Page 1 of Their Little Helper (The Lactin Brotherhood #22)

DALLY

“No. I’m sorry but that’s terrible logic.

Useful is a much better indication of a successful long-term partnership.

” How did people make such ridiculous decisions about dating?

Especially two such attractive men. “What can you do? Home repairs? Balance his checkbook? Do you plan really good vacations?”

There were so many more skills that would be useful long term and practical was incredibly sexy.

“Um, no.” The athletic-looking blond blinked at me as the slightly bored businessman who’d been chatting him up cocked his head curiously. “I…I give good head?”

“That’s not going to work. Eventually his dick isn’t going to work either.” And there was definitely an age gap between the two men, so we had to consider that. “We’ll all get there. It’s nothing personal but we need to figure out other options for you to use as your primary skill set.”

What would they do when the vanilla-looking businessman’s dick was done?

Age gap couples needed to plan better, but they never did.

Okay, we could fix this. They had good chemistry, that’d been obvious just eavesdropping, so we simply needed to push them to talk about more practical things.

Like oil changes and vacations and grocery shopping…the important shit that would make or break a relationship.

God, what if one of them was a grocery store lister and one was a pantser and they couldn’t handle that?

“Let’s try it another way.” Basketball build guy just needed a push in a new direction. Athletic meant hardworking, so we needed to figure out where else he worked hard. “What else makes you feel accomplished?”

He’d been bragging about his sexual skills to begin with, but what else was he proud of?

“You clearly like oral sex and doing well at that, so what else gives you that same sense of proficiency?” Hopefully he could figure out something else that didn’t involve his ass or his mouth. Unfortunately, our bored businessman seemed to think those were a dime a dozen.

“I…oh, um.” Our blond cutie blinked and actually blushed. “It’s stupid.”

Now we were getting somewhere.

“I don’t want to hear that.” Especially since the sexy businessman was clearly paying a lot more attention. The cutie had gone from a hookup to something more. “Feeling skilled or gifted at something is important.”

It kept sexy cuties interesting in the long run.

“I…well…I clean really well.” For some reason he thought that was something to be embarrassed about, but when me and the businessman nodded seriously, he kept going. “I…I like it. And…and I can cook.”

Yep, business guy liked that.

Had no one ever taken care of him?

He looked like the type where even his housekeeper didn’t seem to like him.

“So would you call yourself a caretaker or are you just focused on making a good home for your partner?” The blush was back, but he was adorable and looked so sweet and submissive the business guy shifted his hand to adjust his erection.

For some reason, that was what made our sexy athlete squirm. “I’m not annoying. I can keep that stuff to myself.”

Oh dear.

It was time for his Dom to step in.

“Did you hear that?” Ridiculous. “Someone made him feel bad for wanting to take care of his Dom. That’s terrible. He needs to know how sexy you found that. I’m pretty sure a bit of cuddling would go a long way too.”

They needed less talk of orgasms and erections and more talk about feeling safe and supported. “Then once he’s feeling more secure, an orgasm and a nursing session would go a long way. He keeps staring at your chest but he doesn’t seem like the type to ask for what he wants.”

How people ended up at a Lactin Brotherhood meet-and-greet and didn’t talk about the lactating part always surprised me.

Now they were both gaping at me.

“Cuddles.” Waving my arms between them, I stepped back from their table. “Go find one of the couches in the corner. Quiet orgasms if you get that far.”

Because loud ones were evidently frowned upon.

Judgy idiots.

Orgasms should always be loud.

Business guy sighed at me and shook his head, but it was a familiar reaction anytime I won, so I knew I could move on. “Have fun.”

Hoping they could behave and not go back to the oral sex discussion, I forced myself to walk away. “You can’t babysit everyone. Sometimes you have to let people sink or swim on their own.”

It was painful, though.

But I told myself they’d make good decisions and understand why I was right as I started to wander around the room again. The Lactin Brotherhood meetings were always fun one way or another.

