Mark's Not Gay [Brac Pack 11] (10 page)

“Crap, who pissed my mate off?” Cecil huffed as he came into the den. His hand went to his hips as he glared at everyone in the room.

Mark pointed at Cody.

“He did.”

“Which wolf is he?”

“Cody,” Mark sneered.

“I’m not going to be too pissed at you, Cody, considering we’re friends, but
you
try and calm him down after he’s shifted and see how
you
like it.” Cecil admonished the wolf.

Keata ran over to Cody, wrapping his arms around the snarling wolf. Cody whimpered and licked Keata’s face.

“That’s exactly how I feel about Caden. Think about that before you want to cuff him again. No one will be able to stop me next time.” Mark reached down and ran his hand through Caden’s fur. He
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pulled gently on his mate’s scruff until Caden turned and followed him from the den and up to their room.

He closed the door after Caden padded in. His temper was still running hot, but he needed to calm down. He would never allow himself to take it out on his mate. Cody was a damn ass.

“Are you okay?” Caden asked hesitantly as he shifted back to human form.

“Don’t ever do that again, love. I can defend myself.” Mark cupped the side of Caden’s face as he placed a soft kiss on his mate’s lips.

“It was instinctual.” Caden defended.

“Calm down, baby. I’m not mad at you.” Mark walked Caden backwards as he kissed him. Caden stopped when they reached the bed. “Wanna play?” he asked with a devilish tone. His mate gulped then nodded.

“Get on the bed on your hands and knees.” Caden turned then climbed up, situating his head at the top of the bed. Mark took a moment to look at the beautiful male waiting for his next instructions. His mate’s cock was bouncing up and down, pulsing as pre-come glistened on the head. Never in his life did he think he would enjoy the sight of another man’s dick, but seeing Caden’s hard and aching for him made his own flare to life.

Mark stepped to the bed, running a fingertip from Caden’s shoulder to hip. He bent, licking a path from hip to knee, nipping the tender flesh before standing again. “Do you know what this is?” he asked as he bent at the knees and pulled something from under the bed.

“No,” Caden whispered.

“It’s called a spreader bar.” Mark watched the confused look cross his mate’s face.

He smiled as he placed the bar between Caden’s knees and attached the cuffs to Caden’s legs, locking the bar in place. The metal
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shone brightly between Caden’s sun-kissed legs. “Do you see now what its purpose it for?”

Caden nodded as he tried to close his legs, the bar making it impossible to do so. Next, Mark pulled the leather restraints from the drawer, his fingers caressing the buttery leather. Caden’s shoulders lowered to the bed as Mark restrained his hands behind him.

Mark lifted Caden and turned him until his knees were at the edge of the bed. “Good boy, that’s better.” He tapped Caden’s ass with his hand before rubbing the smooth skin. “You are such a good sub.” Mark kissed each cheek.

“Thank you, sir.” Caden moaned, pushing his ass back the best he could.

Mark rimmed the small hole with his tongue, circling around the puckered hole until he felt it relax then slid both thumbs in and gently pulled the muscle open. He growled low as he tongue-fucked his mate. Mark wasn’t sure why he had a thing for thumbing. It just had always turned him on, and doing it to Caden made it even sweeter.

Caden mewled as he rocked back onto Mark’s tongue. His mate’s musky scent was driving his lust higher as he stretched the muscle open further. Mark pulled back, kissing and sucking his way down to his mate’s tightly drawn balls. Caden was close already.

“Come.”

Caden cried out, and his puckered hole pulsed as he shot his seed onto the mattress. Mark knelt there, mesmerized that Caden had followed his instructions and came without so much as a touch to his shaft. He kissed the pulsing, stretched muscle before lubing his cock and pushing in. Seeing an erotic sight like that took his control straight to the edge.

Mark ran his thumbs around the stretched hole as his cock slid in and out. He growled when his knees bumped against the bar.

“Do you like this, pup?” Mark asked as he watched his cock stretch Caden’s ass wider.

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“Yes, sir. I love it.” Caden’s head fell back onto his shoulders as he moaned.

Mark reached forward and grabbed a handful of Caden’s beautiful hair as he tugged it, driving his cock deeper.

