Page 12 of Soothed By Daddy
“Sending me into a tizzy? A meltdown? A tantrum of epic proportions?”
“I was going to say giving you a hard time, but yeah, we can go with one of yours.”
The embarrassment was gone and laughter took its place. It seemed like George didn’t hold a grudge against himself. It was nice.
“Fingers crossed, they like the new direction and haven’t asked for it to be changed yet again. I’m hoping my luck holds until next week when I hand it off down the chain.” George fiddled with the buckles of his overalls while we talked in his bare room. The moment felt intimate and quiet. I needed to keep this friendly and nonsexual, but damn, his mouth was tempting.Focus.
“I’m gonna keep my fingers crossed for you, dino boy, but let’s go downstairs and figure out some priorities.”
“It’s not garden beds?”
“I’d rather you be safe than worry about what the neighbors have to look at.”
“Did you want to nurse after dinner?”
Dinner was over, and the leftovers were put away with strict instructions that they should be eaten for lunch. I’d discovered that George had been surviving on rapidly dwindling basics because he hadn’t been to the store and had forgotten that delivery was an option. He’d been out of butter and cheese, which happens, but also salt, milk, and I hadn’t found a single fruit or vegetable in the place. He needed a friend to keep an eye on things.
“Yes, but…” George looked uncertainly at me before looking away. He scuffed his feet like he had in the foyer. The more time I spent with him, I realized that I wanted even more of it.
“What’s the matter, Georgie?” I don’t know why the name popped into my mind for him, but it fit and he relaxed the tiniest bit so I kept it.
“I slept wrong and my neck kind of hurts. If I angle it the way we’ve been doing, it’s going to hurt.”
During the time I’d spent with George, I’d realized he could drop into little space instantly. For reasons I wouldn’t explore, I loved that he felt comfortable enough to do that with me. When I thought about it, I realized no one had depended on me in nearly ten years. My parents could handle themselves and had close friends ready to step in anytime. My ex definitely hadn’t needed me. Most of the guys before him hadn’t been serious and, as far as I knew, hadn’t required that kind of caretaking.
“Oh no. Then we’ll find a different way to do it.” I looked around George’s living room, but his sofa wasn’t an option for either of us. The bed upstairs could work, but that seemed like a big step forward in our friendship that he might not be comfortable with. “We could go to my place. I’ll stretch out, and you can lie down on me.”
“You sure?” George—well, Georgie in this state of mind—sounded hesitant.
“Yep, I am.”
Before he could talk himself out of it, I took hold of his hand and led him across the hall. George walked alongside me. His steps matched mine, but his breathing was more shallow thanmoments ago. I paused at the door because I didn’t want him to feel pressured.
“If anything ever makes you uncomfortable, tell me no, okay?” He still looked worried. “Is something else bothering you?” He jerked his head yes. “Can you tell me what?” I decided to wait it out.
He took a few deep breaths and steeled himself. “If I lie on you and I’m drinking, then I might…get hard.” George whispered the last part of his confession.
“Then you do. Or I do. Maybe we both do,” I answered with a shrug. “There’s not much either of us can do about it.”
“It won’t bother you?”
“Georgie, we kissed the other day. It won’t bother me at all.” His expression was still clouded, so I leaned forward and kissed his forehead in reassurance. “I promise it’s fine.” George stepped into the apartment and made a beeline for the couch.
I dropped his hand long enough to pull my T-shirt off. If I only pulled it up, it might not sit comfortably against his head. Once I was done, I took his hand again and lay with my back to the chaise lounge’s arm. With a gentle tug, I pulled him down toward me. I’d wanted him on top of me, but that angle would strain his neck.
“Here, you lie on your back, and I’ll do the moving.” Never had I been so glad that I’d opted for the oversized, extra-long option of this couch. George was able to lie down, with a small throw pillow under his neck, and I propped myself next to him. His mouth was at nipple level, and I felt the bursts of air against my skin. My areolas tightened into pebbles in anticipation. Likebefore, he reached up to massage my chest to encourage my milk to let down. And as usual, it took almost no effort.
A moan escaped my throat at his light touch. Rather than latch immediately, he pressed his mouth to the pec and dropped a few kisses on my heated skin. It felt like fire was in my veins. I had no fucking idea how I’d ever settle for a pump when I knew how incredible George made me feel when he suckled me. His nose brushed against my tight nipple, and I bit back another frustrated noise.
“You okay?”
“Baby…I’m fine.” Fuck, where had that come from? “Take your time torturing me. It’s fine.”
His eyes shot to mine, but whatever he saw on my face made a grin spread across his. “If that’s what you want…”
“Grrrrr.”
“Who’s the dino boy now?”
