Page 9 of Their Little Helper (The Lactin Brotherhood #22)

SANTOS

Fucking drama queen had to argue about everything.

But he’d stopped for the moment, so I reached for his shirt. “You’re getting fucked so you get naked first.”

Damn it.

The drama queen smirked but held his tongue for once in his life.

He must’ve really wanted my dick in his ass.

Harley seemed to think so too because as he played with his straw he rubbed his Daddy’s back. He was mostly tuned out the rest of it, though, which was slightly confusing. But he’d gone over his limits and seemed content with us getting naked in his lap.

So…

“Do you have a condom?” Dally stayed still as I finished unbuttoning his shirt, but the minute it was off he started squirming again.

Fuck.

I managed not to say that in front of Harley, though.

“No.” His frown matched mine. “I don’t ever go this fast.”

And I hadn’t expected to do more than talk with Harley at the meeting because most of the time he didn’t seem to realize I was trying to get his attention.

Groaning, Dally looked down at his lap and frowned. “I wasn’t planning on finding my partners today either.”

While we were grumbling, Harley finally pulled his straw out of his mouth. “I had to go to the doctor.”

Because of his milk.

He didn’t ask any questions but he looked between us curiously. “I was nervous but he was nice.”

Most club members used the same local doctor, so yes, he was nice.

“Did you get checked?” Glancing at his Daddy and then me, Harley frowned. “Is it bad to ask?”

“No, baby.” Dally kissed his cheek innocently. “I didn’t get checked for the club because I’m technically not a member in the same way you are, but I haven’t been with anyone since my last checkup.”

When he turned to me, I realized we hadn’t actually had any conversation about what kind of membership I had.

Not a single question.

“Did you get a physical?” What he was really asking was if I lactated as well, since only members like that were required to get physicals, so I nodded.

Instead of asking anything about that, though, he perked up. “Perfect. I’m good with no condom but I’ll leave it up to you.”

As I processed the options and his reaction, Harley licked the end of his straw and shrugged. “Daddy probably likes being messy.”

Dally’s grin was nearly ear to ear. “Just a little bit. But Daddy is always careful and not reckless.”

I was going to call bullshit on that just in general principle but nothing he’d said or done gave me the impression he’d put me or Harley at risk.

Harley seemed to be on the same page, although his book was more interesting than mine. “Your mommy will be mad if you hurt Papa or make him sick.”

Dally’s eyes went wide. “She’ll have a cow. I’m not dealing with that forever. Nothing is worth dealing with that.”

Leaning in, his voice dropped conspiratorially. “One of my brothers made a decision that led to…let’s say a problem and my mother was mad…and disappointed…and just not fit to live with for a very long time. You’re very important to me, but she’s scary.”

I wasn’t going to ask which brother or what he’d ended up with, and it seemed like Harley didn’t care either. He had more important things on his mind. “Do I have to tell her you’re being good?”

He had the most interesting questions.

I could see why the two of them were good together.

Dally shook his head. “Not unless we have to confess that something has gone wrong…or itchy…or burning.”

Good fucking grief.

One.

Two.

Three.

How had we gotten so off track?

They knew we were all real adults, right?

“We’ll be good.” Harley gave both of us cheek kisses as he settled back into playing with his straw. “You have fun with Papa.”

On his lap?

That was the plan, right?

“Thank you, baby.” Dally returned the sweet peck before turning back to me with a well are you ready kind of expression.

I was ready.

I had questions…but they could wait.

“Such a sweet boy.” Giving Harley a kiss as well, I curled up against both of them and ran my hand down Dally’s chest. “I’ll make sure your Daddy has fun.”

Harley was happy with that, but as he started playing with his straw again his attention stayed fixated on us. It seemed to be a cue that he was ready for us to…play…so I turned my focus toward a barely restrained Dally.

But he was restrained for him, so I shifted and brushed my lips against his. “Are you ready to get messy?”

It wasn’t a question I’d ever asked another date, but then again, my fascinating new partners were unlike anyone else I’d ever met.

“I would like that. Thank you.” Dally gave me a polite kiss that was like he was pretending to be someone else. “I would also like to be pounded into next week, too.”

That was Dally.

“I’ll do my best.” This time. “I’m going to go slow and be romantic next time and you’re just going to suffer through it.”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “I understand and I appreciate the warning.”

Brat.

Harley giggled, though, making it clear he was following along, unlike earlier when we were kissing. “Daddy’s naughty.”

Most definitely.

But as Dally turned to frown at Harley for tattling about the obvious, I nibbled on the naughty switch’s neck. It was the perfect distraction and got a moan from the dirty drama queen as he arched his chest out and seemed to beg for more.

So I gave him more, stroking his chest and teasing his nipples as I licked and nibbled. It wasn’t the aggressive passion we’d started out with but it sent warmth flooding through me as I made him moan. “That’s right. I’m going to make you feel so good, brat.”

Dally chuckled, closing his eyes as I worked my way lower and Harley helped move Dally’s shirt to the side of the couch. “Let’s see you try, Pokey.”

Brat.

Harley made another happy sound, like he knew what I was saying in my head, but he was still content to cuddle his Daddy as I kissed lower and slid down to the floor. His soft smile said he was good with the direction things had taken and he stroked my head as I nibbled on Dally’s flat nipples.

