Page 8 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

WHIT

I’m just getting ready for bed when my phone chimes. It’s not that late, but I can’t think of anyone who would be texting me.

Unless it’s Leo!

Please let it be Leo. I cross my fingers and pray it’s him.

It’s a number I don’t recognize. It could be him.

How’s your ass? *Peach emoji*

A laugh bursts from me. It must be Leo, so I add his number to my phone.

I love the sting, especially when I’m in meetings. It makes me feel dirty.

You are a dirty boy. Letting me fuck you on the table.

I shiver and palm my dick. Just remembering it gets me all hot.

I’d let you fuck me anywhere.

Too bad I’m out of town, because I would really love to pound your ass.

I want that, but since he’s out of town, I better dial back the lust.

Where are you?

Company US headquarters in NY. I hate it here.

Me too, but I grew up there. Why do you hate it?

Too crowded, too much traffic, too much noise. Why do you hate it?

Too crowded, too much traffic, too much noise.

LOL

I do miss the food.

I can’t argue with the food selection, or the shopping.

Not one for shopping.

Gasp!

I have a few suits for work, but when I’m off, it’s jeans and flannels, so I don’t need much else.

I *heart emoji* flannels. Do you have any gray sweatpants?

No. But I have loose pajama pants.

Not the same. I’m buying you some right now.

You don’t need to do that.

It’s not for you. *Winky face.*

That’s a good sign. It means that he plans to see me again. I hope he wants to see— My phone chimes again.

Done.

That was fast.

I know what I want.

I like that about you. A man who knows what he wants. Yes, please. So how long will you be in NY?

Hopefully just a few days, but I work with idiots.

What do you do?

IT.

Do you like it?

Most of the time. Just not when I have to work with other people.

People suck sometimes.

You suck very well.

I laugh and blush at the praise.

Thanks.

We exchange more texts, and before I know it, it’s eleven. That would also explain why my chest is getting tight.

I really need to pump, but it seems weird to do it while talking with someone.

He’d never know, but still.

I wonder what he’d think about it?

Would he be disgusted?

Turned on?

Hell, I’d take indifferent if he’d keep seeing me.

Not that we’re seeing each other, but tonight has been good, so I can hope.

Well, I should try and get some sleep. Stupid time zone changes.

I do the math in my head and realize that it’s almost two by him.

I’m sorry I kept you up so late.

No problem. This was nice.

It was. Maybe we can talk tomorrow? I cross my fingers.

We’ll see how my day goes. I might end up in jail for *knife emoji*

LOL. If you need someone to bail you out, let me know.

Will do. Now go and get yourself ready for bed. It’s late.

Yes, tell me what to do, Daddy.

I’m already in my PJs.

Did you brush your teeth?

Yes.

Don’t lie to me, boy.

How did you know?

All good doms know when naughty subs lie.

I’d prefer Daddy over dom, but my dick doesn’t seem to mind.

You’ll give me an *eggplant emoji* if you keep talking like that.

None of that. It’s bedtime.

Yes, Daddy.

I regret it as soon as I hit send. What if he doesn’t like being called that? What if he thinks it’s weird and never talks to me again? My phone chirps, and I wince as I look.

Good boy.

I sigh happily and fall back onto my bed.

He called me his good boy.

I’m just about to crawl under the covers, but then I remember that I didn’t brush my teeth. Ugh… but it’s so comfy and I’m so tired, but I promised, so I drag my ass out of bed.

Leo calls me the next night instead of texting, and I’m happy to hear his voice. We’ve been talking the last hour about anything and nothing, and the more I get to know him, the more I like him.

“I’m getting hungry. Are you getting hungry?” Leo asks, and I look at the clock. It’s getting late, and I am hungry.

“I could eat.”

“Great, let’s have a pizza phone date.”

“A pizza phone date?”

“Yeah, I’ll order you a pizza and me a pizza, and we can eat it together over the phone.”

“I would prefer that we eat in person.” I pout.

“I know. As soon as I’m home, we’ll have a date.”

“Really!” Way to play it cool, Whit.

“Yes, I’d like to see you again. Now what would you like on your pizza?”

Normally I’m just cheese, but everyone teases me for being boring.

“Something with veggies?” I hedge.

Leo laughs. “You don’t want veggies. Tell me what you really want.”

