Stevens-Journey [Brac Pack 20] (14 page)

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Roman ran his tongue around the puckered hole, stiffening his tongue as he pushed in. His mate whimpered and rolled his hips, begging without words for Roman to do something, anything to take him over the edge.

Roman grabbed Steven’s shaft, angling it toward his mouth as he lifted his face. He took the tip between his lips, sucking the head in and letting his tongue roll around the mushroomed head. It dipped into the tiny eye, drawing the sweet nectar out as Steven grabbed fistfuls of hair.

He flattened his tongue, running it up and down, up and down the swollen shaft, playing with the large vein and the bundle of nerves just below the head. Steven’s hips began to dance to the rhythm of his mate’s licking, rocking in and out, in and out. Feeding Roman his cock and then taking it away.

His thumb massaged the skin between balls and anus, slipping into the tight entrance on its third turn down. Steven’s feet planted firmly on the bed, his body pressing down onto the digit that was invading him.

Roman pushed his thumb in to the first knuckle as he pulled Steven’s cock to the back of his throat. Working the muscles to make them ripple, giving his mate the ultimate pleasure any one man could take while getting a blowjob.

Steven’s hands came into view, grabbing his own thighs, digging into the flesh roughly enough to make his knuckles turn white. Roman watched in fascination as he made a tight seal around Steven’s cock and began to move his head up and down.

Steven rolled his hips again, bearing down on Roman’s thumb as his cock pulsed in Roman’s mouth. His mate was close. Roman moved his thumb in and out of Steven’s ass as he pulled back and worshipped the head of his mate’s cock.

Roman suckled in a rapid motion, making his mate cry out as hot spunk shot to the back of his throat. Steven’s hips were bucking, his
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fingers clawing at his own skin, while Roman drank his seed, every last drop.

Roman slowly let the softening flesh leave his mouth as he climbed up behind Steven and grabbed the lube from the side drawer.

He poured a generous amount into his hands, tossing this tube aside, and then lathering his cock with the gel.

When Steven attempted to roll to his hands and knees, Roman stopped him. “Stay on your side, tiger.” Steven looked over his shoulder, his pretty green eyes glazed from his recent orgasm as he nodded.

Roman grabbed his cock, rubbing it up and down Steven’s crease, giving his mate, as much as himself, a teasing foreplay of pleasure.

Even though Steven had just come in a heated rush down Roman’s throat, his mate’s ass was chasing Roman’s cock, begging him to slide it into his ass.

Roman had mercy on them both and nudged the tip against the tight star rocking his hips to make Steven’s body open and accept the invasion. His mate’s body welcomed his, stretching as the head of Roman’s shaft eased in.

Roman rocked again, pressing harder this time, letting his cock slide in a little further. Steven’s head rolled back and forth on Roman’s arm that was tucked under his head, giving his lovely little mate the look of a seductive imp.

His hand left the base of his cock and landed on Steven’s hip as he pushed deeper into the warmness of his mate’s body. Roman shuddered as he leaned over Steven and attached his lips to one of those gloriously brown nipples. He kissed it, sucked it, nipped it, and plucked it with his teeth as he fucked Steven’s ass.

Steven reached down and placed his hand under his knee, bringing his leg up, giving Roman room to pound his creamy, pale flesh. As Roman’s lips teased his mate’s peaked nipple, he reached down and grabbed Steven’s cock.

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Roman was pleased to find that it had come back to life, hard as steel in his rough palm. Roman slid in and out of the tightened muscle of his ass as he stroked Steven’s cock with his still-slicked hand.

Steven groaned as he bit his bottom lip, his eyes finding Roman’s and stared at him with such love that Roman nearly came. His cock pulsed out a beat at the heated look as Roman released Steven’s nipple and took Steven’s mouth in a searing kiss.

His cock was so hard it was beginning to become painful. Roman moved faster, feeling Steven’s golden mounds bounce against his groin as he slammed into him. Steven whimpered into his mouth as Roman took him harder.