I liked getting to help people, but it was okay to be selfish once in a while. “Time to find someone for me.”

I’d helped the oral sex couple and the guy with a thing for the confused waiter and the Dom who was hot for the other Dom. That seemed like they were going to need a sub who loved to bottom, but they could figure that out.

Yes.

It was time for me to be selfish.

“I’ve done enough good deeds. It’s my turn for fun.” But what kind? “Love ’em and leave ’em over there?”

No, he was still pretending to be a bottom for fuck only knew what reason.

“Twink does not mean bottom. But I’ll work on him another time.” He was beyond stubborn because he’d been doing the same routine for weeks. “Who else is here?”

About half the guys showed up for every get-together because they liked chatting with people who understood them. I wasn’t sure why so many people were still shocked by men who lactated, but they were, so it was nice that the guys had friends.

But they were all yummy temptations too, so I needed to focus on the ones looking for something spicier than friendship.

I’d handled those guys last time and most of the friend groups were still behaving well. “Board game guys are still good. Looks like…yep…debating Dungeons and Dragons again.”

Warhammer was more interesting but they’d figure that out eventually.

“Gossip is still going strong and no red flags.” They were definitely the ones who’d get themselves all worked up without enough supervision.

“Who are you?” Big, nervous, and frowning had gone from group to group but hadn’t stayed anywhere. “You are…sexy and confused.”

Hmm.

“Eye contact…look at me, baby…yeah…oh a blush.” Bingo. “My invitation has arrived.”

And it looked like my weekend had just gotten more interesting because he was big enough to snuggle.

He was also as skittish as Jerry’s guinea pig, so I hoped he didn’t bite. I was the only one who was supposed to do that, but some subs didn’t know how to behave themselves. But my cutie looked like he was very well-behaved and ready to obey his…Master?

No.

Too nervous and not enough edge in either of us for that title.

We were both on the sweeter end of the spectrum.

His Handler?

It’d been a while since I had a pup.

No.

He wasn’t the tail type.

The wonderfully oversized sub was too nervous to stay in one place and hadn’t even gotten himself a snack yet.

Ah.

He was adorable as he backed himself into a corner and ended up falling into an oversized chair that was actually big enough to hold him. “I…I’m not…”

Not dominant to tell me no but did he have a safeword?

Well, there was no time like the present to find out, so I sat down on his lap and gave him what was supposed to be a sweet but excited smile. “Hi. I’m Dally. Do you have a safeword or do I need to explain what those are?”

As he blinked and found his response, I did my best to keep my hands to myself and didn’t let them wander. I was amazingly patient and didn’t rush him, which should’ve told him what kind of a Dom I was going to be to him.

The best kind.

“I’m…you’re…” He tried to get something out but finally gave me wide eyes and nodded.

Okay, nonverbal communication it would be.

“My shirt has red and green stripes on it. Point to the red one.” Oh, his relief was clear but he was also eager to obey and touched one thin link on my shirt. “Good boy. That’s perfect. Now show me a green one.”

His pink cheeks were almost the same color as the red in my shirt, but he managed to point to the green one without hesitating.

“Wonderful. I’m very proud of you for being able to do that when you’re nervous.

I know it’s hard. My friend Milo is a little and he needs a push sometimes to go after what he wants and needs.

” Big pushes. “He was here a few weeks ago and met his Daddy. They’re perfect together. Have you ever had a Daddy?”

He seemed like the still looking type so I wasn’t surprised when he shook his head, but I was shocked when he got a full sentence out. “You know I’m not a Dom? Or…or looking to…take charge?”

How had someone misread him that badly?

“Because you lactate people have assumed you must be the Daddy?” Well, based on the current crop of men in the club, I could understand how someone had reached that ridiculous conclusion. His size had probably confused a few people too.

My new friend blinked a few times before slowly nodding. “Yes.”

Oh, words too.