“Fine, I like just plain cheese.”

“Awesome.”

My doorbell rings.

“Who could that be?” It can’t be the pizza already.

“You better go answer it. I’ll wait.”

When I check the door, there’s a pizza delivery person. “Here’s your pizza.” She hands it over happily.

“Oh, let me get you?—”

“No need. It’s all taken care of.”

“Okay, thanks.”

“Have a good night.” She leaves with a wave.

I take the pizza to my coffee table and sit back down before putting the phone on speaker.

“I’m back.”

“Good. I know you’re new to the area, so I ordered from one of my favorite places.”

“I’ve never been to Geno’s.”

“They’re a more casual grab-a-slice kinda place. It’s my dad and Izzy’s favorite.”

I open the box, and it smells amazing. When I look at the pizza, I notice that it’s just a plain cheese pizza.

“How did you know?”

“I’m good at reading people.” I reach into the box to grab a slice. “Now go grab a plate and napkin.”

“But it’s just me,” I whine.

“Fine, but at least get a napkin and a drink.”

“Can I have a soda?” I wrinkle my nose. Why did I just ask him for permission? He’s not a Daddy.

“That depends. Is it caffeine-free?”

“I have white soda.”

“Okay then, but just one. There’s still a ton of sugar, and you have to work tomorrow.”

“Work sucks,” I whine.

“I know, babe.” He pauses and swallows a bite of pizza before he continues. “If you could do anything you wanted, what would it be?”

I stop and think. No one has ever asked me that before. I was always going to be in finance, even though I hate math.

“I don’t know,” I admit.

“Come on, there must be something you want to do.”

“Not really.”

“What about when you were in high school? What was your favorite class?”

“I’ve always liked history, but art class was my favorite.”

“Okay, what medium did you like?”

“I liked doing things with my hands. We didn’t do much in school other than with clay.”

“Clay is so messy.” I can hear Leo grimace.

“Yeah.” I take a bite of pizza. “We went to a few specialty?—”

“Please don’t talk with your mouth full, babe.”

“Sorry.” I swallow. “In school we went to see a blacksmith and a glassblower. I made something small at each visit, but the glass piece I made is something I kept because the teacher said it was good and I had potential.”

“That’s exciting! Have you looked into it more?”

“I mean, I’ve always been intrigued by glass blowing, but that seems so inaccessible.”

“Maybe find a class nearby and see how you like it.”

“Find a class?” I’ve never thought about that. “Maybe once I get more settled into my new life.”

“I’m sure there are a few good artsy options around you. You moved into a trendy neighborhood.”

“I noticed, but that wasn’t my intent.”

“Then why did you choose it?”

“Close to work.” I shrug and take another bite. “This pizza is so good.”

“I’m glad you like it. Now stop making those sexy noises before I need to get my dick out.”

My eyes widen in surprise. “Don’t let me stop you.”

He laughs. “Not now. I’m eating this sub-par pizza.”

“Sub-par?”

“I wish it was Geno’s, and I wish it was with you.”

He sounds almost shy to admit that fact.

“I wish I was with you too, but not there, back here.”

“Trust me, I’m not staying here a minute longer than I have to.”

“And when you get back, we can have a date?” I ask hopefully.

“As soon as I have a flight back, we’ll set up a time.”

“Good.” I put my pizza down and wipe my hands on a napkin. “I’m done with my pizza. Would you like me to make more sexy noises while you pull your dick out?”

Leo laughs loud and hard. “As much as I would love to, it’s getting late, and I was up stupid early after not getting much sleep last night.”

“Was it my fault?” I’d feel terrible if I kept him up too late last night. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“No, babe, it isn’t your fault. The time zone change always fucks with me, and just when I start to get used to it, I get sent somewhere else.”

“That’s tough.”

“It can be, but I’m happy it’s given me this chance to get to talk to you. Normally when I meet a guy, it’s all about quick and dirty fucks, but this has been nice too.”

“You like talking to me?”

“I do.”

“I like talking to you too.”

“Good,” he says cheerfully, but then yawns. “Sorry, but I think I need to get some sleep.”

“You do,” I scold. Daddies should know better than to stay up too late. “You can’t do good work on bad sleep.”

“Very true. Good night, babe.”

“Good night. Daddy,” I whisper after I hang up.