Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
That didn’t mean he wasn’t watching us, though.
No, our stubborn boy pulled Santos closer to me and even managed another quick pout. “’Ttention, Papa. ’Ttention.”
Bossy shouldn’t be so adorable, but it was and that made it impossible to fight against.
Even Santos stopped trying as he sat up just enough to kiss Harley’s cheek. “Yes, Daddy’s going to get lots of good attention, so you just close your eyes and listen to him being happy.”
That was an order I could get behind completely, so I let Santos handle our exhausted boy and just relaxed into Harley. For some reason that seemed to be what finally had him giving in to the exhaustion that had been pulling on him since he’d gotten off work.
All it took was for the ache to start easing and for Santos to rock his cock against my ass like he was making love to me and Harley was done. I couldn’t decide if I was being punished or I was just the best Daddy ever, but I suckled both sides to make sure he’d sleep soundly and managed not to scream at Santos for making me crazy.
Yep, best Daddy ever.
Santos wasn’t bad either, though, because he kept up the slow rocking even though it had to be making him nuts too. My ass was fabulous and he was just teasing himself.
Yes, we were both amazing.
Santos’s groan as I finally released Harley’s nipple said he knew it too. “I can’t decide if he tortured me or if I’m going to blame my aching balls on how sexy you are.”
Hmm.
“Well, I do have a great ass.” Wiggling it against his hard cock, I grinned as he let out another frustrated sound. “I’ve got good lips too, though.”
Rolling over, I wiggled into his arms and stole a kiss.
He moaned, nibbling on my lips and teasing his tongue against mine as I silently demanded more, but as soon as he deepened it, he pulled away, eyes wide. “I.”
I wasn’t nearly as tired as Harley but I admit that it took me a moment to realize what the issue was.
The milk.
Hmm.
Santos was clearly thinking something, so I took a chance and whispered softly. “Harley said you’d never tasted it and I guess I can understand that.”
No. I could not, but that wasn’t the response he needed to hear at the moment.
“But I think it’s time that I ask a few questions.” Maybe? It had to be better than when Harley was awake just in case it was more traumatic than I was assuming.
I could handle trauma Papa…he might not be able to without worrying forever.
“I…” Santos’s gaze bounced between us for a few seconds before he let out a breath and rested his head in his hands. “Yes. You have the right to ask questions.”
I was his partner and coparenting our boy.
“You also have the right not to be ready for my questions, though.” He seemed to need that reminder, so I didn’t mind when he chuckled.
“I know.” Closing his eyes, he seemed to force himself to relax as he wrapped his free arm around me to rest his hand on Harley’s chest. “But there’s no reason to put this off.”
I wasn’t so sure about that but he needed to be in charge of the discussion for the time being.
“I lactate, yes.” That wasn’t a surprise but I nodded and waited for him to take the next step. “It started when I was a teenager, but unlike most of the men in the Lactin Brotherhood, I don’t struggle with having too much. Quickly pumping every couple of days is enough for me to be comfortable.”
Oh.
When he opened his eyes, it seemed to be him trying to decide if I understood the situation. I thought I did, but I crossed my toes that I wasn’t going to fuck up the situation. “So it’s enough to make dating narrow-minded people difficult, but not enough to make the guys who are into it happy.”
Barely nodding, Santos’s next words came easier. “It hasn’t made dating easy and it’s put me in a difficult position.”
Most men would probably think he was lucky as far as the lactating thing went, but I could see how it would be frustrating.
It still didn’t explain why he’d never tried it but that seemed to be a me thing.
“Well, it’s not an issue with us.” Harley didn’t seem to have a problem one way or the other, and I was happy to have Harley for milk cuddles. “So you just need to make what you need a little clearer. I don’t always understand why it makes some people…why it makes people react unexpectedly.”
Bodies were just bodies and did fascinating things.
Santos chuckled, leaning in to give me an almost innocent kiss that time. “Thank you for being careful with me, but I’m going to do my best not to react as strongly.”