Page 20 of Their Little Helper (The Lactin Brotherhood #22)

DALLY

He was so long-winded.

What were they doing?

Giving Santos time to handle the Daddy versus Papa roles in bed conversation might have been a strategic error.

At the very least I should’ve brought my phone so I had something to do while I killed time.

“All clean.” Santos’s relaxed tone made it sound like they were all done washing Harley’s hands instead of his ass. “And that’s all clean enough to be Daddy if you want to.”

With a condom, yes.

Harley sucked in a breath but it was a happy sound and I pictured him turning around in the shower. “Really? I was a good boy. I’m all clean?”

Yeah, little had definitely been the way to go with this particular conversation…and they’d managed to have it without Santos having a heart attack.

Being a good partner was hard but I was incredible.

“Yes.” There was a pause in the conversation and I was pretty sure Harley got a kiss, which was the sign that I could escape my tiny prison. “The Papa will wear a condom and you can be the Daddy.”

As I came out, Harley was bouncing his head and doing a happy dance under the spray. He shot me a beaming smile as I went over to the ridiculously oversized sink and washed my hands. “Daddy? I’m all clean. I can be the Daddy.”

He didn’t seem to have an issue with the condom aspect so I returned his smile and didn’t mention that part. “That’s great. You’re going to have so much fun being the Daddy.”

I certainly did.

It was the best position and we needed to make sure Harley understood how incredible being the Daddy could be.

But Santos seemed to be at the point where he wasn’t sure what to say because he was definitely overthinking the situation. So I took over as I climbed in the shower glaring at the other spray. “Hmm, I don’t know if I like this showering by myself thing.”

My frown and crossed arms got a giggle from Harley. “You’re naked.”

So I couldn’t be upset?

“I am.” Wiggling my hips, I made my dick dance side to side and got another giggle out of him. “Daddy’s turn to get all clean.”

Harley seemed to be finished rinsing off and was grinning ear to ear as he came over to the other side of the monstrous shower. “We’ll help.”

Snickering, he waved his hands at Santos who was smart enough to understand that meant Harley needed soap. “We’re good helpers.”

That seemed to be hilarious based on his helpers being Doms connection and he giggled as he brought his wonderfully large hands up to my chest. “I’m a helper.”

That was so funny it even made Santos smile. “You’re a very good helper.”

“You too, Papa.” Harley took being a good helper to heart because he turned me around so my ass was facing toward Santos. “Be a good helper. Daddy’s sticky.”

I giggled as Santos seemed to be trying not to sigh. “You’re right. I’ll be a good helper.”

As he mumbled something about trying not to get hard, I realized he was taking being good with our boy to an extreme he didn’t need. So I waved my ass at him and offered it up. “You got it dirty, so you need to clean it.”

Harley was back to snickering but he was intently focused on my chest and pretending he wasn’t teasing my nipples. “Got to clean up our messes.”

Santos was quiet, but after a moment, he brushed his lips against my neck and relaxed into the fun of getting clean. “Your Daddy just likes making me do all the work.”

Still giggling and scrubbing, Harley nodded. “But we’re good helpers.”

Santos took that too seriously and seemed to have decided to be a thorough good helper because his soap-slicked fingers gently pressed against me, making me fight back a moan. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you all clean.”

“You’re such a brat.” I managed not to sound too desperate but the breathy tone I couldn’t hide got another silly sound from Harley. He didn’t seem to care that Santos was fucking with me. Our boy was just happy that he didn’t have to use the bidet and that getting clean wasn’t stressful.

It wasn’t something I’d ever worried about but I was glad little Harley had explained the situation.

Big Harley wouldn’t have and that would’ve taken forever to figure out.

He hadn’t even wanted us to use the bathroom at the museum at the same time, so I was glad to see little Harley worried a lot less. It seemed to confuse Santos, though, because he was being a bit too careful cleaning my ass.

So I was a good helper of a different sort and rocked back, squeezing my ass around his finger and getting a moan from him. “F—Dally.”

His frustrated tone got giggles from me and Harley, which made Santos sigh. “Stop that.”

He was crazy if he thought I would follow that order. “Nope.”

Rocking back again got a snicker from Harley. “Daddy’s being naughty.”

