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And milk time because wiggles made me achy.

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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’tevergo 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.”

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