here, let me get that.” The change in his tone lets me know that this feeding is going to lead to sexy times.

“Best Daddy ever,” I whisper when his tongue swipes over my chest.