With Abandon: With or Without, Book 3 (15 page)

Matt tangled his fists in the covers, bunching them. His whole body arched, pushing his dick to the back of Aubrey’s throat.

Aubrey swallowed, and Matt’s legs trembled. This was going to be over in no time if he didn’t stop. Damn, he didn’t want to stop. Sitting up between Matt’s spread thighs, he continued to play with Matt’s balls. “What do you want to do, sugar?”

“Anything. Everything. Whatever you want.” Matt rocked his head side to side. He squeezed his eyes shut as if he was in pain, and his fangs peeked out from under his top lip. He probably was in pain, or uncomfortable at the very least, from holding back. But the release would be so much sweeter for the wait.

Aubrey chuckled and ran his other palm up Matt’s thigh. He lifted Matt’s balls and traced his finger down, pushing between Matt’s cheeks until he touched the tiny opening. Oh God, he really wanted to look, but he kept his attention on Matt’s face, carefully trying to gauge his reaction.

Matt met his gaze. His eyes flared for a brief second and closed. His head lolled back.

As badly as Aubrey didn’t want to know, he suspected that Matt was indeed a virgin. Once again his conscience tried to make an appearance, but Aubrey squelched it. He’d
go slowly just in case. “Talk to me, Matt. What do you want to do? Do you want to fuck me? Or do you want me to do you?”

“I don’t care.”

“That’s not an answer, darlin’. Tell me.” Aubrey pushed the tip of his finger inside Matt’s body.

Moving toward the intrusion, Matt moaned and snapped his eyes shut. His lips parted. He didn’t act like
this
was new to him.

Aubrey’s balls pulled tighter as the ring of muscle around his finger contracted and released over and over. “Matt?”

His eyes flew open. They were lupine and unfocused, dazed with passion. “You. I want you.”

It wasn’t an answer, but Aubrey removed his finger and released Matt’s balls. Tapping Matt on the inside of the thigh, he dipped his chin toward the nightstand. “Hand me that.”

Matt blinked, focusing on him. He turned his head and found the bottle, staring at it for several seconds. Whether he was debating letting Aubrey use it on him or trying to figure out what it was, Aubrey didn’t know, but finally Matt grabbed it. “Here.” Matt handed him the lube.

His voice was so soft Aubrey thought he might have imagined it and only read his lips. Staring into the fathomless dark-blue wolf eyes, Aubrey took the bottle and squirted some on his fingers. “Bend your knees and put your feet on the bed.”

With his chest moving in quick shallow chops, Matt obeyed.

Aubrey pushed Matt’s feet closer to his butt, exposing Matt’s balls and the dusky opening. A moan slipped out of Aubrey. He gripped his own prick and took a deep breath to calm down. Inserting his slick finger into Matt’s ass, he watched the little hole swallow it. What a sight. A drip of precome slid down Matt’s engorged prick.

Pulling back out, Aubrey marveled at the tight grip. His cock was going to feel good inside that snug ass.
Oh damn.
His impatient erection slapped against his belly, leaving a wet spot.

Matt whimpered and moved his hips, grinding himself on Aubrey’s finger. Matt remained rock hard and leaking. It eased Aubrey’s mind.

Watching Matt’s ass, Aubrey stroked himself. It wasn’t long before he had to let go of his dick. He dipped forward and took Matt’s cock into his mouth as he eased another digit inside.

Matt bucked up, shoving his prick deep into Aubrey’s throat. It took some quick adjusting on Aubrey’s part to keep his teeth from catching on that velvet smoothness.

“Careful, sugar. Fangs,” Aubrey reminded him.

“Yeah.” Matt nodded repeatedly. His eyes closed. “Yeah, careful.”

He might as well not have spoken because Matt continued to thrust up into his mouth. He was gorgeous when he went all crazy like that, but it was a good thing Aubrey had lots of practice. He smiled around Matt’s cock and opened wider to keep from snagging the delicate skin. Taking advantage of Matt’s intense arousal, Aubrey pushed another finger into Matt.

The muscles clenched down on Aubrey’s fingers, and Matt froze. His breath hitched. The sweet sounds that had left him seconds ago ceased, but his erection never faltered.

