Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
He knows it’s going to end badly, but Milo can’t help getting dragged to the Lactin Brotherhood meet and greet since his best friend is the definition of persistent. His only goal is to make it out without embarrassing himself, but it’s a stretch goal that’s getting further out of reach before he even gets there. Well, it’s a stretch goal until his best friend overshares about Milo being a little and he ends up running into the most incredible man he’s ever seen.
Fingers crossed Elias is at least into guys.
Elias
He knows it’s a stupid idea, but Elias can’t help agreeing to go to the ridiculous social event his friend is dragging him to. After being told he’s too serious and has a bad case of a stern resting b-face, Elias isn’t ready to be turned down again. But his luck seems to change when he runs into the sweetest sub he’s ever met and who has the strangest best friend he’s ever encountered.
Fingers crossed Milo isn’t as crazy as his friend.
When a chance meeting turns into a first date, two lost men might just find the family they’ve always dreamed about.
Taking Care of Daddy is part of The Lactin Brotherhood shared world about men who naturally lactate and the guys who need them. This is a DD/lb age play lactation kink solo book by M.A. Innes, although other authors are also writing and co-writing in this universe. If you're interested in writing a book of your own in The Lactin Brotherhood world, please reach out to any of the authors for information.
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Chapter 1
Milo
“This is the dumbest idea you’ve ever had. This is worse than the time you dragged me to the swap meet to find a guy.” Some ideas online were fucking jokes and weren’t meant to be taken seriously. “This is going to explode in my face.”
Or worse…I’d end up being ignored and looking stupid.
Yes, that would definitely be worse.
“You’re such a pesticide…no, pessimist.” Shaking his head, Dally frowned. “It’ll be fine no matter what it’s called.”
He was such a—
“Now, don’t be afraid to explain you’re a little and you’ve got kinks. That will make them feel much more confident about talking to you.”
No.
No, that wouldn’t.
“Tell me you’re kidding.” Please God let him be kidding. “Is that what you did when you came last month?”
Dally snorted. “Of course not. I’m not a little.”
For fuck’s sake.
He must have been dropped one too many times as a baby.
“How do I let you talk me into stupid shit?” It really had to be his superpower. He was some kind of lunatic superhero whose fantastic ability was to talk people into dumb stuff. “This is ridiculous.”
“This is going to be amazing and you know it.” When I sighed, my idiot best friend glared at me. “Don’t make me prove how hard you are.”
He was such a dick.
“We’re in public.” He had severe impulse control issues, so that probably wouldn’t stop him, but at least I could tell the cops this time I’d tried. “I’m not calling your father to bail you out again. I’ll call your mother.”
He knew better than to ask me for money.
I had common sense, not cash.
Well, usually I had the common sense.
“Did they throw you out last time and you’re just using me to get in?” How had he been invited back? “Did you lie to me?”
He’d said he had a great time and he’d asked if he could bring a friend.
Me.
I was the friend he dragged with him to do stupid shit.
“No.” Glaring at me and looking confused enough that I felt better about the answer, he shook his head. “You’re so weird. I’m very cute and easy to get along with. Even straight guys don’t mind me.”
That was because they couldn’t understand him and usually backed away slowly.
“I’m going to tattle on you to your mother about where you’ve been meeting men if this turns out to be terrible.” Families only seemed to be really helpful around major holidays and when threats needed to be applied.
Growing up in foster care hadn’t really shown me anything else they were useful for, even though his was nice and kind of funny.
Sucking in a breath, Dally looked hurt. “I can’t believe you’d tattle on me.”
“I’d throw you under the bus in a heartbeat if you tortured me first.” I sounded badass but he shrugged.
“Fair enough.” Dally was too dramatic and distractible to stay upset for long. “But you’re going to owe me. They’re all really nice and at least half can be considered sexy in some way and a startling number of them were gay.”
Bullshit.
“If we get kicked out, I’m going to have a heart attack.” I’d already mentioned that a few times, but we were getting closer. I could actually see the building and I only had thirty seconds tops to decide if I was going to head in or have a panic attack. “I’m not date a sexy guy material. Kinky men never notice me.”
Fuck. I was the one who’d get us arrested if I wasn’t careful.
Smiling awkwardly at a woman who was glaring at us, I waved and walked faster. I wasn’t ready to stop freaking out yet, so I grabbed Dally’s arm and tugged him closer so I could whisper. “There is no chance in the world that someone hot, kinky, and not a serial killer is going to be attracted to me at this thing.”
The odds of that were so crazy I’d have better luck not playing the lottery and still winning.
“You’re too pessimistic.” Beaming for remembering the word, Dally kept up his terrible pep talk. “You’re cute. You’re kinky. You’re willing and eager to suck on their man boobies and make everyone happy. They’re going to love you.”
We were so getting kicked out.
“Don’t call them that.” That couldn’t be the right word.
Dally frowned. “Boobies? Everyone has breasts. I looked it up on a medical website. Even men. I have the link still. Ours are just usually smaller and don’t actually do anything functional. We’re like the Ken dolls of the boob world. Theirs just work. They’re the anatomically correct ones.”
Shit.
“Don’t say anything that might get us beat up.”
We were there.
“Let’s go.” Beaming and looking honestly excited somehow, Dally dragged us in through the front door of a building that looked like a cross between a hotel and a business complex. “This is going to be so much fun.”