Rougaroux Social Club 4: Bayou des Enfants

by LynnLorenz

  “Oh no. You can’t pray for grandkids one day and then say you’re too old for them the next.” He leveled a hard stare at her. “Besides, I’m thinking this would be good practice for you, for the future.”

  “That boy of Wyatt’s no good. You heard everyone.”

  “He’s just a kid. He had a bad influence, is all. I’m sure you can whip him into shape, just like you did me. And I turned out all right, didn’t I?”

  She looked up at him. Her bottom lip quivered. “It’s my fault, son. It’s all my fault.”

  “What is?”

  “I prayed for you to get kids, and then Wyatt and Marie are dead, and now you got kids.” Her eyes filled and spilled as she clutched his hand. “I never meant that to happen, Scott. Never. I didn’t want anyone hurt. I’m so sorry.”

  Scott sat back on his heels. “I guess it’s a case of be careful what you wish for.”

  More tears spilled, and Scott’s heart hurt. “Now, Maman, you got to know the truth. Nothing you did caused that accident. It was all Wyatt, rushing and taking a chance that didn’t pay out.” He patted her hand. “Please, will you help us? Will you help those boys?”

  “Sure. Whatever you need. I owe it to the children.” She sniffed and dabbed at her eyes with a hankie she pulled from her purse.

  “Good.” Scott stood and turned to the rest of the men. He motioned for Ted to stand next to him. This would be a lot easier than telling the pack.

  “So Ted and I discussed it. We’re going to take the boys in. Maman will watch them while we’re working. Just until we find someone to take them permanently.”

  Everyone’s jaws dropped.

  Bobby Cotteau was the first to pick his chin up off the ground and speak. “Good man, Scott. It’s the only solution. I just hope the rest of the pack agrees.”

  Billy exhaled. “It’s not going to be pretty. Even if they backed us and our mates, having two gay men take in two boys… Well, some eyebrows are going to go up.”

  Peter snorted. “Some? You know what they’re going to think. It’s what everyone thinks of the minute you say gay man and kids. Pedophiles.” He rubbed his belly like it pained him. “It’s so unfair. It’s such bullshit. Being gay isn’t the same as being a pedophile.”

  “It’s what they’ll all be thinking in the back of their minds.” Billy growled and took Peter’s hand, tugging him under his arm.

  Scott held his hands out to calm them down. “I hear you. We’re going to have to take that chance. Like I told Ted, if they have a problem with it, they can take the boys.”

  Ted stepped forward. “As much as I don’t want to do this, Scott’s the alpha, and it’s his decision. The boys belong to the pack and he’s only looking out for their best interests.”

  “But Billy has a point. Some of the members are still uncomfortable with us, and you know it,” Bobby added. “There’s no telling what they’ll say about this. You’re taking a chance the whole pack might turn against us. Are you sure you want to do this, son?”

  Scott nodded. “I know. But we don’t have any other choice.”

  “Then I say go for it.” Billy pulled Peter closer. “Both of us work in the day. We can’t take them, but we’ll help where we can.”

  Bobby laughed. “Mark and I would take them, but we’re leaving for a trip in two weeks for the rest of the summer. We’re heading up to Yellowstone to observe the wolves up there. So of all of us, you and Ted are the best choice.”

  “It’s settled. I’ll send out another call, telling the pack our decision, and if anyone wants to argue with us, they can show up here tomorrow night and tell us why they can’t take the boys. And if they want to call me a pedophile, they can say it to my face.” Scott rapped his knuckles on the podium to signal the end of the impromptu meeting.

  As they headed to their cars, Scott locked up. He and Ted got in the cruiser and sat for a few minutes.

  “So, we’re really doing this?” Ted groaned as he leaned his head back against the headrest.

  “I guess so. Unless someone hates the idea of us having the boys more than they hate the idea of keeping the boys.”

  “And that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, would it?” Ted sighed. “Look, I want what’s good for the boys. I’m pretty sure it’s you, but I’m still not sure it’s me.” He squeezed Scott’s leg. “Let’s go home, wolf.”

  “Sure.” Scott pulled out of the parking lot and drove home.

  As they climbed the stairs, Ted cleared his throat. “So, where will we put them?”