Our drama queen moaned and writhed in Harley’s lap, but he wasn’t content with slow and gentle. “Fucking hell. You’re trying to kill me.”

Brat.

Harley barely held back a giggle as Dally reached for his pants. “You guys have had me hard for years at this point.”

He had no patience at all.

But since I’d promised to fuck him hard, I swatted away his hands as Harley leaned him back. “Mine. We’ve already established that.”

Snorting, Dally let us take over. “Bullshit. That’s fine print we need to work out later.”

I was more than ready to defend my position, but as Harley leaned Dally back, he whispered in his Daddy’s ear earning another dramatic sound. “Baby, that’s cheating.”

Hmm…was our boy on my side?

He wasn’t in the right headspace to quiz him and it wasn’t the right time for a conversation, so I let it go for the moment.

Dally might kill me if I derailed his plan of getting pounded.

He seemed like the type to need the physical side of the relationship in some way beyond it just being pleasurable.

Was it about security?

Love?

There was something important about it to him but I pushed my questions to the back of my mind as I stripped off his pants. The sight underneath was lovely, but it was the two of them together as Harley held Dally that was perfection.

Nuzzling and snuggling Dally, Harley kissed his neck and stroked his chest as I stripped off the tiniest briefs I’d ever seen. They were basically just a dick decoration and I definitely approved, but Harley giggled at the site of Dally’s cock nearly bursting the seams.

Dally didn’t mind, though. He just moaned as I slowly peeled them over his leaking erection. “I should’ve dressed for support not sexiness this morning. These have been strangling me.”

Harley thought that was funny, but I leaned over and licked the head as I stripped the scrap of fabric down his legs. “Oh, I think these are perfect.”

Dally was just the right size to pull them off and look sexy as hell, but Harley and I would’ve probably looked like we were wearing a bandage instead of underwear. We were going to make sure Dally had them in a variety of colors, though, and Harley’s cute giggle said he approved too.

“Let me kiss it and make it better.” The teasing got a groan from Dally and a silly giggle from Harley. But Dally didn’t complain about the ridiculousness of it once my mouth was wrapped around his cock.

No…no complaints…just moans and shaking as he tried to resist the urge to fuck my throat. Not that he needed to hold himself back.

So as I slowly pulled off, giving the head firm suction that had Dally shaking, I made sure he understood that as I released his cock. “Don’t hold back on my account.”

Dally made a strangled sound as I went back to driving him crazy and got out the lube I’d grabbed on my way to get Harley’s drink. “You…you’re trying to make me come. It’s…it’s a fucking power trip.”

Maybe.

But he still thrust up and groaned as I swallowed around the head of his cock. “Fuck.”

Humming softly around him got another desperate, sexy sound from him and made me want to laugh. But what made it even better was Harley’s adorable innocence. “How is he doing that? My toothbrush makes me gag.”

Dally couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to laugh or moan, but as I pulled almost all the way off and gave the head more attention, he turned and nuzzled Harley. “Practice…it’s…it takes time to lose your gag reflex, baby. We…we can practice.”

Always the Daddy to his boy.

It was cute and a wonderful distraction, so he didn’t notice the dirty sound of the lube as I slicked up two fingers.

“We can…we can get you a practice dildo and I’ll help.” Dally moaned as I pushed his legs apart and took him deep again. “It will take time…but…but we’re not in any rush.”

Because he’d decided we were his.

He was wrong, of course, they were mine and I’d explain that at some point. For the time being, I did my best to stake my claim on his body, sucking his heart out through his cock and making sure he knew I wasn’t going to let either of them go anywhere.

And I made sure he knew that as I slid one finger inside him as I pulled off just enough to give him room to fuck my throat.

Oh yes.

“Thank God.” Dally’s excited cry got a giggle from Harley, and he held his Daddy tighter as Dally started to buck and fuck himself between my finger and my throat. “That’s right. Yes. I need.”

What he needed was obvious, but he made sure we knew what he was demanding as I stretched his desperate hole and kept him right on the edge.

He rambled about wanting to be fucked hard and made threats about what he was going to do to me if I didn’t hurry and promised Harley that he and I were thoroughly enjoying our playtime and not to worry because he really liked the third finger I’d added to his tight body.

The commentary was funnier than I’d ever imagined, and his brain went a thousand miles an hour as he distracted himself. He hadn’t even noticed me freeing my dick or lubing it up, so his chatter was useful as long as I didn’t let it sidetrack me.

Luckily for all of us, Harley was there to kiss Dally’s cheek and hold him tight, helping me give him all the attention the crazy switch needed.

But when I eased my fingers out of him and finally pulled off his cock, he got demanding again. “Got to…I need…our boy…damn it.”

It only took a second to realize Dally wanted to be flipped over so he could rub himself against Harley, but his grumbling said he thought I was stupid for taking even that long.

We’d come back to that later, but as he turned in Harley’s arms and offered up his ass, I made myself feel better by imagining spanking it.

“I promised…” Dally’s words weren’t making any sense at all but he’d been chatty enough earlier that we knew what else he wanted.

Harley.