Page 8 of Their Little Helper (The Lactin Brotherhood #22)

HARLEY

He.

I.

Papa.

Wow.

“I’m not going to use words like fuck around Harley. He’s sweet. I’ll fuck you and I’ll make love to him when he’s ready.” Papa’s tone made it sound like he thought that was obvious and imagining him saying duh to Daddy had my head clearing.

It’d be funny.

“You can do both. Sweet doesn’t mean just love making.” Daddy was definitely ready to say duh to Papa based on how he was rolling his eyes. “Just because he can’t ask for it yet doesn’t mean he doesn’t want it.”

Were they really arguing over how to…do that with me?

To me?

It was hard to tell, but I’d be okay with it either way.

“He doesn’t have much experience with either, so we’re going to start with love making and then give him a chance to explore different types of sexual situations.” Papa was stroking my back but glaring at Daddy. It was kind of confusing but I liked being cuddled.

“Unless he’s lived in a convent or cult, he’s got a computer and has an idea about what he wants.

” Daddy made those options sound so reasonable I wanted to ask where he’d grown up, but he kept lecturing Papa before I decided if I could verbalize my questions.

“We need to take his desires into consideration. What if he wants to be fucked?”

I’d kind of thought the difference between those two things were only in fiction but they clearly didn’t think that.

Was one rougher than the other?

Harder?

I knew porn and romance novels were fantasy, but the closest I’d come to the real thing had been awkward and weird. Neither of the options they were discussing matched what I could relate to. So I stayed quiet and let them figure it out.

Judging by the way Daddy had wiggled on me and how Papa made my body flash hot and how neither of them expected me to be in control, I was going to like it no matter what they decided to do.

We just weren’t going to do much to me.

Daddy on the other hand seemed to be deliberately being a pain in the butt, which I was guessing meant he needed more attention than he was getting.

Naughty attention.

Papa seemed like the don’t reward bad behavior type, though.

But if he couldn’t punish Daddy for being a brat, what would they do?

Hmm…nothing good.

“Papa?” Yes. Words. I could get out simple words not related to sex. “Can I have my juice?”

Relief rushed through me when they stopped poking at each other and turned to me, but it also made me the center of attention again which made me slightly lightheaded. It was better than the alternative, though.

“Yes, sweet boy.” Papa kissed my head, smiling at me. “You go sit down on the couch with your Daddy and I’ll get you a drink. Then we’ll cuddle.”

Hmm.

“And…” Shoot. They kept making me have to communicate. “The other stuff.”

Papa smiled when I touched Daddy’s green line but he nodded and it seemed like he thought I was cute. “Yes. We’ll get to know each other and I’ll get more kisses.”

I could feel my face heating up again but Daddy opened his mouth.

Ugh.

He was going to get himself in trouble.

I wasn’t sure what that would look like but Papa was ready to be a Dom if Daddy didn’t stop being himself so loudly.

So I had to save Daddy…he needed me.

I kissed him.

I did it.

It was probably as take-charge as I was going to get, but it made both of them sigh and smile. When it looked like it’d kept Daddy from getting in trouble, I gave Papa a cheek kiss. “Um, Daddy needs…he needs more than cuddles.”

I’d never had a date get so close to sex without it imploding or me panicking, so I wasn’t sure how to move them in the right direction, but I touched the green line and nodded at Papa. “I…”

Daddy needed me.

Papa needed me.

I didn’t have to know what I was doing because they both liked being in charge.

“I’ll cuddle Daddy and then…and then you’ll give him attention.” Yes. That wasn’t overwhelming. “I’ll…I’ll be there and get just a little attention.”

I wasn’t sure what they’d want to do to me, but my brain was filling in a lot of fun options.

“I think that sounds like a wonderful plan.” Papa kissed my cheek, then my jaw, then sent shivers through me when he nibbled on my ear. “And I’m very glad you want to watch me give your Daddy attention.”

My face hurt it was so red, but I nodded so he knew I’d been honest.

