Page 6 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

LEO

Holy hell.

Whit is amazing.

His body and hole are only part of it.

He’s funny and he let me take charge without getting all butt hurt about me being smaller than him.

And his sexy red hair…

Gah!

I palm my dick, which is getting hard all over again, but I need a break because chaffed dick is a thing.

It was totally worth it, though, because Whit is amazing.

Jesus. I need to get myself under control. I don’t date, and just because I’m in my mid-twenties doesn’t mean I’m ready to give up my slut status and settle down. There are so many dicks in the world. So many guys I have yet to fuck.

I can’t settle down.

A large yawn escapes me once I get out of the rideshare and into my car.

I’m fucking tired.

When I glance at my phone, I realize that it’s still early, so I can catch Iz before he goes to work. Then I can sleep at his house because I’m too tired to be driving. But first, and because I’m the best friend in the whole world, I stop to get him a soda and a coffee for me.

When I get to Izzy’s, I hear that he’s already in the shower, so I decide to make his lunch since he has a tendency to forget.

As soon as I hear the water shut off, I grab his soda and head to his room. His house is small and needs some work, but I am so proud of him for saving and being able to buy this place on his own.

When he opens the door, he almost jumps out of his skin.

“Jesus! You scared me.” I hand him his drink and smirk at him. “Thanks for this, but why are you up so early?”

“Maybe you should ask why I’m still up.” My voice is low and suggestive.

He spins to face me. “That lumberjack did not spend the whole night fucking you! There’s no way.”

“Of course not.” I pause for dramatic effect cause I know how much he hates it. “I fucked him the whole night. And let me tell you, I am worn out in the best way.” I suggestively swirl my tongue around my straw.

“Slut,” he teases affectionately and pulls on a shirt.

“Oh no. Don’t get dressed on my account.” I’m not interested in Iz sexually, but he’s so easy to tease, and his cheeks turn such a pretty red.

“So the whole night, huh?”

I sigh happily and throw myself onto his bed. “He was so good. I even let him give me his number.”

“No way.” He gasps. “No way. You’re one-and-done. The queen of fucking and running.”

“I know. No one ties me down.” I roll over and crawl down the bed so I can see his face. “But he let me fuck him, and not only that, he loved it!”

“My little slut is growing up.” He pats my head and pulls his briefs on under the towel.

“You don’t need to be shy. I’ve seen your dick before,” I tease.

“Didn’t you get enough last night?” he teases me back and pulls on his pants.

“But you’re so fun to tease.” I roll over again, and my head flops off the edge of his bed. This position gives me a naughty idea. “Hey, come here for a minute.”

He steps closer to me, but he’s hesitant, so I reach out and hook his belt loops, pulling him close.

“It’s the perfect height.” He steps back, and I roll over again to sit with my head resting on my hands. “You ever face-fuck someone here?”

“No! I could never.” Iz gasps like a prude. The only thing missing is the clutching of his imaginary pearls.

“You’re missing out.” I shrug.

“I’m fine with being a pillow princess bottom.”

“You can be a pillow princess top. Let the bottom ride you.”

“I—” His mouth gapes open and his cheeks turn an adorable shade of red.

“There’s nothing like a tight hole squeezing around your dick.” I hum in pleasure. “Promise me you’ll at least try it sometime.”

“I-it’s not. I’m not… in charge. I couldn’t ask.”

“You’re missing out,” I say again.

“Have you ever bottomed before?” he accuses.

“Of course, but the alpha in me is too strong. He hates being mounted.” It’s true, I hate being topped in any area of my life.

“You’re reading too many shifter books.”

“Never!” I gasp.

Iz goes back into the bathroom. “What did you do last night?” I ask, and I hear him drop something loudly into the sink. “You were being kind of secretive.”

“Nothing, I just went out for a drink,” he stammers, and I get up to go look at him. He’s hiding something.

“By yourself?” I ask from the doorway.

“No, I met someone there.”

That surprises me. “Like a date?” I know he’s looking for forever.

“I wish, but no, he’s just a friend.”

“I didn’t know you had any other friends.” I cackle and run as he chases me out of the bathroom and tackles me to the bed.

“Of course I do, you jerk.”

“But I’m your best friend.” I squirm and wiggle to get away from him, but I happen to like being tickled.

“The bestest.” He stops his assault. “Are you going to stay here?”

I think I should, I’m too fucking tired. So I roll over again and scoot up to the top of his bed before I grab his pillow and snuggle it close.

“Yeah, I think I will.”

“Underwear stays on,” he says sternly and cuts me off before I can joke about being commando. I might have left my panties at Whit’s house. Something for him to remember me by. “Then borrow a pair of mine.”