When Aubrey glanced up, Matt was watching him. Pulling away from his mate’s prick, he licked it all the way to his balls. “You all right?”

The muscles in Matt’s torso relaxed a little at a time. He nodded and laid his head back down. His ass relaxed its death grip on Aubrey’s fingers.

Oh yeah, that’s it, sugar.
Aubrey lay down to get a better view. The soft fuzz on Matt’s balls tickled his nose. The scent intoxicated him, and he wanted to wallow in it. Rubbing his face against the soft sac, Aubrey licked. He kissed Matt’s thigh. It gained him a shiver and an anxious pant. He smiled against Matt and moved back to watch his fingers fucking his mate’s asshole.

Angling his fingers up, he rubbed them across Matt’s prostate. He’d see if he could really make that pretty dick leak.

“Oh God.” Matt’s hips arched up, and his shaft jerked, oozing come onto his belly. He grunted with every thrust of his hips. His movements grew frantic and erratic. At the moment, his world seemed to center on feeling.

Aubrey had to give his cock a good squeeze. As lovely as the sight was, they were both about to go off any second. He got to his knees and smeared a generous amount of lube on his cock. Before he second-guessed himself, he lined up and sank into the tightest ass he’d ever felt.

“Damn, sugar.” He eased in until his balls and the tops of his thighs rested against skin.

“Uh-huh.” Matt’s gaze met his, and everything seemed to freeze.

The deep blue of Matt’s eyes swallowed Aubrey in just as surely as his body had. The mix of emotions was laid bare for him. There was something besides pleasure in that stare. Something Aubrey didn’t want to look too closely at, something that scared him to death. In that instant he could swear Matt saw right down to his soul. And whatever he saw, he liked…a lot. A shiver raced up Aubrey’s spine. He had to close his eyes and catch his breath. Distance. He needed to distance himself.

But before he could throw up any mental barriers, Matt’s hand cupped his jaw, urging him down.

He was so lost. Aubrey went without hesitation. Like falling in a dream, he kept going and going. It was terrifying, but exhilarating too. He opened his mouth, but he didn’t kiss Matt. He nuzzled Matt’s cheek with his, trying to make everything slow down. He kept his face against Matt’s, willing his world to stop spinning.

Stubble scratched his cheek and lips. Matt hugged him and rooted around until he managed to get their mouths together. He licked and bit at Aubrey’s open lips, begging to be kissed. The entire time his body held Aubrey tight, keeping him on the edge of overwhelming pleasure.

Relenting, Aubrey turned into the kiss. He learned the inside of his mate’s mouth, caressing and tasting. This time the moan was his. He was awash with sensation. Matt’s cock jerked against his stomach, and his ass contracted around Aubrey.

Aubrey couldn’t take any more, he had to move or go crazy. The sex he could handle, but the gentle kisses and caresses melted him.

Matt touched him everywhere. He brushed his lips all over Aubrey’s face and neck. “Aubrey.” Catching Aubrey’s face in his hands, Matt forced him to make eye contact.

When Aubrey did, he could no longer ignore what it was he’d seen, what he saw now. All the love and admiration on that young innocent face was nearly his undoing.

Matt opened his mouth again to speak.

Aubrey knew what was coming, and God help him he wanted to hear it, but his conscience wouldn’t let him. His self-preservation kicked in. Sitting up, he did the only thing he could think of. He pushed Matt’s legs to his chest and started moving. Relentlessly, he fucked his mate, watching his cock slide in and out.

“Oh God!” Matt’s cock seeped. Stream after stream of come dribbled onto his belly. Matt thrashed his head back and forth. He muttered to himself. The only word that made sense was a gasped, “Please.” His muscles rippled around Aubrey’s cock, milking him as he clutched at Aubrey’s arms. The puddle of come on his belly increased. Aubrey had him bent over so far it ran down his chest.

It took great effort not to climax. Perspiration dotted Aubrey’s upper lip and formed a thin layer on his back. When the last shudders left Matt and his body relaxed, Aubrey threw his head back and allowed himself to come.

Every muscle he had tensed and sweat poured down his temples. His balls emptied into his mate’s willing body, and a numbing sensation shot up his spine. He sputtered and gasped at the intensity, trying to catch his breath, but the pleasure went on and on.

