Without Reservations (23 page)

Chay tensed for a split second, then relaxed.

Keaton continued to tease with his finger, never quite entering, and put his mouth to good use. He loved the musky scent of Chay, loved the feel of cock against his cheek. He dragged his face down Chay’s cock and nuzzled his balls. Glancing up Chay’s body, he buried his nose in the warm soft sack and inhaled deeply. A tingle shot through him. His mate’s pheromones were so strong here. His cock jerked, leaking. He licked and sucked then took one testicle into his mouth.

Chay’s head shot off the bed, staring down at him. His face flushed with lust. “Mmm, my, Bit.”

Keaton took the other testicle into his mouth, sucking lightly. He used his unoccupied hand to lift them and licked under them, all the way to Chay’s opening.

Chay bucked against him, spreading his legs wider. “More, babe.”

Keaton closed his eyes and worked his finger in. He got to the second knuckle before Chay moaned.

“Oh God.” Chay dropped his head back on the bed.

Oh God was right
. He was so fucking tight. “Oh my God, good? Oh my God, bad.”

“Different. Stings a little. Kind of burns.” Chay pushed out and Keaton slid his finger further in.

Chay gasped.

It sounded like a good gasp, so Keaton inched his finger out and pressed back in. He got another gasp in return. He grabbed Chay’s cock and brought it to his lips, licking up one side and down the other before taking it into his mouth.

Chay groaned, his cock jerking in Keaton’s mouth.

Keaton took it as a good sign and decided to add another finger.

Chay fidgeted a little, but other than that he didn’t seem to mind. He was too busy alternately fucking Keaton’s face and shoving down on his fingers.

He angled his fingers up searching for…

“Holy fucking shit. Do that again.”

Found it!
Keaton grinned around Chay’s dick.

Chay started making breathy moans. They were sexy as hell. Keaton added another finger and deep throated Chay at the same time.

“Oh, ow. Oh, God. Ow. Ow. Ooh…”

He stopped, keeping his fingers perfectly still, staring up at Chay. He was trying to decide whether it was an omigod-stop-you’re-freaking-killing-me “ow” or a give-me-a-minute-to-adjust “ow”, when Chay pushed toward his fingers.

He curled his fingers up again, hitting that sweet spot, and swallowed around Chay’s cock.

“Stop!”

Keaton froze. He didn’t want to, his cock was throbbing something fierce. He was dying to get the show on the road, but he’d rather cut off his arm than hurt Chay.

Chay’s head popped up and he reached down, cupping Keaton’s cheek. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come. Come up here.”

He nodded and let Chay’s dick pop out of his mouth. “You should turn over. It will be easier.”

“No. Like this. Wanna watch you, Bit.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m positive.” Chay grinned, his eyes twinkling.

Keaton groaned at the trust and love he read on Chay’s face. He grabbed the lube and slicked himself and Chay up. He went a little crazy with the stuff, but too much was better than not enough. Tossing the bottle onto the nightstand, he positioned his cock against his mate.

Chay pulled his legs up, holding them behind the knees. The pink opening begged his attention.

Keaton pressed a finger in.

Chay moaned and moved toward him.

He didn’t waste any more time. His cock wasn’t much wider than three of his fingers. He lined his cock up to that snug little hole and pushed steadily in, watching Chay’s face the whole time.

Chay hissed out a breath, his face pinched up a tad, but he started shaking his head. “Don’t stop.”

God, if only he could. He’d never felt anything quite so intense. This felt better than anything he could imagine.
Fuck
. That tight channel squeezed him, holding him like nothing ever had. He gritted his teeth in an attempt to go slow. Sweat beaded on his forehead and dripped down his temples. Abruptly, Keaton felt Chay push out. Keaton focused on Chay’s face as it relaxed into a stunned, blissful expression. And what a great expression it was too. It meant not only did he not have to stop, but that Chay was not in any pain.

When Chay’s ass finally rested against Keaton’s thighs, Chay pulled Keaton’s head down, kissing him soundly. His tongue darted in then back out just as fast. “Bit, you should see your face.” His voice was husky, deeper than usual.

Keaton giggled, but it came out as more of a squeak, and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t have to see his face. He could imagine. It felt tight, all scrunched up. He was so close to blowing, his balls felt like they were practically in his throat. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed and looked at Chay. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, pretty baby. Feels weird. Full, a little uncomfortable, but not bad.”

Keaton pulled back, his cock slipping almost out.

“Ahh…”

Oh yeah, he could relate. It was a contest sometimes as to what felt better, out or in. Personally he liked out, but well, yeah, it was a contest. He angled Chay’s hips up, and pushed back in. Damn, that was just…damn. He locked gazes with his mate and started fucking him slowly.

After about the third thrust, those brown eyes widened and Chay came unglued. “Fuck yes.”

Keaton was actually shaking with the effort not to come. He untangled Chay’s hand from the sheet and led it to his hard cock.

Chay grabbed it, his eyes never leaving Keaton’s, and pumped.

Keaton picked up his pace, matching Chay’s hand. The whole time they stared into the other’s eyes. They were both sweating. Chay whispered encouragement to him, it was gibberish but it only added to his arousal. His fingers dug into Chay’s hips and he slammed into him harder. “Chay, hurry.”

Chay nodded, still working his cock. “Yeah, yeah, Bit, now.”

Keaton came. Just let go. It was almost painful to hold back, so he went with it, filling his mate up. Lightning arced up his spine, pulling a hoarse yell from his throat.

Chay came seconds later, his eyes wide, still watching Keaton. Spunk sprayed over his hand, on his chest, even on Keaton’s stomach.

