Page 3 of Night Latch

I hadn't thought about the Brotherhood since moving to the bougie resort town. There wasn't exactly an active chapter among Aspen snobs and socialites. "Oh, uh, yeah, I guess. I mean, I used to attend meetings in Denver." I cleared my throat and let go of my softened cock. "Is this about a fundraiser or something?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Not exactly. We've had a request come in for an overnight wet nurse job in your area. You're the only registered member within a hundred miles, so we wanted to offer it to you. The pay is at our highest tier, and there’s a bonus structure in place for discretion and maintaining the client’s stated protocol."

“Protocol?” That sounded formal for letting some rich person drink from my nipples. Just thinking about it made my dick twitch. It had been months since anyone but me had coerced a single drop of my milk that letting someone nurse seemed almost foreign. The almost instinctive feeling of my milk letting down caught me off guard. “Um, what kind of bonuses?”

“If you’re open to consider it, I’ll send the details to your email. There won’t be personally identifiable information exchanged until after the execution of a non-disclosure agreement. But at least you’ll have a clear picture of what would be expected.”

I gnawed on my lower lip as I sucked in a deep breath. “Yeah, go ahead and send it. I’ll take a look and get back to you.”

Just the thought of letting someone nurse from me sent a shiver of need through me. That kind of intimacy created a connection I wasn’t sure I’d ever find in Aspen. And even if it wasn’t real, it would still feel fucking awesome. Nothing was headier than being needed in that primal, visceral way that providing sustenance allowed.

"Of course, but we'll need an answer by eight tonight so we can confirm with the client either way."

“No problem.” Part of me wanted to immediately say yes, but I had responsibilities now. Even though Preston Sinclair was an asshole, I’d still made a commitment to him. If, by some miracle, he didn’t fire me tonight, I would still have to wake up early every day to drive him. Depending on whether I was able to sleep or not overnight, I might be able to get by with just sleeping between driving shifts, but that wasn’t sustainable long-term.

But I didn’t think anything was long-term with Mr. Sinclair.

Shit, Mr. Sinclair.I glanced at the clock and scrambled to get re-dressed. I didn’t think I’d be late, but with my luck, it would be the one and only day he decided to leave work early.

I raced out the door, still buttoning my shirt as the temptation of connecting with someone over my milk teased the back of my mind. But I’d deal with that after work. For now, I had a hot CEO to chauffeur.

While I waited in the loading zone for the call from Mr. Sinclair to tell me he was on his way out, I opened up my email. The message I’d been waiting for was there, so I scanned throughthe standard contract garbage until I got to the details. The rules that were alluded to but not spoken out loud during the call.

After a quick glance, I understood why.

1) Arrive at the client’s house at 10pm, bathed and in comfortable sleeping clothes.

2) Silently join the client in bed.

3) Leave by 6am.

4) No chatting.

5) Complete discretion at all times.

It wasn’t exactly bad, but it also wasn’t great. It was…impersonal. Just a job. Could I even do it?

Sharing my milk with someone directly from my chest always got me horny. And if I had to be silent and distant for eight hours every night with a hard-on I couldn’t relieve, I wasn’t sure I’d survive.

Then again, the three-digit hourly rate quickly convinced me that I could survive anything.

I was about to start on the background check paperwork when I got the text from Mr. Sinclair that he was in the elevator. It was only 5:15, which meant he actually was leaving work early.

I just hoped he was in a better mood than the morning or else it was going to be a long drive back.

3

PRESTON

Making the decision to call the agency who subcontracted members from The Lactin Brotherhood wasn’t easy, but I didn’t have many options. Sal had left me their contact information on his way out, but I had no intention of ever reaching out to the group of strangers. But after some thought and a vague and awkward contract discussion with my attorney, it seemed to be the best-case scenario for me.

Hiring a stranger to help me sleep eliminated any risk of attachment, and I was sure I could slowly wean and begin to sleep normally at some point. Eventually. But for now, I needed some damn sleep.

As I was finishing my dinner, my attorney sent a text that the executed NDA had come through, as well as confirmation that somebody would be arriving at ten. He confirmed the background check was in progress, and as long as there weren’t any issues, he would send over the details for the job.

“Thank fuck!” I responded back with instructions on how to use the key code on the front door and which room I would be inwhen he arrived, and then I did my best to distract myself with busy work until nine o’clock rolled around.

Every time I thought about how awkward my night was gonna be, I considered canceling the guy. But then I thought about how nice it would be to just finally get some rest…and that kept me moving forward.

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