When he could finally think again, he let go of Matt’s legs and collapsed onto his hands to keep from crushing Matt.

Matt’s eyes were closed, and his chest heaved up and down with each ragged breath. His pulse beat visibly in his neck, and he looked more breathtaking than a man had a right to. When he opened his eyes, they were shiny, brimming with moisture. Again his love shined through.

It stabbed Aubrey right in the heart.

With a featherlight touch, Matt’s fingers met Aubrey’s cheek.

Closing his eyes against the intense feelings, Aubrey rested his forehead on Matt’s. It was going to kill him to let go of this man. “Thank you, sugar.”

Chapter Twelve

Aubrey hadn’t wanted to leave Reynolds Hall Sunday afternoon. They’d spent most of the weekend seeing how many places they could fuck inside the mansion and out. By the time they’d gotten back to Atlanta Sunday evening, they’d both fallen into bed exhausted. But this morning…

Grinning from ear to ear, Aubrey rubbed his shoulder and leaned back in his chair. He took off his glasses and laid them on the desk. He still couldn’t believe Matt had bitten him. His cock perked right up thinking about those sexy dark-blue wolf eyes and the blissed-out expression—half-dazed, half-surprised—Matt always made before he climaxed. He’d gotten so wound up when they’d jerked each other off that he’d sunk his teeth into Aubrey’s deltoid. It had healed, since it was two hours ago, but the memory had kept him horny all morning.

He sighed and turned back to his laptop. This wasn’t a way to be productive, but daydreaming about Matt when he wasn’t around was habit-forming.

Where was Carson with the coffee? Aubrey sniffed, not smelling his EA or Starbucks. Carson was probably flirting with the barista boys. Good thing there wasn’t a coffee shop in the hotel, Aubrey would never get his assistant to work. Or maybe he’d get his coffee faster. Hmmm…now there was an idea, a coffee bar right in the hotel. It was trendy, catered to young as well as old and was another source of revenue.

After putting his glasses back on, Aubrey opened Safari and typed in coffee shops. Who did he know in that business? Obviously it would raise the cost of the renovations, but it might be worth it.

The chime rang indicating he had a text.

Digging into his coat pocket, he retrieved his phone, feeling all warm inside when he saw the message was from Matt.

aced my eng. exam,
the message read.

Oh, a celebration was in order for tonight. They’d have a nice big dinner, something for dessert and then spend the rest of the night naked. Or maybe they’d get naked first, then dinner, then naked, then dessert and naked again. Aubrey rubbed his cock through his slacks. Naked was definitely on the agenda. Now that he’d had Matt he didn’t think he’d ever get enough.

Aubrey groaned. His erection wasn’t going away anytime soon if he kept thinking like that. Matt was inspiring. Not just that, he was uplifting, pun intended. No matter what else was going on with pack and work, the thought of his mate made him smile.

Aubrey texted back,
congrats. knew u could do it. 2night we celebrate.

Matt responded with,
yep. we celebrate u being promoted 2 alpha 2.

Aubrey set his phone down and went back to his computer. He didn’t even want to think about taking over the pack. What he wanted at the moment was to congratulate Matt in person. A celebratory kiss would really hit the spot right about now. Maybe he’d have Carson buy Matt something, like gourmet chocolates, to celebrate his success. Matt had a sweet tooth. Aubrey had found that out the hard way the other night. He’d gone to get a piece of chocolate out of his stash—that he’d hidden from Tara—only to learn that Matt had found it. Matt made Tara look like an amateur when it came to decimating chocolate stashes.

Picking up his phone to send his missing assistant a message, Aubrey caught a familiar scent. “Son of a bitch.” Maybe that was why Carson was MIA. Had he seen Boskie from across the street and decided to hang out in the coffee shop? Aubrey set his phone down and listened.

Boskie’s anger was obvious, not just from his scent, but his heavy footfalls. A confrontation was about to commence whether Aubrey wanted one or not. He supposed this finally answered the question of whether Boskie knew Carson was Aubrey’s new assistant.

The door banged open.

Aubrey took his glasses off and leaned back in his chair, crossing his hands over his abdomen. He’d like to kick Boskie’s ass for the rudeness. Not only was he the man’s boss but his Alpha as well. Who the fuck did Boskie think he was? He definitely needed to be put in his place.