  “We have two extra bedrooms. You need one for your office, so that leaves the one we dumped all our extra stuff into when you moved in.”

  “Oh. The junk room? So where does all the junk go?” Ted stopped at the top of the stairs and faced Scott.

  Scott shrugged. “How much room do you have in the studio?”

  “Not enough for that mess. I’ve got commissions I’m working on. If it’s only for a few months, maybe we should rent a storage unit, like we discussed when I first came here.”

  “Sure. We can do that.” Scott opened the door, and Ted followed him inside. “And we can bring the boys’ stuff here. Their beds and toys, so it’s not so different.”

  “Good idea.” Ted crashed onto the sofa. “So, Darlene really agreed to watch them?”

  “She did. She’s feeling guilty. She prayed for grandkids and thinks she has enough pull with God to have Wyatt and Marie killed or some such rubbish.”

  “Really?” Ted snorted. “Serves her right. I hope she learns her lesson and stops messing in everyone’s life.”

  “I think this just might be the straw that broke that camel’s back.” Scott went to the fridge and pulled out two beers, opened them, and handed one to Ted as he sat next to his mate. They clinked bottles and drank.

  “Are we making a big mistake?” Ted whispered.

  “Maybe. No. Fuck, I don’t know. But it’s the only thing I can think of to deal with this situation.” Scott leaned his head against Ted’s.

  “You know, with those boys in the house, there’s not going to be any sleeping nekkid, or making love outside of the bedroom, or while they’re awake.” Ted chuckled.

  Scott groaned. “I didn’t think of that.”

  “It’s just part of the joy of being parents.” Ted hoisted his beer again. “To parenthood.”

  “To parenthood.” Scott did the same, and they both took another gulp.

  Ted raised his again. “To no more drinking.”

  “Hol-y shit. What the hell was I thinking?” Scott shook his head, but he raised his beer anyway.

  “You were thinking about those boys. Besides, if you really want to be a parent in the future, you’ll have to make the same concessions. Might as well get a little practice in now.”

  “You’re killing me, Ted.”

  “Not yet, but if things go wrong, I just might.” Ted grinned at him. “It’s been a long night. Let’s hit the sack.”

  “I’d like to lick your sac.” Scott leaned over and took Ted’s mouth with his. Ted opened for him without hesitation and Scott licked his lover’s mouth, tasting the beer and Ted.

  Ted moaned soft and low, and the sound drove Scott wild, setting his balls aching and his dick pressing against his uniform pants.

  “Need to get outta these clothes.”

  “Me too.”

  Scott stood and grabbed Ted’s hand, pulling him upright. “Guess we’ll have to take it easy with the PDA too, huh?”

  “Yep.”

  “Fuck.”

  “And the language.” Ted laughed. “The F-bomb will be strictly forbidden.”

  “Thank God it’s only for a few months.”

  “Thank God.” Ted pushed Scott into their bedroom and kicked the door shut.

  Then he pounced.

  TED MIGHT NOT have been sure about taking on the boys, but he was sure he loved Scott. His wolf turned him all kinds of ways—inside out, upside down, and all the way on.

  Just hearing the thr
oaty growl as Scott climbed over him as he lay waiting, naked and legs spread, got his cock thick and throbbing. Ted gave it a stroke or two, squeezing out a drop of precum and bathing the head of his dick with it.

  He hissed his pleasure and locked gazes with his mate.

  Scott leaned down to run his tongue along Ted’s skin, sparking fire along all his nerves. Damn, the man was hot as sin. And he was all Ted’s. His mate. His wolf.

  Scott would lick, then sniff, then growl, as he tasted Ted.

  Ted spread his legs farther and grabbed his balls, holding them up and to the side.

  “See what you’re sniffing for, wolf?”

  “Yeah. Best smell in the world. Your sweet ass.” Scott buried his face in Ted’s balls and inhaled. Ted reached down and grabbed what he could of Scott’s short hair, holding him down as he humped into Scott’s face.

  “Let’s not waste any time, mate.” Scott slapped Ted on his flank. He sat back and pumped his cock. “I need inside you.”

  “You need to get off.” Ted chuckled. “Damn wolf. Always hungry.”

  “For you. Can’t get enough of you, babe.” He leaned over and licked up the underside of Ted’s dick. “Damn. What you do to me.”

