Page 25 of Their Little Helper (The Lactin Brotherhood #22)

HARLEY

“Daddy.” He slept like the dead, so I poked him again. “Daddy.”

Groaning, Daddy finally woke up enough to pull his pillow over his head. “You can only have one.”

Huh?

Maybe he wasn’t awake?

“Papa is gone and there’s someone moving around. They keep walking by the door and it’s not Papa’s footsteps.” I wasn’t sure how I knew that but I did. “I don’t know what to do.”

He would know what to do.

“Go pee and then come back to bed.” Daddy rolled over and wrapped his arms around me, still hiding. “Neither of us has to work this morning…Pokey…Pokey said something about having to go to work.”

Oh.

Maybe I remembered that.

“But what do we do?” I wasn’t sure I could sleep with someone walking around. “What if they don’t know we’re here?”

“Then Pokey’s a moron.” Groaning again, Daddy pushed the pillow off his face and pretended not to be frustrated. “Worst-case scenario, we explain to the cops that we’ve just started dating. I know a lawyer. It’ll be fine. This happens with rich people more than you think.”

That hadn’t been the plan I’d been expecting.

Mine had been more be embarrassed and panic.

“I…I don’t know a lawyer.” Daddy got into a lot more trouble than I did, so it probably wasn’t a surprise that he knew who to call if Papa’s house manager went nuts. “Can I use yours too?”

“Of course, baby.” Pulling me tighter, Daddy squished me against him and nuzzled against my chest. “Now, you’re entirely too tense and that’s no way to start the day. Let’s fix that.”

I giggled as Daddy started nuzzling my chest. “I just think you’re hungry.”

His tummy growling was what’d woken me up…then I’d heard the strange footsteps moving around.

“I’m always hungry for my boy.” Daddy pushed me onto my back and rolled over so he was draped down my body. “Much better.”

Yes…I had to agree this was much better than worrying.

Daddy was wiggling over me and his lips wrapped around my nipple…much much better.

“I…” Sighing, I closed my eyes and let him ease the ache in my chest. After what might’ve been a few minutes, I started to doze so I had to fight how good he made me feel. “I forgot where I was for a second when I woke up. It was confusing but then I saw you.”

Daddy made a pleased hum and nuzzled against me as his tongue and lips worked my nipple.

“I liked that you came to get me last night.” I should probably tell them that they didn’t need to do that all the time but I’d do that later.

Thinking was too hard at the moment and my brain kept trying to go back to sleep.

“I…I’m good at firing people…work me, that is… but regular me starts to worry.”

They’d kept me distracted, though.

“Papa saved me dinner.” They’d done a good job taking care of me and that was a much easier topic to talk about. “And…and you got me a bath. That…that was a nice way to end the day.”

Daddy had found a good way to start the day too. It was so good, he’d somehow moved to the other side without me noticing. That didn’t mean my worries had vanished like magic. My worries were very real because they had footsteps, but Daddy was making it hard to remember that.

“You…you made getting off work really nice.” It was usually a lot harder than that and I’d gotten to bed before the sun had come up. “I slept good.”

I hadn’t gone to bed sad or achy or hungry.

It’d been a long time since I was up before ten in the morning after work.

I didn’t even smell like the bar…I smelled like my strawberry bubbles.

“I slept good because of my bubbles and you…and you both taking such good care of me.” The internet said good Daddies did that but I hadn’t been sure about that.

He woke me up really good too.

I wasn’t aching or too full when he finally released my nipple and grinned as he rested his head on my chest. “Hi, Daddy.”

“Good morning, cutie.” He wiggled his bottom and pretended to glare at me. “You’re too distracted for fun.”

Maybe.

“Can…can we do that without Papa?” I was kind of thinking they said we could but it felt weird. “I don’t remember the rules.”

Daddy paused, cocking his head. “Another very good question is if you being asleep in the same room where I’m fooling around with your Papa counts as you being there.”

Could I ask what they’d done?

They’d done something.

Daddy giggled, kissing my cheeks. “You’re so cute when you blush. He and I were talking last night and one thing led to another and then he needed to be rewarded and I needed to relax so he fucked my throat.”

Huh?

“That’s…that’s relaxing?”

Daddy always gave me the most interesting answers.

“Yes.” Kissing my other cheek, he wiggled and grinned again. “For me it can be. I realize that might just be a me thing, though.”

He had lots of those, so I decided I didn’t have to find it relaxing.

I also didn’t have to ask if it counted as Daddy submitting to Papa or not.

“Um, I think it counts since we were all in bed together.” I could feel my face getting even hotter but I knew I had to answer his question. “And…and I don’t feel left out or anything like that.”