“Where is he?” Adding to his rudeness, Boskie strode forward, planted his hands on Aubrey’s desk and glowered down at him.

“Who?” Aubrey wasn’t going to make this easy. “I assume you have a very good reason for your disrespect?”

“Don’t fuck with me. Where’s Carson?” He looked around before sticking his nose in the air and inhaling. “Whatever he told you is a lie. I demand you fire him this instant, or you will sorely regret it.”

It took every bit of self-control Aubrey had not to react. He’d be damned if a lower-ranking wolf gave him orders. He gave all of himself to his pack and employees. He expected at least a measure of respect in return. Only his knowledge that restraint and composure spoke of power more than giving into the emotional urge to do violence kept him rooted in his seat.

Giving the man a chance to compose himself and a few seconds to realize just who he was shouting at, Aubrey raised a brow, daring Boskie to continue.

“He has slandered my reputation, Aubrey.” Boskie’s tone softened marginally, but he retained his threatening stance. “What has he told you? Why in the hell did you hire him? You owe me an explanation.”

“I don’t owe you anything, Orin.” Keeping his voice and tone steady as though the confrontation meant nothing to him, Aubrey caught the older wolf’s gaze. He allowed his eyes to shift and shift back. It was only a small taste, but he knew Boskie would understand the show of power. Not many wolves could voluntarily shift body parts and certainly not that quickly. Aubrey had always tried to hide his abilities, but it was a moot point now. Orin obviously needed proof that Aubrey was capable of stepping into his dad’s shoes in pack issues as well as in business.

Boskie blinked, bowed his head and dropped into the chair opposite Aubrey. “I’m sorry.” His tone took on a more civil cadence and volume. “He’s lying about me. I was in the process of getting him fired from the Macon Buchanan. The next thing I know he quits, and I find out you’ve hired him as your executive assistant.”

That was more like it. “I needed a new assistant, and Carson applied for the job. He’s more than qualified, and I hired him. Whatever is going on between the two of you stops here and now. I will not have your personal problems affecting Reynolds Inc.”

Anger and resentment seeped back into Boskie’s posture, scent and expression. He pointed his finger. “Listen, Aub—”

Aubrey let more of the power he’d concealed for most of his life leak out, giving his fellow pack member a slightly bigger taste. He knew exactly what Boskie would feel, because he’d felt his dad’s and brother’s power. Theirs felt tingly, but by letting his power out suddenly it was probably more like a jolt, akin to being zapped. All werewolves could sense one another’s power. It was an ability unique to them, a way of determining hierarchy amongst themselves. It was a sort of sixth sense, like an aura. A wolf’s power hummed like an electric field. It was hard to hide one’s power, but it could be done.

It did the job. Lurching away, Boskie backed down.

“Do we have an understanding?”

Orin gave a crisp nod, stood and turned to leave. His spine stiffened, and his fist clenched at his side before he faced Aubrey again. “You may be my Alpha, but this is a business matter.”

“Meaning?” Aubrey arched a brow. “Are you threatening me?”

Boskie didn’t say anything else, he just turned and walked away.

Carson had the unfortunate timing of entering with the coffees at that exact moment. When he spotted Orin, he gasped and backpedaled. His eyes widened.

Aubrey frowned at Carson’s sudden and intense reaction. Surely Carson knew Boskie couldn’t hurt him here.

Boskie didn’t say a word to Carson, just grabbed him by the throat and shoved as he walked past.

Son of a bitch.
Aubrey jumped up and raced around the desk.

Carson’s back hit the open door with a thud and propelled it into the wall behind. He juggled the cups, only sloshing a little coffee out before catching his balance. As it was, the door hitting the wall was what saved him from landing on his ass. He ended up with his back pressed up against the door and his feet out wide about three feet in front of his body.

Aubrey took the cups from Carson, allowing him to right himself. “Are you okay?” He glanced out the door at Boskie’s retreating back.
Bastard.

“Yeah.” Carson didn’t sound okay. His voice shook.

Aubrey closed the door and crossed the room to his desk. He set the cups down and motioned to Carson to join him. Sitting in his chair, he waited for Carson to take the seat Boskie had vacated. What a clusterfuck.