“Good job for using your words, baby boy. Answering clearly is hard, but it’s very important so we don’t have miscommunications.” That would be terrible. “We want to be very clear about our needs and what I’m looking to do with you.”

Hmm.

Blinking again.

“Remember my shirt.” I was going to have to wear it a lot until I was sure he was verbal under pressure. I didn’t have any other ones that had both colors on it. “Red means stop and green means go. No words necessary to make that clear.”

Another nod said some of what I was saying was getting through. “Very good. That was clear too.”

Eager to please was a good sign as long as I was careful.

“I’m very proud of how well you’re doing.

I know it’s hard and I surprised you a bit.

But I knew you were mine from across the room, baby.

” He was just adorable and my mother was going to love him.

“May I touch your chest? Are you wearing some kind of compression gear across your chest? I don’t want to make anything difficult for you and no one can control letdown responses. ”

Hmm.

Nothing.

Well, he was breathing so that was good.

One finger pointed to green.

“Good boy.” Technically, but what had it meant? “I’m going to check very discreetly.”

No movement?

I took that as a yellowish-green and very carefully inched back the collar of the black T-shirt he was wearing.

Yes, he had another layer on so we were good.

“That’s wonderful. You planned very well for tonight.

Now that I know we won’t make a mess, I’m going to touch your chest as long as you’re green. ”

That should’ve been phrased as a question but he understood what to do and pointed to green again. “Perfect. But what do you do if I need to stop?”

Cocking my head, I played confused very cutely and got a shy smile from my sweet boy before he barely tapped red. “That’s right. Good boy. If we’d already exchanged names I’d have kissed your cheek, but I’m being careful of you so we’ll hold off on that.”

Flashing between confused and aroused, his blush deepened. “I’m Harley.”

Oh, that probably hadn’t helped the big size equals Dom thing either…but it was sexy and very telling, so I kissed his cheek. “Good boy.”

He really was doing well at communicating, so with names exchanged and green on the touching part, I stroked my hands between his pecs and moaned. “God. It’s all muscle.”

Padding would’ve been fine too, but the images in my head had shifted and had me shifting on his lap. “I can’t wait to ride you while I’m playing with your chest, baby boy. That’s going to be so much fun.”

His eyes flashed wide and something seemed to have his brain firing enough for words. “Daddies do that? Doms? Um, take-charge people do that?”

Harley’s words got more mangled the more he overthought them, but I appreciated that he hadn’t stopped. I wasn’t sure what he meant, though.

Riding him?

Bottoming?

He understood I wanted to drink from him, right?

“Yes. I have no issue with being a Daddy or a Dom for you. I have no problems bottoming because that’s always fun.

And in most situations, I am very take-charge, but technically I’m a switch.

” What else? “Oh, and I meant riding your dick while I played with your chest and nursed from you, just so we’re clear on that part. ”

Wow. He somehow managed to get even redder.

“Baby. I want you to take a deep breath for me and let it out slowly. I’m slightly worried about your blood pressure and the only way I know how to fix that is with an orgasm, so we’re going to have to try something more conventional. This isn’t the place for that, unfortunately.”

Perfection.

Blinks and breathing and he was a less startling color.

“Does that work?” Giving his head a cute puppy shake, Harley let out another breath. “Never mind. I was…I don’t know what happened.”

“You were Dally’d. It happens.” For some reason I was overwhelming. I didn’t agree with the assessment but there was enough scientific evidence showing it was a real thing I couldn’t deny it completely.

Nodding slowly, Harley didn’t bother trying to lie about the obvious. “Yes. And you’re on my lap. I’ve never had a Dom do that.”

Really?

“I’m not huge and you are and that’s just lovely, so I’m going to take advantage of it.” Going back to petting his chest, I let my fingers tease over one nipple and grinned as he shivered. “It also puts me in a very convenient place.”

And his eyes went wide.

Bingo.

He got it.

Smarts definitely deserved another kiss on the cheek.

Riding my Harley was starting to sound more and more fun.