I was pretty sure I was going to like watching them, and practically, it meant I could keep Daddy from getting in trouble or making Papa so mad he didn’t want to get dehydrated any longer.

“So sweet and so naughty…it’s sexy.” Papa’s whisper sent a shiver through me and I made an embarrassed squeak. “That’s sexy too.”

I wasn’t sure how, but his expression said he was being serious and the way Daddy was nodding said he agreed with Papa. Nothing they’d done so far made me question their sincerity, but it was kind of weird the way they liked parts of me that usually drove dates insane.

So it left me kind of confused and made figuring out what to say even harder, but Papa needed some kind of response, so I kissed his cheek as he straightened. That got another smile from him as he stroked his hand over my back. “I’ll be right back.”

“I want water…so I can get dehydrated.” Daddy seemed intent on making Papa nuts, so I took his hand as Papa went toward another part of the house and what I thought was probably the kitchen.

It was a good distraction too and he squeezed it as he smiled wider again. “My good boy. So brave. Let’s go cuddle.”

I liked not having to guess what that meant, and I loved that Daddy made himself comfortable on my lap as soon as I sat down. He even wiggled and gave me an innocent smile that seemed to mean he was thinking naughty things.

“I’m going to make you uncomfortable for just a minute but then it’ll be over.” Daddy kissed my cheek. “Like pulling off a Band-Aid and then getting to come.”

His explanation made me nervous, but that was mostly because I was pretty sure I knew what he was going to ask me about.

My limits.

“We’re going to do this as fast as we can so Pokey doesn’t complain and you don’t get too upset.” Daddy’s expression said he wasn’t going to budge, so I took a breath and nodded. “Good boy. Finger at the ready.”

Bringing my hand up, I held it in front of his shirt and did my best to ignore the hurricane of butterflies in my stomach.

“So brave.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek before going back to looking serious again. “Big boy kisses with tongue and moans?”

Green.

Easy.

“Me getting naked?”

Green…and blushing.

“Pokey getting naked?”

How could I get any redder?

Green.

“Me orgasming through penile manipulation?”

Green.

He had an interesting way of saying things that kept distracting me.

But green.

I was going to get to see him naked.

Stay focused.

“Me orgasming through anal stimulation.”

Green.

I was shy but curious…and they were both really sexy in different ways.

“You getting naked.”

Oh…green.

“Thank God. You’re so fucking sexy I just want to lick you all over.”

Wow.

“Licking you all over?”

Wow.

Green.

Yes.

Green.

“Nursing? You’re going to have a letdown response if you get that turned on.”

I was already at that point and Daddy was already looking very excited about that idea, so I touched green even though I wanted to squirm. It made me nervous and he probably realized that, but he was so…and I was just…he might even…

Green.

“Good boy. Do you want a penile orgasm through some kind of manual manipulation?”

I.

Green.

No thinking.

Just color.

Fast.

Fast.

Fast.

“Is a mouth okay?”

Green.

Had anyone ever asked me that?

“Hand?”

Green.

Shouldn’t that have come before mouth?

Oh wow.

Daddy wanted to put his mouth on me.

“All done.” Daddy collapsed into me as Papa came back in the room with my juice in a tall thin glass with a special straw just for me. “And before the drama queen got back.”

That did not make Papa happy.

But my straw made me happy.

“What did you do to our boy? He looks exhausted.” Papa frowned as he came over and sat down beside me, pulling Daddy’s legs onto his lap. “You were supposed to cuddle with him.”

“I did.” Daddy didn’t look guilty even though he hadn’t exactly told the truth. “We just played a quick game and got a few things sorted out.”

Papa’s eyes dropped down to Daddy’s color shirt. “Limits?”

“Yes.” Daddy gave Papa his I’m proud of you smile and it made Papa even more growly. “Good job. You were right the first time.”

Dangerous games seemed to turn Daddy on.

“You and I are going to have that switch conversation faster than you seem to want if you keep fucking with me.” Papa’s rough, low tone had me getting nervous but Daddy moaned.

He moaned.

