Chapter 3
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Leche MILK MAMA: The Adult Male’s Guide to Drinking Milk from the Source . She smirks at me as she heads out, waving over her shoulder as the door swings closed.
I turn, staring at Herb laying limply on the floor. The shop is silent but for the internal thump of my crazy pulse.
Is the guy that’s here…. Reading… Milk Mama?
It seems too perfect. Too convenient. Too easy. Especially after years of searching online for a man…. For him to simply turn up where I clean and want what I want?
I grab Herb, ignoring the heat thrashing beneath my panties and the way my breasts tingle when my polo grazes my nipples. Heading to the back, I stop dead in my tracks when he and the book come into sight.
A young man with dark shaggy hair and bright blue eyes sits in the corner chair, Milk Mama spread open in his lap. Beneath the book, an erection grows and I can tell he’s trying to use the book to hide it.
I clear my throat and his cheeks immediately fill with pink. He moves to leap up but immediately sinks back down into the chair, protecting what he believes is his secret milk boner.
“I—-uhh—— Story said I could stay for one more chapter.”
I narrow my eyes on him. “Why are you reading that?”
He doesn’t glance down at the open book but instead tips his chin up with forced pride. “Because I am interested in it.” He narrows his gaze. “It’s not cool to kink shame,” he says, and though his words are in defense of his book, his voice wavers just slightly, like it’s the first time he’s defended himself.
I press a finger to my chest, my mind buzzing. “I do not kink shame.”
“Then why did you ask that?” He closes the book but keeps it secure on his lap.
My pulse skips and the back of my neck heats. “Because that’s my kink. And no one reads that book.”
His eyes widen as our gazes idle in baited silence. Finally, after I fold my arms over my chest, he says, “you… your… what?”
I lick my lips, for some reason taking pleasure in his adorable shock. “I am into lactation in a sexual way.” I nod at the book in his lap. “Every night I come to clean DNF, I check to see if that book has been moved or purchased. Every single day for two years. You’re the first.”
He stares at the cover in thought, or perhaps just to buy time. Looks like his boner is still going strong, and I can’t help but smirk. I also can’t deny the little tug in my chest that has me wanting to take the book off his lap and expose him.
“I guess that makes us soulmates, huh?” He awkwardly jokes, a cute little smirk titling his lips. Cute? Now that I take him in, he is cute. I like his messy hair and his sapphire eyes. Bumps of pleasure scatter down my arms as I continue to take him in. When my gaze falls to his lips, my lower half clenches. His lips are utter perfection— plump but not overly so, an adorable Cupid’s bow providing the most lickable arch, and when the tip of his tongue sweeps between them, I shudder.
Story knew she was leaving me with him, and she knew exactly what book he was reading.
Is this real life? Am I finally meeting a hot guy who wants what I want? Or.. what we want? Because again, I’m not breaking it off with Herb. He’s been way too good to me.
“Maybe.” I consider what it would take to be soulmates. Sharing an uncommon kink is certainly one of the things, but there has to be more. “Are you allergic to peanut butter?”
He shakes his head. “Thankfully no.”
Okay, he loves my favorite food. The back of my neck burns with desire. “How do you feel about Star Wars?” Most guys like the franchise, but could I be that lucky?
“Like it very much, I do,” he says, imitating Yoda, which I like far more than I will ever admit aloud.
I chew my cheek to hide my growing smirk. “What are your bathing habits?”
“Morning and night, two a day, always.” He smiles, pointing to his teeth. “Same with brushing.”
Okay, now I’m positive I’m dreaming or something because he is checking all the boxes.
I tap my old Nike sneaker on the worn tile floor, thinking of what else is important.
My breasts tingle as I watch his large fingers trace the edge of my favorite kinky book.
“Spit or swallow?” My eyes veer to the book to indicate exactly what I’m referring to.
His voice is low and raspy when he replies. “If I had the chance, swallow.” Dropping even smokier, he adds, “I’d drink to drain.”
Holy crap. The exact answer I wanted to hear. Herb sucks me empty, too. Hearing my milk sloshing around inside his little wet chamber makes me so hot. But hearing a real man drink me down? I swallow around the budding lump in my throat.
“One last thing…”
He slides to the edge of the reading chair with rapt attention. “What?”
I glance at Herb and back to him. “Can you share?”