Protection is Best Served With Benefits: MM DDlb Romance

Chapter Twelve

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Griffin

Bzzzz. Bzzzzz.

I slowly dragged my eyes open, trying to figure out what the fuck that constant buzzing noise was. Max mumbled sleepily and rolled away from me, tugging the blankets over his head adorably. Sighing, I eased out of bed, heading toward the noise over on my dresser.

Max's old phone was vibrating, "Mom" lighting up the screen. Pissed off that I'd been woken up and she was disturbing my boy, I snatched the phone up and strode from the room, quietly clicking the door shut behind me before I headed into the kitchen—the room furthest away from mine and Max's—and answered the call.

"Max, what the fuck—"

"Not Max," I growled, leaning back against the kitchen counter. Harlan entered the kitchen, shooting me a disgusted look at my nakedness. I just arched a brow at him. This was my place, and I paid the bills here. If I wanted to walk around naked, I'd damn well do so.

Silence sounded on the other end of the line. Harlan mouthed, His parents? to which I nodded. He grabbed a bar stool and slid onto it, no doubt waiting to find out what they might pull.

I was interested, too. Because I knew my boy was safe. My family wouldn't let a goddamn thing happen to him. Even if I unexpectedly left this world or was incapacitated for whatever reason, Max would always be safe.

"Where the fuck is my son?" his mother finally snapped. Her voice was raspy, like she smoked two packs a day and drowned her liver in alcohol. My gaze flickered to the bedroom, where my boy was sleeping peacefully, unaware that I was currently dealing with his abusive, disgusting parents. How had he survived so long with them beating him down?

He wouldn't have to worry about that any longer. Papa was here now, and I would take damn good care of my boy.

"He's with me," I calmly told her. "Somewhere you can no longer touch him."

She scoffed, then coughed like she was hacking up a lung. Maybe she would, then she'd choke on it and fucking die. Then, I'd only have her husband and the Italians to contend with. One player off the board.

"We're coming for him," she sneered once she'd caught her breath. "You won't keep our son from us."

I smirked, and Harlan grinned because he knew she'd just challenged me. And if there was one thing in this world Harlan loved, it was getting his hands bloody. Sure, Kyle was the real psychopath amongst us, but Harlan's trauma had made him truly unhinged. Just in a more hidden way. He knew how to keep his blood thirst under wraps.

"Come on then," I taunted her. "I'm waiting."

With that, I ended the call and handed the phone to Harlan. "I'm going back to bed. If they call again, trace it."

He hummed, flipping the cheap phone over in his massive palm. "Could've traced it while you had her on the phone."

I shook my head. "I wanted her to know and understand that Max has people in his corner. It'll make them angry and reckless. They'll start making mistakes. Makes it all easier for us."

Harlan shrugged and slid off the bar stool, heading back to the living room. "Your boy, your call," he told me.

I headed back into the bedroom, a soft smile tilting my lips at the sight of Max curled up into a tight ball, my pillow hugged to his chest, his cheek resting on the very edge. He'd completely abandoned his own and had scooted all the way over to my side. A soft chuckle left my lips as I rounded the bed to his side and curled up behind him, pulling his body back into mine.

"Papa?" he croaked sleepily, his eyelids not even budging.

"I'm here, baby," I murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of his head, his soft curls tickling my cheeks.

"You left," he mumbled.

He grabbed my hand and pulled my thumb to his mouth, suckling on it. My cock thickened, and I bit back a groan. I knew he wasn't trying to be teasing. He was trying to comfort himself. But fuck, his mouth was so wet and warm, I couldn't help but imagine that sweet mouth wrapped around my cock again.

"I'm sorry, sweet boy," I murmured, tugging him even closer. "Papa had to deal with something."

He pushed his ass back on me in answer, and I grunted, palming his hip. When he did it again, I took it for the order it was. Reaching over him, I snatched the lube off my nightstand and squirted some onto my fingers, spreading him open. He whined around my thumb, a shiver rolling down his spine.

"Papa's got you," I soothed, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, where the blanket had slipped down. He rocked back on me, sucking earnestly on my thumb now. I grunted and eased my fingers out of him before slicking my cock up.

When I eased inside of him, both of us moaned. He relaxed again, the suckling on my thumb slowing back to a sleepy pace. And something inside me loosened.

"You want me to rock you to sleep, baby boy?" I asked him softly. Even now, I could feel his body giving in to the sleep tugging at his brain.

He nodded, his fingers wrapped around my wrist to keep my thumb in place. I buried my face in his curls before I slowly began to fuck in and out of him, gently rocking my baby boy to sleep. And when I finally filled him up a little while later, I allowed my own body to succumb to the temptation, leaving my cock inside him as I fell asleep wrapped around him.