Milk For His Little (The Lactin Brotherhood #12)

4. Shawn

Chapter 4

Shawn

I pulled up outside the club and cut the engine, my mind on what Kasper had said when he collected the milk.

Him telling me I was the kind of Daddy a Little would want gave me hope that he himself would want me. But I’d also considered he was just being polite. Our so-called relationship might consist of him buying my milk. Our brief interactions being when he accepted the milk, made small talk, and skedaddled to enjoy his bottle.

Sitting with my head resting on the steering wheel, I almost started the car and drove off. Before Kasper came to the house, I’d decided not to interact with him, fearing I’d be disappointed when he rejected me.

And yet here I was again, hoping to find Kasper in the Little room. No, I pushed that thought away. Not Kasper, just a Little wanting to play. I couldn’t pin my hopes on Kasper, only to have them dashed.

I ordered a drink, just a soda water, as I veered away from alcohol when playing.

Gathering my courage, I grabbed my drink and strolled toward the Little room. I hoped anyone watching me wouldn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. The pads were in place, keeping me dry, and I sipped the soda water as if there was nothing special about this evening.

But inwardly I was a mess, my belly rumbling and churning, and I almost raced to the bathroom as sweat dribbled down my spine. I paused before going into the Little room, catching my breath and hoping my thundering heart rate would slow.

“Hi.”

That hesitant voice at my elbow was the same one that had been on a never-ending loop in my head since he said goodbye and took off with his purchase.

“Kasper.” There was a croak in my voice, but the noise in the club might have masked it.

He shuffled his feet and glanced over my shoulder, suggesting he was focused on someone else. I tamped down the jealousy, but my mind had turned to cotton candy, all fluff and no substance, and I stood awkwardly wondering what to say.

Kasper nibbled his bottom lip. It was adorable, but as his Daddy, I would have encouraged him to take a deep breath and say what he wanted to say.

“I don’t suppose...” He tugged his ear before sliding his hand close to his lips, convincing me he wanted to suck his thumb.

He gulped, and I steered him out of the way as a Daddy guided his Little to the exit. “…That you’d like to play with me.” Kasper jerked his head toward the Little room.

His words hit me like a ton of bricks, and the room spun around until I steadied my nerves and acted as a Daddy who welcomed the invitation.

Kasper’s face brightened, and I heard a distinct ”Whew!” under his breath.

“That was very brave of you to ask me.” I outstretched my hand toward the Little room. “Shall we?”

Kasper sat in the soft corner surrounded by cushions, and he hugged one close to his chest.

“What would you like to do first?”

He tugged the neck of his shirt and brought it close to his mouth, but I gently pushed his hand away. “Use your words, Kasper.”

“I like playing knock ‘em down with the blocks.” He leaned in close and lowered his voice, though we were the room’s only occupants. “My friend Liam gets angry when I win. I don’t like playing with him.”

We set up the blocks and took turns pitching the balls at them. Kasper giggled when he toppled all the remaining ones, and I clapped.

“Good job.”

His tummy rumbled, and he glanced at me though his long dark lashes.

“Did you eat dinner?”

He shook his head. “I forgot.”

“Let’s pack up the blocks and we’ll get some food.”

Once the space was tidy, I pulled up the menu, and he perused it. “Can I have the dino nuggets with lots of ketchup?”

He didn’t have to ask my permission because I wasn’t his Daddy. If I were, I’d make sure he ate vegetables with his chicken and had fruit for afterward.

Knowing the food would be served at the Little table, Kasper scrambled to sit.

“Have you forgotten something?”

Shock registered on his face, and blood drained from his cheeks. He scrunched up his fists and rubbed his eyes. “I don’t… sorry… D-Daddy.”

His voice wobbled, and him using that word had my insides lurching and milk spurting from my nipples, to say nothing of how my cock reacted. I steadied myself, pulling in deep breaths, but not daring to hope about a possible future. “We always wash our hands before eating.”

The food arrived when we returned from the bathroom, and I put on Kasper’s bib with bunnies that the server brought.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

He said it again, more confidently than the first time, and I squirted a small amount of ketchup in the small section next to the nuggets.

“Yum.”

Gods, he was adorable with ketchup smeared on his lips. His gaze fell on the toy box with the teddy he’d been playing with the other night balanced on top.

“Teddy’s hungry too. May I give him a dino nugget?”

“You may. But don’t get ketchup on him.”

“This is so yummy, teddy.” He “fed” the bear a nugget before returning him to the box.

When he finished eating, I helped him wash his hands, and he yawned.

“Time for bed.”

His eyes lit up. Did he think I was suggesting we sleep together? Not that I didn’t want to, but it was too soon.

“You need to go home and sleep.”

He pushed out his bottom lip. If he was about to throw a tantrum, I’d take him outside and we’d talk about how to channel our feelings when we don’t get what we want.

“Yes, Daddy.” His solemn expression melted my heart and gave me the confidence to say, “Would you like to go out Saturday night?”

His mouth formed a huge O. “With you? As in a date?”

“Yes.”

“I’d love to.” He flung himself into my arms. I breathed in the aroma of his shampoo that reminded me of grapefruit which I disliked.

If I was his Daddy, I’d get him a honey and lavender one.