  “I know what I want you to do to me.” Ted lubed his fingers, then dropped his hand down and played with his pucker. He moaned as he teased the nerve endings around his hole.

  “Fuck you? Shove my cock up your ass? Take you on a ride?”

  “All of the above.”

  Scott pressed the fat head of his dick against Ted’s hole. Ted moaned. “Yeah, that’s it.” He pushed down, exhaled, and relaxed.

  The head slipped in. Scott groaned. “God, so tight.” He paused, enjoyment painted on his face. Ted loved watching Scott fuck him, the pleasure that flitted over his face, the fire burning in his eyes and that sly, sexy smile.

  Then Scott pushed in, deep and smooth, until their bodies were completely joined.

  Ted cried out, grabbed the sheets with one hand and his dick with the other. He loved when Scott took him, sank into him. The urge to come nearly undid him, but he breathed through it and got control.

  From the hungry look in Scott’s eyes, this would be fast and hard. Ted wouldn’t have minded some slow loving and foreplay, but with everything going on, he knew his wolf needed to blow off some tension, and if it meant a little hard fucking, bring it on.

  Scott planted his hands on either side of Ted’s head and pumped, dragging his cock over Ted’s prostate, hitting it, driving Ted’s orgasm ahead of him. Totally in control of Ted, Scott thrust his hips, gazing into Ted’s eyes.

  “Damn, wolf, make me come.” Ted should resent being brought to release this way, with no buildup, no foreplay, but it just felt so fucking good. And he loved it when they came together, no matter who was on top.

  “Getting close, babe.” Scott pushed his forehead against Ted’s.

  Ted breathed in the scent of his fully aroused wolf. It added to his excitement. With another few strokes, Ted reached the peak and arched his back as his balls drew tight.

  He grabbed his cock. “Come with me.”

  “Almost there.” Scott fucked him hard and without mercy as he looked down between their bodies. “Love watching you. Watching us. My cock sliding in and out of you.”

  “It’s so good. Hot. Love it.” Ted held back against the pressure building deep in his balls.

  “Need you so bad, Ted. Need my mate.” Scott looked up. “Love you.”

  Ted gasped. “Love you. Mark me, wolf.”

  Scott growled, baring his teeth. And with a groan, he bit Ted’s chest, right above his heart.

  Ted closed his eyes and let go. He shot his load, let the pleasure flow out of him through his dick, one hot pulse after another, exploding stars behind his eyelids.

  Scott groaned. Inside Ted, his lover’s cock pumped cum, painting and filling his chute. When they both shuddered through to the end, Scott pulled out, trailing a line of cum down Ted’s thigh, and then collapsed next to Ted.

  “God…damn…Ted. So good.” Scott panted and slapped his hand on Ted’s chest.

  “Agreed.” Ted chuckled. He rolled over to face Scott. “Better?”

  Scott turned on his side. “Much.” He cupped Ted’s face. “I do love you. And I swear this thing with the boys will only last a few months, and then we’ll have our lives back. Promise.”

  Ted turned his head away, unwilling to say what was really on his mind. The last thing he wanted was to start a fight. But he’d given in on the boys. This was something he had to get out, or it’d fester until it burst.

  “Hey, what’s going on? What is it?” Scott pulled Ted back to look at him. “Talk to me.”

  Ted sighed. “Look. I want to get this straight. If we take the boys, I’m not playing Mr. Mom. I’m not the little wifey. I might let you fuck me, but I’m not a substitute for a woman.”

  Scott leaned back. “I know you’re not. We’re partners. No one is the husband or the wife.”

  “Yeah, well, sometimes…”

  “What?” Scott gave him a little shake.

  “Sometimes, I feel I have to be more…submissive…than I want to be.”

  “Submissive?”

  “Yeah. You’re like the big alpha wolf, and I’m your mate. And around here, mate equals woman. Before I met you, I was the big alpha, well, not wolf, but you know what I mean. I fucked. And now…” He exhaled.

  “And now, you don’t get to fuck?” Scott ran his hand over Ted’s cheek.

  “Yeah. And I really like fucking.”

  Scott froze. “I see what this is about. You want to fuck me.”