“Hmm.” Santos added a second finger as a punishment. “And what happens when Daddy’s naughty?”

Harley was shaking with barely suppressed laughter as he pretended to look serious. “He gets ’warded.”

Absolutely.

Which in this case was attention to my prostate and a wet smack to my ass that sent tingles through me. “I like getting what I want.”

It was wonderful and I leaned back against Santos to make sure he knew how much I liked it. “I like getting clean.”

“You’re such a brat.” He liked getting me clean too because he kissed my neck and I could hear the smile in his voice he was trying to hide. “But you’re a brat whose burger will be here shortly.”

Ugh.

His fingers disappeared.

“Daddy’s tushy is all clean.”

Santos was definitely the brat and Harley’s snicker said he knew that too.

“And then you have to do the other one.” I completely understood the logic in dunking every nugget in all three sauces that Santos had gotten Harley, but I wasn’t so sure Santos did.

Harley had been trying to explain it through nearly all twenty nuggets and half a cucumber and was still going strong.

“Nuggets need lots of attention…like Daddy.”

It was interesting logic and had Santos turning to me and sighing. “Okay, I get it now.”

“I’m glad I could be helpful.” My response had Harley giggling as he licked sauce off his fingers, somehow getting it everywhere but his new pajamas. “Helpful is very important.”

And a dirty word based on how Harley was shaking with barely suppressed laughter.

“Really? That word?” Santos was on team dirty as well. “He’ll choke if you make him laugh.”

“A good Dom knows the Heimlich Maneuver.” Didn’t he know basic first aid? “Are you telling me you can’t take care of our boy on your own?”

We were going to have to fix that.

“There are babysitting classes at the rec center near my apartment on the first Saturday of every month. We can sign you up.” Keeping Harley alive was the first step in having a healthy long-term relationship.

“No.” Santos seemed to think that was the only thing he needed to say, and for some reason, Harley was back to giggling. “Don’t encourage him.”

Me?

Harley?

“Papa’s gonna be a good babysitter” Snickering again, Harley offered Santos his last nugget. “Share with the babysitter.”

Rolling his eyes, Santos glared at the nugget and then me before focusing back on our silly cutie. “No thank you, and I’m not sure if babysitters give dessert. They probably don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Cheater.

Harley immediately started shaking his head. “No sitter.”

Santos fought dirty over strange things and he got Harley in on the nonsense because our boy aimed wide eyes at me and frowned. “Papa’s not a sitter. He’s Papa.”

They were both ridiculous.

I was going to explain that to them both but Harley decided to either be helpful or generous and shoved his last nugget in my mouth. “Sharing.”

Technically yes, but we’d have to discuss a few things once I stopped choking on his chicken.

“Papa?” Harley reached over and patted my head, smiling at me as I finally swallowed the cold nugget. “Daddy’s ready for dessert…and…and cuddles and attention?”

Santos rolled his eyes. “We’re not making him happy every time he’s a pain in the ass.”

He just didn’t like it that I was always right.

“We’re…we’re good helpers, Papa.” Harley shrugged like he couldn’t argue about facts but I had no idea what they were talking about.

Somehow, though, my being right equated to them being horny?

Santos’s sigh said he was probably confused too but he played it off well. “You’re right, but we’ll keep that in our back pocket if we need it.”

Lube?

Was he keeping lube in his back pocket?

“Let’s go find some cartoons or a movie to watch and then we’ll see if we need our emergency plan.” Santos shot me a strange look as I sighed and shook my head. “I’m not rewarding bad behavior unless I have to.”

Then it was lucky I was always good.

“Then we’ll come back to that dessert discussion later.” Even if Harley was an adorable bottomless pit, I needed some space before we were going to pester Santos to find us dessert. “Should we do cartoons or a movie?”

“Cartoon movie.” Harley made it sound like that should be obvious. “Nice people and nice dessert.”

Had someone scarred him with aggressive cartoons?

Those fun Japanese ones that were so interesting?

“Yes, nice people and nothing stressful.” Santos shot me a confused look that said he knew there was a story too. “Should we get a blanket to cuddle with or do we need something special?”

Oh, that was an interesting distraction.

Harley stopped wiggling in his seat and studied Santos seriously. “What kind of special, Papa?”

Did the sneaky cheater have something else to surprise Harley with?

