Curtis's Dads 23 (5 page)

“Wow,” Curtis gasped as he walked in. “This is perfect.” Chauncey looked around. He had to admit, there was a lot more room. It was a two bedroom, but he liked that it had a lot more space.

More space was good. He wouldn’t hit his shin on the coffee table just to get by. “You like it?”

Curtis nodded as he slid an arm around Chauncey’s waist. Oh man, he’d give Curtis anything he wanted, and he knew it. He was such a goner. “I love it.”

“Great,” the manager said as he stepped inside, still looking a little winded. “If you come to my office, we can start the paperwork.” Curtis giggled as he air-pumped his arm. Chauncey chuckled at his enthusiastic mate. The walk downstairs was a lot easier. Chauncey decided to get back into running on a daily basis. He didn’t like the fact that he felt out of shape. He needed to stay fit for his mate. He had a feeling that once he got Curtis past his first time, the guy was going to be a beast. Chauncey was looking forward to that.

He was also praying for it.

He sat next to his mate as Curtis went over the lease agreement with the manager. Once they were done, Chauncey took his mate outside, got onto his bike, and drove his mate down a back road.

“Where are we going?” Curtis shouted into Chauncey’s ear.

Chauncey grinned. “My house.” He chuckled when he felt Curtis stiffen behind him. It had been weeks since the cookout, and Curtis hadn’t returned since. His pa was getting on him about meeting Chauncey’s young man.

It mystified him that his pa was so accepting that all his sons were gay. He couldn’t figure that out. Whatever the reason, he was grateful.

He pulled down the long driveway to his home, seeing Chance and Bryce sitting on the porch swing. He gave a low growl as he slowed his bike. Chauncey wanted Curtis to meet his family, but why did it have to be these two who greeted them?

Chance grinned from ear to ear as Chauncey parked his bike. He loved his twin, he really did, but there were days when he wanted to strangle the guy. He knew Chance like the back of his hand, and the guy was nothing but trouble. Usually Chauncey enjoyed getting into trouble with him, but not today.

“Welcome home, lost son,” Chance teased as Curtis dismounted.

Bryce eyed his mate, not saying a word. That could only mean trouble. “Did you get your ass handed to you?” Chance asked as he stood from the swing and leaned against the porch rail.

“Does it look like it?” Chauncey asked as he laid his helmet on the seat, Curtis doing the same. His mate immediately pushed up next to him, sliding his hand into Chauncey’s. He gave it a light squeeze before walking Curtis up the porch steps.

Chauncey growled when Chance shot forward, plucking Curtis from his grasp, giving him a big bear hug. Curtis’s eyes looked like they were about to bug from his head as he swung his arms around wildly. Chauncey smacked Chance on the back of his head. “Let him go, moron.”

Curtis squeaked when Bryce grabbed him next, running into the house with him. Chauncey almost tore the screen door off as he went after his mate. “Put him down!”

“What’s all the fuss about?” Pa asked as he wiped his hands on a kitchen towel, Steven and Alex close behind him. Chauncey pointed to Bryce, growling out his words. “I’m about to kill him. Just giving you fair warning and a chance to say good-bye to his dumb ass.”

“Bryce!” his pa shouted, and Bryce immediately released Curtis.

His mate practically ran to him. Chauncey lifted his arm, wrapping it around Curtis.

“Do that again, and I know where you sleep,” he warned the triplet as he glared menacingly at him.

“I was just bringing him to Pa,” Bryce teased as he chuckled. “No harm done.”

* * * *

What in the hell had he gotten himself into? Curtis looked at the large bears standing around him and wondered if it was too late to run home screaming. He was used to large men. Heck, he lived with a whole pack of them, but these guys were humungous.

“Hi, I’m Mr. Lakeland, but you can call me Pa.” Chauncey’s father extended his sizeable hand. He seemed to be the biggest of them all. Curtis had been here for the cookout, but his eyes had stayed glued on Chauncey. Now that he was seeing his mate’s brothers and dad up close, they were a scary lot.

“Don’t mind Bryce and Chance. They can get out of hand. Just holler for me, and they’ll knock it off.” Pa winked at him. Curtis wasn’t sure what to think, so he just nodded. Getting to know people was fine, but when they were going to be family, it was downright terrifying. The last thing Curtis wanted to do was look like a goober in front of Chauncey’s family, so he didn’t say a word.

“Follow me, babe,” Chauncey said as he led Curtis up a set of wooden stairs. Curtis swallowed as he realized where they were headed—to Chauncey’s bedroom. Was he ready for that? Curtis wasn’t sure, but he was about to find out.