The arm that was under Steven’s head wound around, playing with his mate’s long black hair as Roman ran his tongue along Steven’s bottom lip. They were both panting into each other’s mouth as Roman shifted a little, changing the angle.

Steven smashed his lips to Roman’s as he cried out, hot seed erupting and hitting the mattress. Roman growled into Steven’s mouth as he stiffened and lost himself, his orgasm ripping through him like a freight train out of control.

He thrust deep as his spunk bathed his mate’s hot channel. Roman heard a whimper leave his lips as his body jerked. He buried his face in Steven’s neck, gasping for air as his body floated back down from the heights it had rocketed to.

“I love you,” Roman proclaimed into Steven’s neck. His mate’s body slumped against his as Steven yawned.

“I love you, too.” Steven grabbed Roman’s arm and wrapped it around his body as they both drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

Taylor smiled when his best friend Tater walked into the resource center. He hadn’t seen the guy since he escaped his mom’s house and ran to the big red barn. “Look what the cat dragged in.”
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Tater’s smile was wide as he crossed the room and bumped shoulders with Taylor. “I heard you opened a helping center.” Tater grabbed the brown metallic folding chair and twisted it around, straddling it. “That’s why I came here. I need help.” Taylor sat up straight as he took a seat. Anything his best friend needed, he could have. “Talk to me.” Tater laughed as he laid his arms over the back of the chair. “You wish it was me.” He winked. “Big ole Tater running for help.” He teased. “Nah, it’s my uncle’s stepson. Alex is all screwed up in the head like someone forgot to take his brain out of the blender before it got all minced up. From your sign out front, I was hoping you had the resources to help him. He’s driving my mom and dad batty with his strange ways.”

“Why isn’t your uncle helping him? Is he staying with you?” Tater snorted as he grabbed the back of the chair and leaned back.

“My uncle ain’t the most patient man in the world. He’s says that Alex is old enough to figure things out on his own now, and that he shouldn’t be running behind him like a mamma chasing her whelp.” Taylor ran through the possible resources he could offer Alex.

“How old is he?” he asked as he grabbed his binder with the numbers to various organizations that may be able to help.

Taylor watched Steven and Roman walk through the door as he flipped through the pages.

“He’s twenty-four. My uncle said that’s long enough to take care of someone.”

Taylor nodded as Steven took a seat next to him. “Steven, this is my good friend Tater.” He introduced the two as his eyes scanned the different resources. Taylor cursed when he remembered that he had failed to ask the most important question.

Thomas, one of the counselors over at the rec center, was helping Taylor learn the ins and outs of helping those in need, and had even helped him sign up for online classes for courses to help him better understand the dynamics of other people’s lives.

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He set the binder aside. “What exactly is wrong with him?” Tater made an irritated noise in the back of his throat. “What ain’t? You know I don’t judge people normally, but this guy is off his rocker. He mumbles a lot, walks in circles as he works problems out in his head—according to him—and, well hell. You just got to talk to him to see what I mean.”

“Bring him in any time and I’d be glad to talk to him.” Taylor ran through his head the different mental health resources he had listed.

Maverick had been great compiling the different lists for him.

Something he was sure he wouldn’t have been able to do on his own.

Tater smiled widely at him. “I knew I could count on you.”

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Steven watched as Tater left the resource center with a big smile on his face. “What was that about?” he asked as looked at the binder on the desk.

“It seems Tater’s uncle has a stepson that has mental issues,” Taylor said as he scanned the book in front of him.

“I’ll be back.” Steven got up from his seat, Taylor nodding at him absently. Roman stepped aside as his hand went to the small of Steven’s back. They had discussed him working this morning as they were getting dressed, and Steven finally told Roman his desire to be a cook.

Roman liked the idea. He said that he would feel better if he worked at the diner where one of the Timber wolves was part owner.

That way Steven would be protected. Now the only thing they he had to do was find out if the diner was hiring.

Roman escorted him across the street, both keeping an eye out for anyone suspicious. It sucked living this way. Steven had grown used to it living with David and all the shady characters that used to come over, but he thought living here would change that.