I grumble. Sleeping in tight jeans sucks.

Iz comes over and tucks me in before kissing my cheek.

“Love you,” he says.

“Love you too. Have a good day and don’t cut your arm off with a chainsaw.”

“One of these days I’m going to, and it’s going to be all your fault.”

“I’d still love you,” I mumble because I’m fading fast. “Oh, I made you lunch. It’s in the fridge. Don’t forget to grab it.”

“Lunch, right.”

I’m asleep before I even hear the front door close.

“Did you try restarting it?” I work with idiots.

“Why would that help? The screen is black,” Idiot snaps back. “It’s more than that.”

“Fine, let me walk you through some fixes.” I make sure my voice tells him he’s an idiot. “First, restart the computer.”

He huffs, but I assume does as I ask.

We wait in a tense silence until Idiot huffs again.

“Did that work?” I ask sweetly.

“Yes,” Idiot grumbles through his teeth.

“Then have a good day,” I say smugly and hang up. Idiots.

I normally don’t do help desk calls. I’m literally the head of all security and verification of programs that are being updated or designed.

Apparently, the stomach flu is going around the office and three employees called in.

It’s times like these that I’m glad I can work from home.

So I can sit around in my panties and call people idiots.

If they only knew.

“Tech support,” I answer the next call.

“Yeah, hi. I’m not sure what, um…” he stumbles.

Great, one of those calls.

“Let’s start with your location number.”

“Oh.” He gives me his number, and I log into his computer. Am I supposed to log into his personal work computer on standard tech support calls? Technically, no, but do I give a fuck? Also no. It gets to the root of the problem so much quicker. Like this guy is online shopping during work.

“Tell me what’s the issue?”

“Well, it’s just that my… Um.”

“Get to the point… please,” I tack on.

“My IX program is lagging, and I can’t open any files.”

“Did you try closing out some files?”

“Yeah, there’s nothing else open in IX.”

Idiots.

“Close down IX completely and then close down any other programs your computer might be running.” Part of the productivity plan will have our operating system slow to a crawl if you have unauthorized apps or websites open.

The monthly tech support memo reminds everyone of this, but obviously no one reads them.

“Oh, I don’t have anything?—”

“Yes, you do. Now close them down and let me know if that fixes the issue.”

“Okay, but I don’t have any…”

Tired of his lies, I bring one of his websites up to the front. A jewelry website. Must be looking for gifts. Then I bring up the one with online poker, and finally the biggest time waster of them all, YouTube.

He just mumbles in the background while I close all of his pages and reopen IX before I slap the tech support memo on his screen.

“Have a nice day.” I hang up and call my direct supervisor, Minjun.

He answers with a sigh. “No, I am not going to fire everyone for being stupid.”

“You should. But then there would be no one left, so I get why you can’t.”

“Leo, I’m sorry that you have to work the help desk, but?—”

“It’s fine. As long as you don’t mind paying me stupid money to do a job a monkey could do and me being snippy with the callers.”

Minjun sighs again. “I’m glad you called.”

Fuck.

“Oh, I got to go. My phone is ringing.”

“Leo,” he warns. “I would have called you soon.”

“Ugh, fine,” I whine like a teenager. “Where am I going?”

“East coast home office.”

That’s the worst.

“I need a driver.”

“I know,” Minjun says.

“Okay, good. What did they fuck up now?”

“You know what.” I’ve been able to hack into our sales software again. “I have seven people on that already. We need you to help them make the code.”

Write the code, but whatever.

“That’s not my job.” I don’t work as a team, and I have better things to do.

“You’ll get the standard overtime pay.”

It’s not the money. I don’t need it. Sure, I like having it, but I have better things to do than waste away in a hotel room. Like fuck lumberjacks.

“You remember I’m your boss, right?” Has Minjun been talking this whole time?

He might be my boss, but I’m the best there is. I didn’t graduate top of my class at the best school for tech in the country to be threatened by some middle management chump.

I do like Minjun, though, so I usually show him respect.

“You know they won’t like me coming in to help them.” I smile just thinking about the look on their faces when I step in.

“Yeah, well, my bosses are upset about our most important system having issues.”

“I’ll give them a list of pointers.”

“That won’t be enough.”

I groan. I used to love traveling for work, but now I hate it. I want to be home with my family and in my own comfy house.

I hate staying in hotels, no matter how many stars it has, and I always stay at the best hotel. Minjun has learned that, and his bosses agree that it’s worth it to keep me happy.

A crabby Leo is difficult to work with.