Page 2 of Their Little Helper (The Lactin Brotherhood #22)

HARLEY

He really wanted to?—

He was going to?—

While he?—

“Hmm. I think we need to restart your brain a bit. You seem to be stuck.” Dally’s idea of fixing me should’ve scared me enough to make my brain work again, but it didn’t until he’d already pinched my nipple and sparks fired through me. “Oh, those are sensitive. That’s so sexy, baby.”

I was pretty sure I’d been Dally’d again, but I didn’t think I wanted it to stop.

I’d have to actually spend time away from him breathing and finding reality again to make sure of that, though. He was amazing and amazingly confusing and amazingly distracting and amazingly sexy too.

And he was on my lap.

Wiggling on my lap.

Did he know what he was doing to me?

“I.” Oh, had he asked a question? His smile and the expectant expression on his face said he had. But what had he asked me?

“Let’s try that again.” Grinning, he shook his head and tried to pretend to frown at me but he was too happy for it to be believable at all. “Someone’s mind was wandering.”

Because he’d turned it off.

“Do you prefer chest or boobs?” The question was so confusing I just blinked at him. He didn’t need much of a response from me to keep going, though.

His gaze dropped down and he patted one pec sending more sparks through me. “Did you know technically everyone has breasts but most men seem incredibly stubborn about the whole chest versus breast issue. Some people are just pigheaded about the strangest things.”

Did I have an opinion on that?

Looking down at where his hand was still petting me, I shrugged. “Um, I guess I usually think of them as pecs but I think…I think my doctor mentioned the breast tissue thing at some point. It’s…it’s vaguely familiar.”

I hadn’t really paid a lot of attention to the technical details when it’d first started happening when I was a teenager. I’d been a bit too panicked for those kinds of points, but I’d mostly caught up after the shock.

It’d just taken me a few years to get there.

“That was a very good explanation, baby.” Dally was so proud of me he kissed my cheek again, and something about his genuine excitement had me blushing and squirming. “I’m very proud of you.”

I was never going to stop blushing and squirming if he didn’t stop being so nice to me. “I…it’s easier if I don’t look at you.”

Did I need to apologize for that?

No.

He giggled.

“You’re just so cute.” His response made me want to push back without thinking about it, but he rolled his hips and clenched his butt cheeks and chased the words away. “Rewards for a good boy.”

Wow.

That was hot too.

Was it okay that it was turning me on?

“More rewards for good boys who ask their questions.” Dally clenched again as his fingers teased over my nipple, barely caressing me and giving me just enough sensation to make me want more. “I know you have one. Can you try to ask it?”

How was I supposed to tell him no when he sounded so sweet and innocent?

How did he sound so sweet and innocent when I was pretty sure he’d be willing to do crazy things to me?

“I…” Shoot. Was I really going to try to ask him that? “You…you know you’re…”

Okay…so I was going to try.

My mistake had been accidentally meeting his gaze, so I fixed the situation and dropped mine again so I was watching his hands instead. It caused other problems, but none that affected my ability to get words out. “You know that turns me on, right?”

Did it.

With that first part out of the way, the rest came out in a rush.

“The good boy and the wiggling and the other thing and the kisses and…well…I’m pretty sure all of it but I wasn’t sure if all of it was supposed to turn me on because there was a Daddy one time…well…he said he was a Daddy and he didn’t like things that…got that response.”

Wow.

He’d broken me so much I told him stuff.

“Oh, baby, you’re such a good boy for explaining that to me and working so hard to get the words out.” Dally gave me another kiss as he snuggled closer, clearly not angry at my question, which was nice.

“Yes, just to make this very clear, I am looking to arouse you. I am looking for you to stay hard while I’m nursing from you and I’m cataloging every reaction to make sure I have lots of fun ways to reward my sweet boy.

” Curling into me, Dally made a pleased sound as he rolled his hips again and rubbed his ass over my lap.

“And there will be times that you might not be big but you’re having naughty fun with me and there might be times that we don’t have that kind of fun. There’s no right or wrong here. I’m just going to take care of you and play with you and nurse from you while you come inside me.”

As my brain struggled to keep up, he straightened and it was like a light bulb had gone off over his head. “We’ll need to talk about condoms and where cum should go but I’m not going to rush you.”

Really?

This was actually him not rushing me?

I thought I remembered him saying something like that but there were big gaps in my memory from when he’d first sat down on my lap. But the more I thought about it, the less I wanted him to slow down.

“What…what would be rushing to you?” I wasn’t sure it was a reasonable question but I’d asked him anyway. He liked the last question, so it would be a good way to gauge if he’d been faking that part.

“Oh, that’s a wonderful question.” Putting one hand on his chin, he cocked his head and gave me a cartoonishly thoughtful expression I was pretty sure was real. “I’m going to reward you for that once I’m not distracted by answering.”

I wasn’t sure what I’d have said to it either, so I had no plans on rushing him for a response.

But luckily for me, he thought fast and had his lightbulb moment again.

“Yes. I have it. We can’t get married yet.

There’s a list of things we have to do first so my family doesn’t go bananas. That would be rushing.”

Huh?

Me putting my cum inside him clearly wasn’t anywhere close to that…which was good to know.