“What the hell was he doing here?” After pushing Aubrey’s cup toward him, Carson grabbed his own and sat.

“He wanted me to know you’re lying and that I should fire you.”

Carson hung his head. “Yeah, I kinda figured. He left me a message last night saying if I didn’t quit, he’d make sure you never got those votes for the improvements.”

Big surprise there.
Aubrey took a sip of coffee, letting the rich dark taste flow over his tongue. What he wouldn’t do for a swig of scotch right now. “I’m not worried about it. My proposal is a good one. Boskie’s only hope is to call in favors.” Which was a possibility. Maybe Aubrey should try and find out what Boskie had on all the other CEOs.

“I’m sorry, Aubrey. I should resign. I don’t want to cause you problems.”

No way in hell would Aubrey allow Carson to resign now. He wasn’t giving in to Boskie. It had become a principle thing. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little worried, but he was determined. When he put his mind to something, he did it, end of story. “Not a chance. In fact, I’m adding more work on your plate. I need you to find out what you can about running coffee shops.”

Turning his coffee around and around in his hand, Carson grinned. His frightened scent eased up. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Go get to work. I want to look into adding a coffee bar in the Atlanta Buchanan. I need to know everything about coffee shops.”

“That’s a great idea.” Carson stood. “I’m on it. By the end of the day you’ll know more about coffee than you ever wanted to.” He made it all the way to the door before turning back. “One more thing. Don’t forget that you have that shareholders’ party next week. You need to get your tux cleaned.”

Damn.
He’d forgotten all about that. It was the perfect opportunity to talk up his proposal. “Do me a favor and make an appointment for Matt to get fitted for a tux. Call his cell and make sure you find a good time for him. I’ll let him know to expect your call.”

Carson’s smile was beatific, and Aubrey swore he heard a dreamy sigh.

“What?”

“You’re taking Matt as your date? Does this mean…”

Aubrey groaned. “No, it does not mean that.” Come to think of it, it would look odd if he showed up with just Matt.
Shit.
“Call Tara and tell her about the party. See if she can wrangle up a date for Matt too.”

“Oh.” Carson’s smile slipped. “Okay. I’ll get on it.”

“What?” Aubrey growled.

Carson shrugged. “Nothing. I was just hoping this meant you were settling down. I really like him. He feels right for you.”

Aubrey grinned before he thought better of it. Matt
was
perfect for him. “You know better. When did you become such a romantic?”

Again, Carson shrugged. “He’s not going to be upset that you’re taking Tara as a date, is he?”

“No.” Why would he? Aubrey frowned. He hadn’t even considered that. There could be no hint of his relationship with Matt now. There never could be, but especially not now. He needed the shareholders on his side. Boskie wasn’t going to let up. This was going to become an all-out war. Orin would be out for blood.

Matt tossed his backpack on the couch and stood in the middle of the living room for several minutes. Raking his hands through his hair, he stared at the closed blinds. The darkness did nothing to make him feel better. He was on edge. His skin actually crawled with it. After tossing the motorcycle keys on the end table, he picked up the window remote and opened the blinds. The view wasn’t as beautiful and peaceful as in the country, but it was still pretty cool. It didn’t improve his mood much though.

He wandered into the kitchen. Sugar made everything better. Someone forgot to tell his mom that though. Why did she act so callous? Was starting a fight with their dad in front of the younger boys really necessary? Couldn’t it wait until they were in bed? He, Logan and Chris could handle it, but the little ones didn’t understand. To them she was still Mommy. Now that she wasn’t working, Eddie even spent time with her during the day when the others were at school.

Turning on the pantry light, Matt did a halfhearted search. His dad, at least, took the arguments outside or sent everyone off for ice cream. Matt moved a box of Wheat Thins aside.

Where was Aubrey? Matt turned his head to see the clock on the microwave above the stove. 5:22.
He went back to his search. Aubrey ate too healthy. All his snacks were sort of good, like granola bars, Triscuits and cashews. Where were all the chips and cookies? Matt
needed
chips and cookies.

Abandoning his hunt, he closed the pantry door and grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge. He snagged a pillow off the couch and parked his butt in front of the dining-room table to look out the window.