Page 81 of Their Little Helper

Before I could lift another finger, Harley sighed and slumped over. “I sorry.”

Turning around, he lumbered to the bed with an exaggerated walk that made him look a bit like a half-naked Bigfoot. “I…I tired…oh dear.”

Oh dear?

Still dramatic and still in training, but he had his Papa fighting off giggles. The ridiculous Dom had to keep his back to Harley to make sure our slightly naught boy didn’t get the wrong idea about his behavior.

“Yes, oh dear.” Shaking my head, I managed to keep a straight face as I followed behind him and waited until he climbed on the bed. “That’s much better. Thank you.”

“I your…your good boy.” A good boy who couldn’t even get a full sentence out before he yawned again. “I tired.”

Since that seemed to be better to admit than claiming pain-in-the-ass status, I nodded and sat down on the bed beside him. “That’s okay. We’re going to help you relax.”

Admitting defeat, he nodded. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Once he knew there was no fighting a Daddy who could count to five, he settled back against the pillows and yawned again, eyelids already drooping halfway. “I…you…cuddle…”

“That’s right.” Whatever I’d agreed to had him sliding lower until he was almost flat on the bed and I took that to be my invitation to help his milk situation. “Good boy.”

Curling into him with me in the middle of the bed, I nuzzled against his chest and kissed between his beautiful pecs as he called them. He made a happy sound as I wrapped my lips around one nipple and then let out a deep breath as I eased the ache he was experiencing. “Daddy…”

He sighed out the word before taking another deep breath and lifting a hand to start slowly running it over my head. “Daddy’s…yes…”

I was fabulous, yes, but he didn’t need to tell me when he was so tired, so I returned his caress and slowly stroked his chest. He was still fighting sleep, but as Santos turned off the overhead light and moved over to the bed, Harley forced open his eyes. “Behind…Daddy…and…and cuddles.”

I wasn’t sure what Santos did, because I was slightly preoccupied, but it made Harley happy as his Papa climbed in behind me.

It was a tight fit even though the bed was huge, but next time I’d know to make Harley start out on one side and not the middle. Even Pokey chuckled, hiding his face against my back as I suckled from Harley and he kept letting out the cutest sighs.

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.

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