“Fuck me, sir,” Caden cried out, his muscle milking Mark’s cock as his mate came again.

Mark felt the tight ass clamp down on his dick, and he was shouting his mate’s name within seconds as he thrust hard and deep.

He gasped and panted to still his racing heart. His cock pulsed once more before Mark pulled free and stumbled to the bathroom for a wet towel.

He removed the bondage then wiped the seeping seed from his mate’s ass, tossing the towel toward the bathroom then gathered Caden in his arms.

“So good,” he murmured as he drifted to sleep, Caden tucked tightly to his body.

* * * *

Mark pushed back from the table, unable to eat another bite. If he didn’t get the garage opened soon and get to moving around, George would put twenty pounds on him. He played with the back of Caden’s neck as his mate cleared his second plate. The wolf could put it away.

The doorbell rang, but no one looked as though they were going to move. “I’ll get it.” Mark wiped his mouth then tossed the napkin on his plate, scooting his chair back and kissing his mate on his head before walking to the front door.

“Can I help you?” A scrawny little kid was standing there, clutching his backpack with white knuckles. His eyes were studying Mark’s boots.

“Are you Mark Forester?” he asked Mark’s shoes as he balanced his weight from foot to foot.

“Yeah, how do I know you?”

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“You don’t. I’m, uh, Curtis…Curtis Forester.” Mark was standing there confused as hell. The kid didn’t look any older than fourteen, maybe fifteen. “Are we related?” He thought his granddad was the last of his lineage. Maybe he had a cousin out there somewhere.

The kid shoved his hand into his front pocket, producing a crumpled piece of paper, and he handed it over to Mark, strangling his backpack again. Mark unwrinkled the paper. It was a birth certificate…naming him as the father.

Mark’s eye’s snapped over to the kid. He did have the same color hair as Mark. “Look at me.”

The kid glanced up. Same eye color, too. Grass green, as Caden put it. Mark looked back down at the paper. The mother was Cassandra Pointer. She had been his girlfriend all through high school. She had disappeared right after he turned eighteen. Her parents slammed the door in his face when he went to her house to find out where she was.

From the birth date, his son was fifteen. That made the timeline correct. “Come in, and wait right here.” The kid nodded, looking around nervously. Mark walked back to the dining room. “I need to use your office, Maverick.”

The Alpha waved him off, fussing at the five-year-old to eat her vegetables. Walking back to the foyer in a daze, Mark saw Curtis was standing right where he had left him. “Follow me.” The kid scuttled across the floor, running to keep up with Mark.

He showed Curtis into Maverick’s office, taking a seat in one of the leather chairs that sat in front of the desk. He didn’t want to sit behind it and seem imposing. Mark waved his hand at the leather sofa, gesturing for Curtis to have a seat.

“Says here you’re fifteen. Did you get here on your own?” Curtis nodded.

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“Does your mom know where you’re at?” He reminded Mark of himself when he was that age, all limbs before he came into his own and filled out. His son was tall, like him. “Curtis?” The kid shook his head, studying the nails he was picking at.

“I think you should call her and let her know where you’re at. She must be worried sick about you.”

The kid just shrugged. Mark sighed. “Use the phone on the desk.

Call her then let me talk with her.” Mark’s head was in a whirl. He had a son. He never thought he would have kids. He’d never found the right woman to settle down with, and now that he was with Caden, well…

Curtis stood, going over to the desk and picking up the receiver.

His son dialed a 404 area code. Mark would have to find out where that was.

“Mom?” Curtis winced. He was probably getting his ear chewed off right now. “No, I’m okay. I’m sorry about not telling you.” He listened for a moment. “I–I found my dad.” Curtis held the phone out to Mark then walked back over to the sofa, his head hanging down.

“Sandy?”

“Mark, how are you?” The voice on the other end was older, but one Mark remembered well from his youth.

“Good, you?”

“I’m doing okay.”

Awkward silence.

“Why didn’t you tell me about him?” That was the question that he kept coming back to. He had missed out on fifteen years of his son’s life. He was trying his best not to be angry.

“I wanted to, but when my parents found out, they shipped me off to a boarding school in Switzerland and kept me there until after he was born. I came back to the States two years later, but you had moved. I tried to find you.” Sandy sighed on the other side of the phone. “If you tell me where you’re at, then I’ll come get him. You
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don’t have to be bothered. I wasn’t looking to send him to you.