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He stepped into the air-conditioned diner, thankful for the chill his skin immediately soaked up. Keata, as he learned the mate’s name was, stood behind the counter talking casually with a customer as Cody, the man he had to talk to, watched his mate closely.

Steven wondered for a brief second if that was how Roman looked at him when he was unaware. He hoped so because not only was Cody watching Keata with intent eyes, they were filled with a love Steven could only dream of Roman feeling for him.

He glanced at the bathroom, a shudder running through him. “If you don’t want to be here, we can go.” Roman leaned in and whispered for just his ears.

“I won’t be afraid of life.” Steven steeled his shoulders and walked over to the counter.

After a long discussion with Cody, Frank—the other owner—and George, the cook, Steven walked out of there feeling giddy. He’d gotten the job. George had been in his corner the whole time, citing that he was exhausted and could use the help. Between cooking for the diner and then cooking for the pack, he needed help.

Steven was more than ready to lend a helping hand. He jumped out of the truck as soon as Roman had parked it, running up the front steps and bursting into the living room. “I got the job!” The twins and triplets called out their congratulations, Chauncey patting Steven on his back. “That don’t mean we are gonna go back to fending for ourselves.”

“I would never dream of it.” Steven beamed at everyone in the room. He felt accomplished, and the sense of finally pulling his own weight made him giggle with joy.

“You’re not working my poor mate to death,” Roman grunted as he walked into the house. “You did just fine before he came along.”

“Hush.” Chauncey elbowed his brother as he glared at him. “We may have gotten along before he came along, but that don’t mean he ain’t better at it than us.”

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“I’ll still feed you guys, until another one of you are mated and your mate can take over the task.”

“Now that sounds fair.” Chauncey chucked Roman on his shoulder. “See, a little compromise.” Steven could see the irritation on Roman’s face and laughed.

Roman wasn’t going to compromise. It was written all over his face.

He wouldn’t worry about that right now. Steven was too busy enjoying the glow of success at getting a dream job.

He floated into the kitchen, looking through the pantry for something to cook. Cody and Frank, even George, were anxious to try out some of his recipes. Steven hated the fact that he had left his collection of unique dishes in a book back at David’s. Now he would have to start all over again.

Roman came into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he watched Steven gather things for a nice supper. “We should get internet service here. You already have cable, and it would help me out a great deal with my cooking.”

Steven grabbed a large wrapped package from the fridge where he had placed them last night, pulling it apart to reveal quite a few pork chops. That would be good for dinner.

“Pa’s firing up the grill. He says it gets too hot in here with the oven going.” Roman took the meat in his hands. “I’ll take these out to him if you want to work on side dishes.” Steven nodded as he began his task of getting everything else together for dinner. The brothers had gone back outside to finish doing whatever farmers did as he set the pot of water on the stove for the macaroni. A nice cold macaroni salad would go good with the pork chops.

Steven’s leaned over the sink, opening the window for fresh air.

He knew Pa liked to keep them closed to keep the heat out, but there was a nice breeze today that would help.

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His hands stilled when he noticed movement on the side of the truck. He knew instantly that it wasn’t one of the Lakeland brothers, but close.

Dommy.

Was he really that stupid? Did he really come here in hopes of kidnapping him? He knew Dommy was off his rocker, but he never took him for an idiot.

The box of uncooked pasta hit the floor, the noodles scattering everywhere when Dommy raised a gun and pointed it over toward the side of the house. Steven could only get a small sound to escape the back of his throat when he saw who Dommy was aiming at.

Chauncey!

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Roman stared at his father for a second as the sound of a shotgun echoed. His heart dropped into his stomach as he raced toward the house, praying his mate was safe. As he reached the back door, Steven came flying through it and ran right into Roman.

Roman let out a cry as he checked his mate for injury and pulled him close when he saw none.

“Chauncey!” Steven shouted. “Dommy shot Chauncey!” His mate was clawing at him as he grew hysterical.