“Oh, I don’t know.” His shrug was overly casual and had Harley sucking in an excited breath. “Sweet boys need things to cuddle with.”

How late had he stayed up shopping?

“I like cuddling, Papa.” Harley sighed out the words like Santos had promised him the world. “What…what do we cuddle with?”

Good question.

And it even made the Papa in question break and a smile peeked through. “Should we look and see if we have something special to cuddle with?”

“Yes.” Head bobbing so fast I started to worry about his neck, Harley’s wiggles got stronger. “I…I like cuddling, Papa.”

When he finally got his head under control and hadn’t hurt himself, Harley turned to me. “I…I like cuddling, Daddy.”

He seemed stuck on the fact that he’d gotten another present.

“Do you think Papa got you something that’s alive? Oh, is it messy like glitter?” My questions had him going very still and frowning as Santos got up from the table and started gathering up the trash. “What about something loud to cuddle?”

“I…” Harley paused again, his curious brain racing. “I like music?”

That had Santos’s eyes going wide. “I did not pick out something loud to cuddle. No drums, and for fuck’s sake, nothing with glitter.”

Going still, Harley finally laughed. “Glitter drums, Daddy.”

That would be wonderfully messy and would make Santos nuts…I was going to have to see how much those would cost.

Before I could open my mouth or dig out my phone, Santos waved his finger in my direction. “If glitter drums show up at my house I’ll forget how to spank.”

As Harley snickered and hid his face against the table, Santos waved his arms around. “Oh no. I’ve forgotten how to spank. I guess I’ll never learn how to do it again.”

“You’re old but you’re not senile yet.” Shaking my head, I sighed. “But if he’s forgotten that part, it might’ve already set in.”

As Harley giggled, I reached over and patted his shoulder. “Don’t tell him, but first the brain goes and then the dick follows. But it’s okay. We’ll take care of him.”

Sitting up, Harley swallowed back more laughter. “We’re…we’re good helpers, Daddy.”

And the giggles escaped.

Santos’s eyes rolled to follow the laughter and he shook his head. “Your Daddy is a terrible influence.”

Terribly smart…but it was a curse sometimes.

“We’re going to ignore that now, though.” Walking around the table, Santos took Harley’s hand. “I have surprises so that takes precedence over brats needing attention.”

“Surprises?” More than one? “What else did you get him?”

At what point was I supposed to ask about shopping addictions?

“More surprises?” Perking up again, Harley forgot how funny everything had been. “I’m a good boy, Papa.”

So that clearly meant it was okay to buy him lots of surprises.

“I know you are.” Santos looked very pleased with himself as he nodded toward the living room. “Let’s go see what I got for my guys.”

Me?

“Oh, Daddy too?” Reaching for my hand, Harley dragged us both to the living room at a breakneck speed I hadn’t expected from him. Giants were usually slightly lumbering at the very least but he must not have gotten the memo on that. “Hurry, Daddy. Papa got us presents.”

Hopefully.

Harley was going to be very upset if he’d misunderstood Santos’s teasing.

“I think it’s just?—”

Dangerous.

It was dangerous to get Harley so excited.

But luckily for me, Harley had wonderful reflexes. “Oops.”

As he helped me stay upright, he frowned. “No booboos, Daddy.”

Did he think nearly crashing into the coffee table was my fault?

“You’re right.” No booboos. “But?—”

“Booboos do not get special presents.” Santos sounded remarkably serious saying the ridiculous sentence. “Sit down nicely and I’ll get them.”

Them?

Eek.

“Thud.” Harley didn’t seem worried about us going thud as we landed on the floor in a heap of limbs. “Good boys, Papa. Hurry.”

Santos chuckled as I caught my breath. “Yes, you’re both very good boys.”

I was not a good boy and I was going to thoroughly remind him of that fact, but he cheated again.

The fucker just had to keep doing it left and right.

Every time I turned around he had to cheat.

Matching blankets.

Not only had the drama queen bought both of us pajamas…Harley animal ones and me plaid ones…he’d bought us matching blankets.

We were going to turn out like those weird Stepford families that all matched.

Fucking hell.

Harley sighed.

The bastard cheated by smiling.

Ugh.

He’d Stepforded us and there was nothing I could do but look adorable.