  “Hell, yeah. Of course I do. I dream about it all the time. Just the thought of it gets me hard as a rock. And it’s not a deal breaker, but you gotta give me something, man. It’s been almost a year. Give me some hope you’ll let me inside you.”

  “Inside me?” Scott gulped. Ted just imagined he could feel Scott’s hole spasm shut at the thought. But damn it.

  Ted exhaled. “Fuck. It’s more than inside you. Until you let me in there, I feel like you’re not letting me in here.” Ted tapped on Scott’s chest, over his heart.

  “Hey, I told you I loved you,” Scott shot back.

  “I know. And it meant so much to me to hear it.”

  “But you want more. You want that.” Scott fell back against the bed.

  “I’m not going to lie about it. But I’m not going to be the bottom forever, Scott.”

  Scott stared up at the ceiling. “I understand. You’re giving me an ultimatum. Let you fuck me or else.”

  “Fuck!” Ted slapped his hand against the mattress. “That’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying I’m a man. I want to fuck. I love to fuck. I love you fucking me. But damn it, I want to fuck you.”

  “So, if I don’t let you fuck me?” Scott whispered. “You’ll what? Find someone else? Because that’s not going to happen, Ted.” He rolled over and sat up. “You’re mine. My mate. No one touches you but me.” Low growling rumbled through Scott’s chest.

  “What’s to say I find someone who doesn’t mind getting fucked?” Ted smirked.

  Scott leaned over Ted and bared his teeth. “You want that? Want someone else? I’m a greedy bastard, Ted, and you belong to me. No one else comes between us, understand?”

  “I got that.” Ted chuckled. “Big bad wolf.” He pulled Scott down to the bed. “Look, we’re both tired. Strung out. I shouldn’t have brought it up. Let’s go to sleep.” He turned and snuggled his back against Scott’s chest as his mate spooned him, throwing a claiming arm over Ted’s waist.

  “Mine.” Scott nuzzled the back of his neck.

  In a few moments, Scott’s breathing evened out, and his arm relaxed. Warm puffs played against the back of Ted’s neck. His wolf fell asleep.

  Ted wanted Scott so badly. Wanted his heart, his body, wanted inside Scott’s virgin ass. No sense thinking about it. It would only drive him nuts.

  But Ted fucking
someone and Scott watching? He shuddered. No way would Scott go for that. Ted had been in a few ménages in his time, but with Scott? No way. The man was just getting used to being with another man. Two men. Scott would probably stroke out. And Ted really didn’t want another man. He wanted Scott.

  Ted reached over and turned off the bedside lamp.

  Scott’s soft snoring lulled Ted until his eyes closed.

  Was Scott right? Did I really mean what I said? What am I going to do if he says never?

  Ted wasn’t sure if he could live the rest of his life as a bottom, but if he stayed with Scott, in time would he just become the “wife” in their partnership?

  Merde.

  Chapter Seven

  Scott sat at his office desk and chewed the end of his pen, thinking about what to say to the members of the pack. After he and Ted had decided to take in the boys, they’d made love, but after the conversation with Ted, Scott had had trouble staying asleep. He’d woken up several times during the night, while Ted slept, quietly snoring.

  So many thoughts and doubts swirled in Scott’s head. Ted wanted to fuck him. He’d just started to feel comfortable about being gay, and now Ted expected him to just roll over and offer up his ass on a plate? The thought…

  Scott blew out a breath.

  Turned him on. Terrified him.

  Men didn’t do that. He’d been taught his whole life if you did, you were less of a man. But Ted wasn’t less, and neither was Billy or Bobby or their mates. Now his life had been turned upside down, and he was fucking a man. Who wanted to fuck him.

  As if that wasn’t enough, they’d agree to take on the boys.

  He knew it was his responsibility as alpha, but was this what he really wanted? Ted was only going along with it because Scott wanted it and had promised it would only be for a little while. Were Scott’s reasons only about obligation? Duty? Responsibility?

  Or was this a selfish act? He wanted a family. Always had. And then came Ted, and it looked like fatherhood was off the table. Was his desire for kids as bad as his mom’s? He didn’t think so. She was almost rabid.

  And to think she believed she’d caused Wyatt and Marie’s deaths. He could only imagine her guilt. Maybe this would end her meddling voodoo ways. If it did, then perhaps a little guilt wasn’t such a bad thing.