Chauncey opened a door halfway down the long hallway and stepped aside, smiling wide as Curtis peeked into the room. Yep, it was his bedroom all right.

Don’t kiss another man, use rope, dance for Chauncey, let him act
like a caveman, and take charge.
He wondered if Chauncey had any pizza in his room. Curtis stepped inside and then stopped. The bed was a mammoth size, staring at him and taunting him, telling Curtis that he was about to get split in half. Curtis shook his head, trying to clear the images as he tried to swallow around a dry throat.

“I’m just showing you my room, Curtis. There’s no need to be scared,” Chauncey said softly as he pressed his large hand into the small of Curtis’s back, pushing him farther into the bedroom, and then closed the door behind him. If there was nothing to be frightened of, then why was the bed laughing at him?

Fuck. He was losing his damn mind. Curtis could feel his body shaking as he glanced around the room. He noticed Chauncey leaning against his dresser, his arms crossed over his massive chest. The man was acting as if he were waiting for Curtis to dance for him.

Curtis pushed a foot out, and then slid it back, deciding that there was no damn way he would be able to dance for the big bear. No fricking way. Why wasn’t Chauncey saying anything? He was making Curtis nervous as hell as he just watched him.

“So, this is your room?” Curtis asked as he mentally slapped himself. Duh, wasn’t it obvious? Didn’t the bear just state that fact?

He was a real big goober, and he knew it. The word
awkward
sang in his head as he glanced around.

Chauncey pushed away from the dresser, stalking toward Curtis like a predator after his prey, his massive form eating up the distance as he headed right for him.

Fuck. He was in deep trouble now.

Curtis swallowed as Chauncey pulled him from his feet, tapping Curtis’s butt, indicating that he wanted Curtis to wrap his feet around his waist. He had been brave before because he knew for a fact that they were restricted. They couldn’t do anything outlandish while they were in public.

But now? Now they were in the middle of Chauncey’s bedroom, where anything and everything was acceptable. Curtis’s bravery had run screaming as soon as Chauncey had closed the bedroom door.

“W–What do you want me to do?”
Please don’t ask me to dance.

“Whatever you want, Curtis. Don’t think that you have to do anything,” Chauncey whispered close to his ear, nibbling down the side of his neck. Curtis moaned as his head tilted to the side. So far, this was feeling mighty damn good. His cock was getting hard as Chauncey’s lips trailed across his jaw, ending at his other ear.

“Because if you decide you’re ready, I want to show you how good being with a bear can be.”

Oh hell! Curtis was panting heavily, almost making himself dizzy as Chauncey ran one of his large hands up the back of his shirt. The skin-on-skin contact was making him horny as fuck and as needy as one person could get. His skin was feeling tight and tingly as Chauncey ran his fingernails over Curtis’s back. Gooseflesh broke out all over him as the tiny hairs on his arms stood on end. Curtis shivered as Chauncey’s heated breath blew inches from his ear. The hot gasps were playing havoc with his senses.

Chauncey grazed Curtis’s lips with his then gently covered his mouth. Curtis whimpered at the velvet warmth of the kiss. It was slow and drugging, making Curtis feel as though he was in a world all his own. Chauncey ran his hands up and down Curtis’s back, making him feel as though he was the only person that mattered to the bear.

Curtis held on tight, praying Chauncey really showed him how good it could be. Chauncey slowly rocked back and forth, almost dancing in place as one of his hands cupped the side of Curtis’s face.

Curtis wrapped his arms around Chauncey’s thick neck as he tilted his head, never wanting this moment to end.

He gasped when a hand slid past the waistband of his pants.

Chauncey stayed at the fringes, not going any lower as he deepened the kiss. Curtis smiled as he reached behind him and gave Chauncey’s hand a slight nudge. He wasn’t being brave, not by a long shot, but he wanted to let his mate know that he was okay with going a little further.

Chauncey’s arms seemed to tighten around Curtis as his finger traced his crease. Curtis broke the kiss, needing air as he buried his face in Chauncey’s neck. His mate’s lips explored his skin as his finger delved a little lower.

“Let me know if you want me to stop,” Chauncey’s husky voice whispered in his ear. Curtis nodded, not wanting him to stop. He was nervous as hell, but he didn’t want him to stop.

“I will.”

