Page 24 of Their Little Helper (The Lactin Brotherhood #22)

I was pretty sure that was supposed to make it inoffensive but I hadn’t been offended to begin with.

“You need to stop worrying about hurting my feelings or being offensive. With Harley, yeah, be careful because our boy is sensitive, but I’m not.

I am an amazing pain in the ass and I accept that but it comes with always being right so there’s nothing I can do about it.

But the one thing I will not get is offended over reactions or words or most things. ”

People were weird.

People were dramatic.

People worried too much.

I was not people—I was Dally.

“As long as you are being honest about your reactions and with what you’re thinking I’m not going to lose my shit and go nuts on you.” If he was deliberately being a dick I could act offended to give him the reaction he was looking for, but that was just because I was a damned good actor too.

Santos was nodding slowly but it took him a second to respond with words. “But you’ll help me so I don’t accidentally hurt Harley’s feelings?”

“We’re both going to do that once in a while because he’s got big ones. He’s just used to ignoring them or being ignored in general. But we’re both going to try to do our best not to upset him because he’s sweet and I think his little side would hold a grudge.”

That had Santos shaking with silent laughter, trying not to wake up the little drama queen. “He was so cute about you counting. That pout was amazing.”

“He was overtired and just…his reserves aren’t built up yet.” We just needed to figure out what would help with that. “He loves that job but it takes a lot out of him.”

“He’s stubborn like his Daddy, though.” Santos chuckled again when I rolled my eyes. “What about we try to find small ways to boost him when he’s at work? We’ll make sure he gets food and encourage him to take several small breaks if one longer one isn’t reasonable.”

“I think that’s a good start.” I’d just never dated anyone who was deliberately exhausting themselves for a job. Most people I knew worked as little as humanly possible and exhausted themselves doing stupid shit. “Do you think we need to make him talk to a therapist?”

Harley didn’t seem to have much family and the ones he had he didn’t talk to, but I didn’t think he was punishing himself. It was just a matter of only children having only children and being kind of cold.

Santos frowned and I could see his mind whirling. “I don’t know. I think we should watch out for him and come back to that idea in a few weeks? We technically haven’t been dating that long.”

He needed to have more faith in knowing his partners…but we’d work on that just like we’d work on Harley overstretching himself and my being patient because we couldn’t move in together yet.

Being a good partner was hard sometimes.

“I think that’s a good plan.” It wasn’t but it made Santos happy, so I would go along with it for the time being. “Now it’s time to keep your promise to Harley.”

He’d start worrying instead of decompressing if I didn’t distract him.

The smirk that flashed over his face said I was already on the right track. “What did you have in mind? With the boss over there already asleep, we don’t have to follow his orders.”

“He’s cute when he’s stubborn.” But I was the boss and we weren’t going to forget that part. “But yes, it’s up to us now.”

Me.

It was up to me.

“I think you wanted kisses first.” Sliding lower down the bed, Santos leaned in and kissed my neck. “What should we do second?”

I was flexible as long as I got attention.

“I could kiss you.” There were lots of places on him that would probably like my lips.

“Hmm…” His low, pleased hum sent a shiver through me, but it also could’ve been because his lips found my ear. “I like the sound of that plan.”

What could I say…I had great ideas.

“Let’s start with your kisses first, though.” His lips teased along my jaw, working their way toward my mouth. “We were interrupted the first time.”

I was the best partner ever and didn’t point out how we’d gotten interrupted, but his lips finally meeting mine might’ve helped with that.

Especially since he went right for deep kisses with his tongue stroking mine, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

His body tensed as he tasted Harley but he didn’t pull away, kissing me deeper. It was a stubbornness that I could get behind because it had him rocking against me like he had something to prove. He wasn’t going to let anything get between us, including his own fears.

It was perfection in kiss form and left us both breathless when he finally pulled away, grinning and thoroughly pleased with himself.

“My turn for a taste test. Just for something a lot lower.” My teasing had him rolling his eyes and rolling over on the bed. The fact that he managed it without falling off said just how much he wanted my lips on his dick.

It was time to reward my other cutie for being brave and open with his feelings.

He didn’t seem to do that much, so we were going to start associating it with happy thoughts and happy endings.

“What if Harley wakes up?” Santos peeked over at our sleeping boy as he settled on the bed, me between his splayed legs.

“Then he’ll say something adorable and ask for cuddles when we’re done.” His little side was remarkably chatty considering how shy his grown-up side was. “He thinks we’re cute when we’re having sex.”

Santos groaned and scrubbed his hands over his face but he didn’t try to deny how right I was. “I’m not going to worry. He knows what he’s comfortable with and he’s good about sharing his limits.”

Kind of.

Most of the time, as long as we counted nonverbal communication.

“I’m going to share my limits with you right now.” Because he needed another distraction. “I want you to fuck my throat.”

Harley wasn’t the only drama queen who was ready to relax completely.

Santos’s next groan was filled with desire, not worry, and it only got better as I pulled the front of his sleep pants down. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

Yep.

And I made it even hotter by leaning down and looking up the line of his body as I licked the head of his cock.

“Fuck.”

There was no point in arguing with me, so he was just a good Dom and ran his hands over my head. The firm caress sent shivers through me, but he made everything in my head go silent as his grip tightened. “That’s right. You’re going to be a good cocksucker for me, aren’t you?”

His quiet, rough voice made the tender words even hotter, but I didn’t have to explain that. He simply knew it and slowly fed his cock between my lips. No hesitation. No questions. He just took my mouth and made it his toy, bobbing my head in a slow rhythm that would’ve made me insane.

It wasn’t about me, though.

I was just Pokey’s hole to poke.

Santos’s mouth to make love to.

Lick.

Suck.

Swallow.

Breathe.

The pattern repeated over and over until my brain could only think about the cock in front of me and it let the rest of me float.

In the distance I could feel the wonderful ache he was giving me.

I could hear myself gag when he slid as deep as he could go.

But the best sounds were from Santos as he relaxed into the pleasure of using me.

Eventually my brain tuned back in when he started to come and shot down my throat, but I was still living in a fuzzy world where reality was far away. My eyes wouldn’t really open, but I didn’t need them to clean off his cock and nuzzle against it.

Even soft, it was big enough that I’d never lose it, so I let the happy feeling take me again. Far away, Santos grumbled like the Dom he was and said something about me being a pain in the ass…and then about me brushing my teeth but that ship had sailed and I let it float away completely.