“Stop that. It’s confusing me and turning me on.” Daddy’s response confused me but it made Papa smile. “Fine. No cheating, though.”

Did he like the kind of angry tone?

Did I have to like the angry tone?

The way Papa smiled as he looked at me made me think that was just for Daddy. “Here’s your juice. Are you still feeling okay?”

My limits.

“It…it was fast.” Daddy talked really fast when he wanted something and that might’ve made it easier. “I…I answered the questions.”

Please let me not have to answer the questions again.

“He’s okay with everyone getting naked.” Daddy started counting on his finger as he went through the list. “We can make him orgasm but I just asked about his penis for now.”

Papa nodded like it was the most normal conversation in the world and I just drank my juice because my swirly straw was better than thinking about what they were talking about. “He’s fine with me getting an orgasm with penile or anal stimulation.”

Yep, no thinking about lists.

Swirly straws were the best straws.

“He likes grown-up kisses. He’s fine with being licked and my nursing from him.” Daddy’s tongue flicked out over his lips and he made Papa chuckle.

And me blush.

But I wasn’t thinking about that because I had a swirly straw.

“What else?” Daddy did his thinking face and tapped his chin. “I think I hit all the highlights.”

Yes.

But I wasn’t thinking about that because swirly straws were magic.

Up. Up. Up.

Down. Down. Down.

“All done.” Papa leaned over and kissed my head. “You did a very good job.”

Being good was hard.

“I think we’ll just let him drink and decide how dehydrated he gets in a bit.” Daddy kissed my head but I was still playing with my straw because magic was fun. “I’m pretty sure we hit his limit.”

“Agreed.” Papa kissed my head too but then he just snuggled closer and focused on Daddy. “Besides, he wasn’t the drama queen who was demanding an orgasm.”

Nope…that was Daddy.

But he huffed. “I’m not the drama llama in this relationship.”

Just because he said so didn’t make it true.

Up. Up. Up.

Down. Down. Down.

“You can argue about llamas or I can make you come.” Papa glared at Daddy as he kind of threatened him but Daddy shivered. “You decide which.”

“We had the discussion about cheating, Pokey.” Daddy tried to sound stern but he kept rubbing his bottom on my lap.

“It’s not my fault your sub side is feeling needy.” Papa shrugged but he had a naughty look in his eyes. “But I don’t need to make you submit to make you come.”

“Promises. Promises.” It was Daddy’s turn to shrug. “I’m not seeing any results so far. All talk no action?”

Yep. Daddy liked to live dangerously…that’s why he needed his boy.

Papa leaned in and his glare made Daddy shiver again. “Let me show you my action.”

Was kissing supposed to look like fighting?

Daddy didn’t squirm much because he knew I didn’t want to spill my juice but he moaned and Papa growled and their mouths fought. Maybe Papa was right about being sweet and not being sweet? I couldn’t picture him or Daddy doing that to me.

I liked watching them do it, though.

It was almost as good as straw magic.

Up. Up. Up.

Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.

Down. Down. Down.

Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle.

Up. Up. Up.

Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.

Down. Down. Down.

Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle.

Shoot.

All gone.

I gave Papa my glass and he put it on the coffee table without stopping kissing because he was good at taking care of both of us. He even stroked my head as he grabbed Papa’s neck and mouth-fought more.

It was the grown-up version of the pat your head and rub your tummy game.

Daddy liked it too because he made happy sounds and moaned and started pulling on Papa’s shirt.

“Fuck it all. Get naked, damn it.”

Daddy didn’t use nice words when he was feeling naughty.

“Language.”

Papa was so cute.

“You’re probably going to fuck me on his lap.” Daddy pulled back and glared at Papa. “That means I can use the word fuck.”

Papa looked offended. “No, it doesn’t. They’re two different things.”

It was Daddy’s turn to look confused. “You’ve lost your ever-loving mind. Fuck it back into me. Then we’ll figure out the effing rules.”

Was he going to let Papa win?

Did Papa want to win?

Did I care who won?

Nope.

I cared about more juice, though.

And more lap wiggles.

And milk time because wiggles made me achy.