Page 7 of Trained By His Little

The door swung open and a guy with a light yellow t-shirt and jeans walked in, and his eyes instantly locked with mine.

“Oliver?” I stood up and took a step away from the table.

He nodded and smiled widely. “Tad?” His thumb went to his mouth, and he bit the tip of it as he gave me a quick once-over. “You’re even older than Collin.”

My jaw dropped, and I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Did he expect me to be young? Did Collin mislead him into believing I was…different? “Oh, sorry…”

“No, don’t be.” He lowered his head, and his tongue slipped between the seam of his lips as he stepped closer. “That’s a good thing. I love a silver-fox Daddy.”

A what now? Granted, I had a few grays coming in around the sides, but…silver fox? Although, the fact that he recognized me as a Daddy was pretty awesome.

“Sorry. That was supposed to stay in my head.” His cheeks pinked up at the same time that his arm shot out, stopping at exactly the right height to shake mine. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Um, it’s nice to meet you too, Oliver.” I shook his hand and then pulled out the chair across from mine. “Please, have a seat.”

“Thanks, Tad.” His eyes seemed to bounce from my face to my chest, and I wondered if I was leaking through.

Fortunately, I was saved from that humiliation when the barista called my name, and I had to excuse myself to get our order. “I’ll be right back.” As I left him sitting at the table, I snuck a peek down at my chest and everything seemed to be dry.

For now, at least.

With a tray of muffins and two black coffees, I returned to the table. “I promised you self-defense muffins and coffee.”

He grinned and reached for a double chocolate chip muffin. “This one is for eating. I’ll save the carrot cake for throwing, just in case.”

“Fair enough.” I lifted a hot mug from the tray and placed it in front of him. “I didn’t know what kind of extras you like, so you might need to doctor it up.”

“I love the way black coffee smells, so I’ll just breathe it in for a minute.” He wrapped both hands around the wide mug and pulled it closer for a whiff. “But yeah, I’ll need a bunch of milk and sugar to make it drinkable.”

There were a few jokes on the tip of my tongue, but I let them stay there. I wasn’t sure how to break the ice on this topic I was still uncomfortable with, but it was probably better to just rip off the band-aid. “So, thanks for coming. Collin said you’re an expert on…the situation.”

“Well, expert is a bit generous but…” He coughed out an embarrassed groan. “I guess I am a bit of a connoisseur.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. “I’ll be honest, I’m still in shock that any of this even exists. I didn’t know it was possible for me to make milk, for guys like Collin to sell it, or for boys like you to want it.”

“I really do.” Oliver nodded vigorously and picked a piece of muffin off the top before he popped it into his mouth, no longer making eye contact with me. “I love it. And when Collin said you needed some…um, training, I guess, I was really happy to help.”

“Yeah, I’m kinda winging it.” Instinctively, I rubbed across my chest, soothing the pain and confirming that it was all still dry. “The pump hurts like hell and doesn’t fully work. I’m just not sure what I’m doing wrong.”

“Probably nothing.” He finally met my gaze again. “But the pump will only go so far. It’s not as good as…” He shrugged, and his eyes dropped to my chest. “Well, the real thing.”

The real thing? “So, you mean…human to human?”

He was quiet for a moment before he seemed to muster up his courage and just laid his cards on the table. “Yeah, exactly. Collin suggested that some personal sessions might help you feel better but also become more comfortable with, well…your milk.”

I swallowed hard, knowing he was right. “If you’re willing to help, then yeah, I’d appreciate that. I’m not sure how to do…anything, basically. So I’ll take all the help I can get.”

6

OLIVER

I was overcome with nerves and excitement as I sat in my car outside Tad's house. I had so much fun on our coffee date… I mean, he bought me self-defense muffins. He was the sweetest.

I usually struggled with talking to people, especially when we first got to know each other. But Tad was so easy to talk to.

Something about him just felt safe. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was also quite nervous and unsure about his life being turned upside down…or if he was just an easy going guy.

After chatting for a bit while we munched on our pastries, we decided tonight at his place would be the best place to meet up. Tad was struggling with his new supply and couldn’t fully drain the milk by himself. If he went too long without relief, it could cause blockage, or even worse, an infection.

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