Honest.”

“No, it’s okay.” Mark looked up at his son. “He can stay.” Mark gave her the address and phone number. “When do you want him home?”

“I’m going to catch a plane out there. I want to be close to him while he gets to know you.”

“Not a problem.” Mark gave Sandy his address and phone number.”

“I’ll see you as soon as I can catch a flight. And, Mark, I really am sorry.”

“Me, too.” Mark hung up, staring across the room at the fifteen-year-old. “So, you’re fifteen?” Mark hadn’t a clue what to say. He needed time to think, process this.

“I turn sixteen in two weeks,” the kid volunteered.

“Sounds old. Did you have a good life…son?” Curtis nodded. “Mom did her best. I didn’t have a lot, but we’re happy. She got married. The guy’s okay. A little nerdy.”

“I thought your mom’s parents were well off.” Curtis’s face turned dark. “Grandma and Grandpa wouldn’t help her because she wouldn’t give me up. I made her poor, but she was happy.”

Mark’s heart went out to his son. No child should carry the burden of idiot adults. “You didn’t make her poor. Her parents are fools, always have been.”

“They let her keep me while she was in school, but they said once she got back to the States she had to give me up. It wasn’t socially acceptable to be an unwed mother. When she refused, they cut her funding. She still had two more years to finish school, but since she was poor, she couldn’t.” His son’s breath hitched, but he cleared his throat a few times before looking up. Mark knew this must be as awkward to Curtis as much as it was to him.

“Idiots.”

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Curtis smiled for the first time and parroted Mark. “Idiots.”

“Come on. I have some people to introduce you to.”
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Chapter Seven

Mark cleared his throat, all eyes swinging his way as he stood in the dining room entrance with his arm around Curtis’s shoulder.

Caden looked at him questioningly.

“Everyone, this is my…son, Curtis.”

“Son?” Maverick asked.

“Yeah, son. I just found out about him. Is it okay if he stays here for the summer?” If it wasn’t, he would be finding his own place.

“Your son is welcome anytime he wants to visit.” Maverick smiled at Curtis. The kid looked like he was going to run at any moment, but Mark held him firmly at his side.

Mark walked him over to where he had been sitting, grabbed an extra chair for Curtis to sit in, and turned to his mate. “Caden, this is Curtis.”

“Hey, buddy. Welcome to our home.”

Mark breathed as sigh of relief. He thought Caden would throw a fit, get angry and storm from the room. He hadn’t expected Caden to take it so well, not when he was struggling with it himself.

“Will you need an adjoining room, or will young Curtis want one of his own?” Maverick asked Mark but was looking at his son.

Mark turned to Curtis. “Your choice.”

“I can sleep on my own.”

“Then that’s settled. Cecil will show you to your room to put your bag away.” Maverick nodded at his mate to help the young man out.

Curtis looked up at Mark, uneasiness in his eyes.

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“It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. Cecil’s cool, and he’ll bring you right back.” Mark squeezed his shoulder, reassuring the nervous young man.

Curtis nodded, reaching down to grab his backpack, scooting his chair back, then followed Maverick’s mate. As soon as his son was out of earshot, the questions were fired at him from everyone in the room.

Mark held his hand up, looking only at his mate. “I didn’t know.

He just showed up on the front doorstep with his birth certificate. I dated his mom in high school. She never told me she was pregnant. I talked to her, assured her Curtis was fine. Are you mad at me?” Caden widened his eyes, looking at Mark as if he was daft. “Why would I be mad? You didn’t know about him. It’s not like you were hiding him from me. No, I like him, seems like a nice kid.” Mark kissed Caden, happy that his mate understood. Now all he had to do was explain to Curtis about Caden. Would he be disgusted with his father? Would Curtis want to leave once he found out his dad was gay? Too much shit was happening in such a short span of time.

Mark needed to think, clear his head. Once Curtis was settled in for the night, he needed to take a ride.

“Take all the time you need. I know it’s a lot to take in.” Caden cuddled up next to Mark. He gazed in wonderment at his mate, knowing what he was thinking, being so damn understanding. He didn’t deserve Caden.