Page 21 of Tamed Wolf

Me: Just start heading home soon so you can shower. Camden wants us to see his dads’ club. Be warned, I’ve been promised a lap dance. I bet you we can get a stipulation that she’s not blonde

Brooks: You had to bring my dick into this, didn’t you? Gods, I hate you sometimes. If you didn’t look just like me, I’d probably make sure you knew how much I hate your ugly face, too.

Blake: oh, no, please twist my arm harder

Me: Fuck. I think Rowan just shit himself again. Damnit, I just changed him. Wish me luck

I get the changing station set up before grabbing him, lighting a cookies and cream candle too to hope it will burn through the incredibly potent smell that is my son right now. “Really, dude? Maybe we should just let you live in the bath, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? How does your stomach still have anything to digest? Okay, okay, don’t yell at me, I’ve got ya.”

I kiss his crazy cute puffy cheeks before laying him down and unsnapping his gray onesie with little wolves all over it. Fucking cute.

???

By the time I got Rowan to nap and have packed up a diaper bag for him, Aspen and some of her mates are there to pick him up, cooing at him like she doesn’t have a smaller version at home. “He’s getting so big! Oh my gosh, look at those eyelashes! Showstopper. Alright little man, you ready to party hard? We’ve got all the toys spread out and the best party playlist ever cued up. We’re going to wear you out!”

“Thanks again, Aspen, we really appreciate this.”

“Hey, you know we love this kid. And no rush. If you end up meeting someone…and you know…well. We’ve got an extra crib all ready because our little one is still in the bassinet. We’ve got this. You should go out and have fun, get rip roaring drunk, make some questionable decisions. You guys deserve it.”

Brooks comes stumbling out of the shower in time to give Rowan a squeeze and buckle him into his seat, and Blake is repacking the diaper bag we’ve already checked twice because he’s paranoid we forgot something. Being a parent is scary.

“I don’t know about all that, but we’ll keep you posted on when we’re swinging by to pick him up.”

Once he’s buckled into the car safely and they’re all pulling away, our house feels strangely empty. There are still three of us in it, but Rowan is the life of it.

“I don’t like it here without him,” Brooks whines.

“I know. It’s weird.”

Blake sighs. “Let’s get this shit over with. Five bucks says Camden’s already drunk when we get there and won’t even remember us coming, though.”

“He’ll remember. Let’s just try and have fun, okay? I know this isn’t really our thing, but maybe it will be good for us to be adults instead of dads for a little bit.”

“I’m driving. That means I don’t have to drink, and that means I get to shovel your asses out of there when I’m bored,” Blake says as he grabs the truck keys off the hook.

We’d been so hot and cold with our mate for so long before it ended that we avoided anything that might even involve other women, so we haven’t been to a strip club, well, ever. Now that she’s gone and we’re single though, I can have fun looking.

With Rowan taking up so much of our mental energy, we have no desire to date anytime soon, and couldn’t even if we wanted to since the wound from she who we ignore is so raw still, but maybe one day, when Rowan is much bigger, we could find somebody to bring into our lives and make us feel like men again.

“Okay, this place actually isn’t as sleezy as I was expecting,” Brooks announces as we walk towards the door.

The bouncers look pretty bored but sizeable enough to do their jobs, so we pay our cover and head in, walking down the masculine furnished entry room where our eyes can adjust to the dimmer lighting.

“Good evening gentlemen, welcome to The Humble Abode. Have you visited us before?”

It’s so fucking hard to try and hold a conversation with a woman wearing a flowy black dress that is doing very little to conceal her breasts. But I’m a professional, so my eyes never dip beneath her chin. Adding karma points for myself. “We have not. We’re actually supposed to meet Camden here.”

“Oh, excellent! You must be the Storm Pack. I have explicit instructions to give you averywarm welcome.” She climbs onto the desk, which is one of those two-tiered ones with a higher ledge, leaning over so you can see all the way down her dress.

Blake is stumbling behind me and Brooks is studiously staring at anywhere but the woman, but she clearly wants me to look, so it’d be rude not to, right?

“That’s uh, mighty kind of you, ma’am.” Fuck. My cheeks are bright red, aren’t they? Fuck. Areolas.

“Mmm, you three are totally innocent, aren’t you? You’re going to have so much fun. We’ve got the crowd favorite prepping for some special alone time with you. I’ve been instructed to bring you right to her before you’re permitted to join Camden’s party.”

“This was a fucking mistake,” Brooks mumbles.

“I have no idea what that means, but…lead the way?”

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