Page 10 of Milk For The Billionaire’s Little (The Lactin Brotherhood #20)

JAMES

The car was quiet. My fault, not Kennan’s. I wasn’t used to having a stranger so close by who had no option but to hear all my words. And tonight, none of my words were going to be for good company.

I wanted to tell him everything I desired from him tonight. Those words were for Kennan alone.

Kennan sat beside me, his hand resting close enough that our fingers brushed every time the car turned.

I wanted to take it in mine, but again—stranger in the car.

It still blew my mind that he was rich enough that the expense of a driver wasn’t one he even felt.

But also, he wasn’t snobby about it. Not once did he complain about the motel other than to protect me from the sketchy towel.

My building came into view too soon. I wasn’t ready to say good-bye. And getting the courage to invite him up, to risk rejection, was difficult enough. Doing it with an audience? I wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle that.

The driver slowed to a smooth stop and turned slightly. “We’ve arrived, sir.”

I hesitated, then looked over at Kennan. He was already watching me.

“Do you want to come up?” I asked quietly before I lost all nerve.

There was a pause, maybe a second where I wondered if I’d misread it all and he was going to turn me down. Instead, he nodded. “I’d like that.”

After giving his driver instructions, we stepped out together, and I led the way inside, punching in the code for the door and glancing over my shoulder at him.

We climbed the stairs to my apartment. When I unlocked the door and pushed it open, I suddenly felt self-conscious about where I lived.

“Come in,” I said softly.

I hung up our jackets and turned back to him, suddenly unsure of what to do with my hands, my body. But he closed the distance before I could spiral, resting his palms on my waist and tipping his forehead to mine.

“I meant it,” he whispered.

“Meant what?”

“When I said I haven’t stopped thinking about kissing you.”

My breath caught. “Then maybe you should do something about it.”

He did.

It only took a second for his mouth to crash into mine, and my hands to find his shirt, tugging him closer.

I tasted the wine we’d shared at the ball, the sweet cream from the desserts.

The low sound he made when my lips parted under mine took all of my nerves away. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

Kennan’s hands slid up my back, his body guiding me backward toward my bedroom. He broke the kiss.

“Do you want this?” he asked, consent never sounding so fucking hot.

“Yes,” I said. “So badly. Please, Daddy.”

“That’s my sweet boy.” He said the exact words I needed to hear.

“Not here. Bedroom.” I grabbed his hand and led him the short distance.

He kissed me again, less tentative than before, deepening it with each brush of his lips.

I melted into him, pulling at the hem of his shirt and then attacking the buttons.

There was nothing smooth about my movements.

If anything, I was a fumbling mess, but soon enough his shirt was open. I pushed it over his shoulders.

“I’ve got this.” He gently moved my hands, and for a second it felt like rejection, but then I saw what he was doing.

He had both an undershirt and chest pads he needed to remove.

Next time, I’d ask him to show me how, let me take care of him the way I knew he was going to take care of me.

But for now, I watched and learned… fine, and drooled a little.

Once he was rid of his clothes, I slid my fingers over the smooth planes of his chest, careful to avoid the nipples until he gave me permission, down the muscles of his abdomen, as his hands found my waist and then my belt.

“Your turn.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek and asked, “Can I?”

“Please.”

I kicked off my shoes and let him undress me piece by piece, his hands moving with such care.

I stood there, naked in front of him for the first time.

Normally, I got nervous being so exposed like this, but the way he looked at me left no room to question how much he loved what he saw.

There was no reason to be shy. He wanted me exactly how I was.

Daddy lifted me up and onto the bed and climbed in beside me. I pulled him in for a searing kiss, unable to wait a second longer. I wanted this man, to taste him, feel him, have him inside of me.

His mouth moved from my lips, slowly exploring my body.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, tracing a path across my stomach with his mouth. I reached for him, fingers curling into his hair as he moved back up to kiss me again, and when I hooked my leg around his, he groaned.

Feeling bold, I reached between us, jerking his cock, loving the feel of his girth in my hand and hoping for more.

“Lube? Condoms?” he asked.

“Drawer,” I whispered. “Bottom one.”

He moved away for a heartbeat, rummaging, and returned with one and lube.

We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. Everything was slow and careful, his hand between my legs preparing me, his kisses steady as my breath hitched.

He circled my entrance then prepared me one finger at first, then another and another, until I was writing beneath him and begging for more.

He held up the condom, once again affirming that this was what I wanted. He was so Daddy, and I fucking loved it. I snatched the condom from him and rolled it over his length.

Kennan put a pillow under my hips and lined himself up with my needy hole.

When he pushed inside, it wasn’t rushed.

He entered me inch by inch, watching my face the entire time.

And when he was fully seated, I clung to him, head tucked into his shoulder, body trembling around him, and he held me just as tightly.

He moved gently, rocking into me with a rhythm that felt like the song we’d danced to earlier. Was he humming it, too? Would it always hold a special place in his heart like it would mine?

“James,” he breathed.

He thrust into me, increasing speed and force with each moan I made, until my orgasm was so close I begged for release. He wrapped his hand around my length, jerking it as he continued to slam into me. Less than a handful of jerks later, there was no holding back my climax.

I came first, crying out his name, and he followed with a strangled groan, burying his face against my neck. We were a sweaty, sticky, hot mess. It was fucking perfect.

We collapsed together in a tangle of limbs. I wanted to stay right here forever, the weight of him over me giving me a sense of home. But then he shifted, rolling to his side and pulling me with him. Please don’t let him be leaving.

He wasn’t. Instead, he went to the bathroom, coming out with a couple of wet cloths and towels, cleaning us both up, before climbing back into bed and patting the spot beside him.

“Come here, my sweet boy.”

I nestled into his side, my cheek against his chest. Then his hand moved up and cupped my jaw, thumb stroking the edge of my mouth.

“Still hungry?” he murmured.

I knew what he meant.

“Can I, Daddy? Is that okay?” I wouldn’t have dared ask, not wanting him to think that’s all I wanted him for. But if it was offered, I wasn’t going to refuse.

“More than, my sweet boy. You need to stay hydrated after working so hard to please Daddy.”

He had called himself Daddy, and it was all I could do not to squee.

I shifted and kissed the curve of his chest before drawing one nipple into my mouth. He gasped softly, tightening his arm around me. “Daddy’s good boy.” His praise was everything.

I suckled lazily, slowly. His skin was salty and warm, his heartbeat thudding gently beneath my cheek. I let my eyes drift shut as his fingers threaded through my hair.

This wasn’t about milk. It wasn’t even about sex anymore. Something had changed, something wonderful.

I felt him kiss the top of my head, and I sighed, my lips still wrapped around him, body curling into his as I drifted to sleep.