“I…” Swallow. Inhale. Exhale. Try again. “I don’t want your family to be upset with me.”

That might not have been the most logical response under other circumstances but Dally liked it and smiled like he was proud of me again.

I was going to become addicted to that look, but I wasn’t sure there was anything I could do about it.

“My mother’s really going to like you.” Dally was still wearing the same expression when he kissed my cheek and when he used his ass to tease my dick. “So we’ll make sure you get to meet everyone first so we can stay on her good side.”

He said the most confusing things.

“Who’s everyone?” Wait. That hadn’t been what I should’ve asked. “We just have to meet them first?”

Then we could get married?

“Yes.” Actually looking serious, Dally went back to stroking my chest like I was his new fidget toy.

“You have to come to at least one family dinner before we can elope. Without that she’ll feel slighted and will pout forever.

I’m not willing to put up with groveling that long, so we’ll follow the rule. ”

And then we’d elope?

I was kind of afraid to know what the answer to that question was, so I decided not to ask and tried to figure out a quick way to distract him just in case. “Who’s everyone?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re so distracting, baby. Everyone would be my family. There’s lots of them, so don’t worry about names. Just be yourself and they’ll love you.”

Dally seemed very confident about that, so arguing felt like it’d be rude even though there was no way he could be right. “I’m glad.”

“So cute.” He was the one who was cute as he pretended to glare at me, though. “But so distracting. That means we’ll have to work hard to remember limits lists and what conversations we need to have before our first scenes.”

Sighing, he shook his head. “I’m going to have to make lists with you to make sure I don’t forget anything.”

Like forgetting lists and conversations.

I had no idea what to say to that but something popped out anyway. “I’m pretty sure you’re the distracting one.”

Oops.

If that’d been rude, Dally didn’t mind because he laughed, and the sound echoed around the room pulling nearly every eye in our direction. I froze, not sure what to do but Dally just waved them off and petted my chest as he kissed my cheek again. “I like distracting you.”

Feeling my face heating up, I tried not to squirm, but he was making me feel so much I felt like I was going to burst. “I don’t know what to do.”

Dally didn’t tell me I was being ridiculous. He simply gave me another look like he thought I was cute and settled back against me. “Well, we have a couple of options depending on how you’re feeling.”

Me?

“I…um…we.” Yes. We. “I want…we need…”

Ugh.

“It’s not about me? Is that what you were trying to say?” Dally’s smile was tender as he kissed my cheek that time. “Already taking care of your Daddy too. I think that deserves a big boy kiss.”

Wow.

Just the way he cupped my cheek shut down every cell in my brain and all I could do was watch him as he inched closer and gave me a heated, devilish grin. “Color, baby boy.”

Shoot.

Color.

Oh, his shirt.

I managed to point to the green stripe on his sleeve and that seemed to send a rush through Dally because he shivered like I’d just given him an orgasm. “Such a good boy.”

Was it possible to become addicted to making someone happy?

“ For fuck’s sake .” The frustrated voice was filled with anger and had me nearly jumping out of my skin but Dally ignored it.

He also seemed to be dead set on ignoring the man in the suit who’d sat down on the chair next to mine.

“I wanted him. Why couldn’t you stay with the group arguing over which gaming system gets to claim orcs? ”

My life had gotten so weird so quickly.

Was I supposed to respond to that?

Who was the angry man talking to?

Dally?

My brain didn’t work fast enough to deal with either of them, but as I tried to figure out what to say or do or how to respond, Dally sighed and kissed my cheek again. “Some people are drama queens.”

Wasn’t he a drama queen?

No.

I wasn’t going to ask that.

Thankfully I didn’t seem to have to do anything because Dally turned and glared at the man who’d been watching me across the room. “Finders keepers. You snooze. You lose. I licked it so he’s mine. Clear enough for you? Any other questions?”

Huh?

Me?

I was it?

Suit guy hadn’t been looking at the painting behind me?

There hadn’t been something in his eye?

“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response, but don’t lick him.

And he’s a him not an it. He’s not a fucking popsicle.

He’s a very nice man who needs a Dom to take things slowly.

” The Dom who’d smiled and nodded at me earlier glared at Dally.

“He doesn’t need a drama queen to grind on him in public. ”

I didn’t?

Wait.

What did he think I needed?

Oh wow. He knew I wasn’t a Dom too.

“I don’t think you understand the concept of I’ve licked it so it’s mine .

And that’s the phrase smartie pants.” Crossing his arms over his chest, Dally looked every inch my Daddy…

and Daddy wasn’t happy that someone else was trying to lick me to?

“Possession is nine-tenths the law in case you’ve forgotten. ”

“You sitting on his lap doesn’t make him yours.

And that’s not how the law works.” Angry Dom looked like he wanted to go for Dally’s throat, but my body and my brain didn’t know how to respond to that appropriately.

Everything was incredibly confusing and I was positive I wasn’t supposed to be hard but I was. “It makes you a pain in the ass.”

“So?” Dally cocked his head. “They’re not mutually exclusive. Both of those things can be true at the same time.”

He had the most interesting responses but I was pretty sure it was going to be what got him strangled.

Ugh.

Still hot.