The internet said sometimes that happened but not to me.

“Thank you for letting me know.” Daddy kissed my first cheek again but then his tummy grumbled and he flopped down on me. “Ugh. Okay, time to brave the house manager. Handsome? Handy? What was his name?”

Not Handy or Handsome.

“Hanson, Daddy.” I wasn’t sure if Daddy calling him House Manager Handsome would push our first impression to the right direction. “But…but we should put clothes on first?”

“Yes.” Daddy rolled off me, springing up like he was ready to charge out and handle anything. “Just in case the cops show up, we don’t want to be in jammies.”

That was a good plan.

But looking around, I started to worry. “Where are my clothes, Daddy?”

I’d been kind of tired last night and I couldn’t remember where they’d gone besides the floor.

“They’re on the floor.” Daddy’s answer made my worries come back, but when he leaned over to look for them and almost fell off the bed, it was a good distraction. “Oops. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Putting him back on the bed, I shrugged. “Papa would be upset if you got hurt.”

Then we’d have the police and ambulance coming to Papa’s condo.

“For a variety of reasons.” Sitting up straighter, he sighed as he climbed off the bed. “Okay, quick look then I know what to do.”

That was helpful because I didn’t.

I’d never been in a situation like this before but Daddy had done everything.

His quick look was actually quick and he looked under the bed and around the room for our clothes. Most of the time his words weren’t as straightforward as that, so it was amazing for them to match his actions.

“Nothing.” Frowning, Daddy straightened. “Someone was helpful.”

Huh?

I must’ve looked as confused as I felt because Daddy sighed. “Rich people. They get helpful in unexpected ways and it’s possible it was Hanson’s idea.”

Oh.

“Papa didn’t want us to have dirty clothes.” That made more sense than them magically disappearing. “Do you think he realized we’d be in our pajamas?”

Papa shrugged. “Probably not. Rich people.”

They weren’t like real people…and I was starting to understand why Daddy said Papa needed us.

“I don’t want to meet Mr. Hanson for the first time in my jammies.” That would not be good…or professional. “I’m going to call you Dally around Mr. Hanson.”

“I think both of those things are very reasonable.” Daddy looked down at himself. “Especially since I don’t want to go out wearing my jammies either.”

We were cute and Papa liked getting us dressed up, but Mr. Hanson didn’t need to know that.

“Time to raid Pokey’s closet.” Daddy stepped toward it but stopped right away. “And to make sure I don’t call him Pokey.”

That was probably a good idea too.

“We need to look like we’re nice to Papa.” And that probably started with using his name and not being…not letting Daddy be too Dally in front of Hanson. “We know he’s special but Mr. Hanson might not see it that way.”

That could come later once we’d been properly introduced.

“You’re probably right.” Getting moving again, Daddy marched into Papa’s closet. “He’s going to think we’re a weird one-night stand or something, so we’re going to need to make sure he understands we’re keeping Pokey. Ugh. Santos.”

Daddy was never going to be able to use Papa’s name…and neither was I.

“ Santos doesn’t have any real size clothes at all.” The way Daddy drew out Papa’s name made me smile but I knew better than to laugh about the clothes thing. Daddy didn’t seem to realize that dramatic things came in small packages.

Just not with a small package.

“Why are you giggling and blushing?” Daddy’s words made me jump but his smirk made the blushing worse. “Naughty boy.”

Only because of Daddy and Papa.

“I…” I really didn’t know how to explain that, though. “Did you find me clothes, Daddy?”

Oops.

“Dally.” Trying to say his name…well…maybe his name but I’d figure that out later. “Did you find me clothes?”

Yes, no names.

Daddy was snickering but nodded. “Yep. We’ll be fine even though I’m going to be the one who looks like he’s wearing his Daddy’s clothes.”

I wasn’t sure if I could laugh at that without being rude but he was right.

I’d hoped he was exaggerating but the oversized shorts and T-shirt made him look younger than he was too.

So by the time we were ready to actually leave Papa’s room, Daddy was not happy and looked like a kid who was pouting.

I’d decided laughing or even smiling would be a bad idea.

“Can…can we eat breakfast here?” I wasn’t sure what the rules were for this kind of situation. “I’m hungry.”

“If we can’t, I know a place that does a great breakfast.” Daddy kissed my cheek before reaching for the door handle. “And then we’ll call your Papa and I’ll scream at him.”

That plan made Daddy just a little too happy, so I hoped it didn’t come down to that.

It’d be better than having to deal with the police, though, so it might’ve been the better option in the long run.

Please don’t let Mr. Hanson call the police.