The warmth of Chauncey’s body comforted Curtis as one arm stayed wrapped around his back. Curtis closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of his mate as Chauncey slowly walked him through this. He wasn’t terrified anymore—nervous, but not scared. This was Chauncey, his bear and his mate. Curtis trusted him.

Chauncey’s thumb played over his back as the tip of his finger on his other hand slowly circled around his puckered hole. Curtis began to tremble, wanting his mate to take him quickly and wanting Chauncey to go as slow as possible. The feelings warred inside of him as Curtis rested his head on his bear’s shoulder.

Chauncey kissed the side of his neck as his finger breached Curtis.

He bit his bottom lip, slamming his eyes closed as the sting took over.

Curtis breathed through it, knowing that the pain would soon ease.

Chauncey didn’t push any farther. He ran his lips up and down Curtis’s neck, still slowly rocking back and forth. Curtis took a deep breath and then nodded. Chauncey pulled his finger back and then eased it slowly back in, a little farther this time.

“I–I can take more.”

“I know, babe.” But Chauncey didn’t rush it. He swirled his finger around inside of Curtis, making him moan as his mate ran his hand over Curtis’s side. Curtis shuddered as Chauncey pulled his finger back and then added another. He held his breath as Chauncey walked toward the bed.

This was it.

But instead of laying him down, Chauncey reached into the nightstand. He pulled out a bottle of lube, removed his fingers, to Curtis’s disappointment, and then lubed his fingers, pressing them back in. Fuck, that was
so
much better. Curtis pushed back, wanting to feel more. He was shocked that it felt so damn good.

“More, please.”

Chauncey chuckled, his chest rumbling as he nipped Curtis’s ear.

“Slow down, hon.”

Curtis wanted to pout. He didn’t want to slow down. It was feeling fantastic. He wasn’t sure what he had been so afraid—“Oh hell,” Curtis yelped when his mate added another finger. Damn that was tight. It was such a full feeling that Curtis had to lay his head down on his mate’s chest and take deep breaths.

Chauncey left his fingers inside of Curtis but didn’t move them.

Curtis curled his fingers in his mate’s shirt as he rode through the pain. His mate had some huge fingers, and Curtis wasn’t used to being filled with them. He could feel the stretch and burn, feel it to his toes.

He blew out again and then rocked back, groaning as Chauncey’s fingers grazed over his prostate. His cock jerked, pre-cum shooting out. Curtis cried out as Chauncey moved his fingers, his seed erupting in his pants.

“God, you’re hot, babe.” Chauncey growled and then took his lips in a savage kiss. Curtis whimpered into Chauncey’s mouth, electrifying currents coursing through his body. Chauncey kissed him through his orgasm, his other hand rubbing up and down his back.

“That’s it, babe, give it to me.”

Curtis shivered and then rested against his mate’s strong shoulder, feeling boneless and sated. That was when Chauncey laid him down onto his back. Curtis glanced up, seeing nothing but love in his mate’s gray eyes. He smiled, feeling embarrassed that he had come in his pants. Chauncey winked down at him as he removed Curtis’s shoes and then unsnapped his pants. Curtis’s stomach quivered as he felt Chauncey’s fingers graze his skin.

He lifted his hips, allowing his mate to remove his jeans. Curtis blushed. This was his first time being naked in front of someone else.

It was exciting and scary. He fisted his hands at his side to stop himself from covering his groin.

“Beautiful,” Chauncey whispered as he ran his fingers over Curtis’s skin. The tips of his fingers played over Curtis’s cock, bringing it back to semilife. Curtis spread his legs a little wider, biting his bottom lip as he gazed up at his mate. “I’m gonna take my clothes off.”

Curtis nodded as he watched Chauncey slowly undress. A golden masterpiece was revealed to him. Curtis’s hands itched to run them over the massive expanse of muscles standing right there in front of him. Chauncey was the perfect embodiment of what a mountainous man should look like. He was afraid to lower his eyes. Curtis wasn’t sure he wanted to see what was about to enter his body.

“Look at me, babe.”

Curtis slowly, hesitantly, lowered his eyes, seeing Chauncey’s large fingers wrapped around his cock. Hell! He had been right. It was a damn python. Chauncey crawled up onto the bed, hovering over Curtis as he removed Curtis’s shirt, his hands spanning over Curtis’s less-than-manly chest. He felt so small lying under such a large and dominant male. Chauncey had the power to hurt him, but Curtis knew his bear was as gentle as a lamb when it came to him. Chauncey locked eyes with his as he scooted down the bed, licking at Curtis’s half-hard cock, his fingers tracing around Curtis’s tight entrance.