Keaton’s whole body protested. His muscles yelled, “fuck it” and collapsed in on him. His cheek landed on Chay’s chest with a thud. It was probably the most ungraceful, unromantic thing he’d ever done. He giggled.

Chay chuckled. “Muscles give out?”

“Yep. That was…wow. Why didn’t anyone tell me that felt like that?”

Chay wrapped his arms and legs around Keaton and squeezed. “I did one better. I showed you.”

“I love you, Chay.”

“Love you too, Little Bit.”

Finally managing to get his body to cooperate, Keaton pulled his slowly dwindling erection out of his mate and rolled to Chay’s side. Or rather tried to. Chay stopped him, settling Keaton on his chest, holding him close. He pushed up, his cock still hard against Keaton’s belly.

Good lord how could Chay still be hard? More to the point why was Chay still awake? Why was
he
?

Fingernails scraped up his spine, almost tickling. “Psst…Bit, I didn’t lose my erection.”

Keaton half-chuckled, half-groaned, hoping like hell Chay didn’t expect him to do anything about it, then fell into a peaceful sleep, right on top of his mate.

* * *

Chay flopped down on the couch watching Bit, who paced back and forth in front of the coffee table, dialing the portable phone. He and Keaton had decided upon waking that Bit should call his parents. If for no other reason then to see if they were home and get an idea on their location if they weren’t. Bit acted like it wasn’t a big deal, but Chay knew it was. He could sense the tension even though Bit tried hard to hide it.

Jake must have sensed it too, because he went after donuts, coffee and a change of clothes. He didn’t want to leave Remi—or Keaton for that matter—for too long. The man took his job seriously, and last night he decided that his job description entailed twenty-four-hour surveillance. It irked Chay a little that Jake thought he needed help protecting his mate, but he wasn’t about to turn down the offer. He was a lot of things, but he wasn’t stupid. In his opinion it was better to err on the side of overprotective when it came to his mate’s safety. He even insisted on paying Jake for the extra time.

Bit stopped pacing right next to him. “Martha? This is Keaton.”

A high-pitched squealing sound came over the phone, making Bit wince and jerk the phone from his ear.

Chay grabbed Bit’s hand and pulled him between his legs.

The squeal dissolved into feminine babbling.

“Yes, it’s really me. I’m fine.” Bit got a goofy grin on his face.

Tugging Bit around to face him, Chay enticed him on to his lap.

“I’ve missed you too, Martha.”

Chay gripped a handful of ass and squeezed, settling Bit a little closer.

Bit kissed his nose, listening to this Martha person on the other end of the phone.

Chay leaned back, concentrating on Bit’s conversation. One nice thing about being a wolf was he could easily listen to a phone conversation and get both sides without a speakerphone. Martha was going on about how proud she was that Keaton had finished his doctorate. The woman sounded genuinely pleased to be talking to Keaton. Chay decided he liked her after hearing the affection in her voice for his Bit. He heard a yip and looked around Bit’s shoulder.

Remi came yawning into the living room, carrying Pita. His hair stuck out at all different angles and marks from the sheet marred his cheek. He appeared half-asleep, but no worse for wear. His eyes met Chay’s, looking a little unsure and nervous.

Last night after Doc Baker had given Remi a sedative, they’d talked and explained things to him. There was still a lot to go over, but Remi had eventually calmed down and listened. He seemed to finally accept it. Well, as best he could anyway. It had to be a surreal feeling, suddenly finding out that something you thought fiction was true to life. Chay related it to himself suddenly finding out there were unicorns, fairies and leprechauns.

They had yet to tell him about Jake being his mate. Let the poor man get adjusted.

Remi set Pita on the floor and cautiously took a seat at the end of the couch. Remi looked at Bit, his eyes zeroing in on Chay’s hands still on Bit’s ass, and blushed.

Chay ignored his friend’s discomfort. If Remi was going to accept them, then he was going to accept all of them. He raised a brow at him. “You okay?” he asked quietly.

Remi nodded and whispered, “A little freaked out. How long have you been a…a…”

“A wolf? All my life.”

“How could I not know something like this?” Remi seemed a little hurt and a lot disbelieving.

“Would you have believed it?”

Remi snorted. “Well, yeah, if you showed me. Kinda hard not to believe it when it’s right there in your face.” He glanced around. “Where’s…”

“Jake?”

“Yeah. He’s not dangerous is he?”

Chay grinned. “Not to us, but he’s not a man I’d want to cross. He went to go get coffee and donuts. We’re out of everything and a certain someone refuses to cook for me.”

Bit pinched his shoulder and continued his conversation.

Remi’s lips quirked as he shook his head. “He’s so fucking pretty he could be a woman.”

Bit’s hand shot up, flipping Remi the bird.

Yeah, and real ladylike too.
Chay groaned and pulled Bit’s hand down.

Remi chuckled. “He’s one too, huh?”

“Yes. He’s my mate.”

Remi’s eyebrows furrowed, his head cocking to the side a little.

“I’ll explain later.”

Remi looked like he wanted to press, but he finally nodded. “Who is he talking to?”

“He’s supposed to be talking to his parents.” He patted Bit’s ass to get his attention. “Bit, who are you talking to?”

“Housekeeper.”

Chay’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. “Housekeeper?” His gaze flew to Remi.

Remi’s mouth dropped open. “His family has a fucking housekeeper?”

Chay shrugged. “Apparently.” Geez, he sort of gathered that Bit had money, but a housekeeper?

Bit laughed, bringing Chay and Remi’s focus back to him. Absently, he ran his hand down Chay’s chest. “Thanks, Martha.”

There was a brief pause then Chay heard a man’s voice. “Keaton?”

Bit grinned, his eyes twinkled, making him appear even younger than he usually did. “Hi, Thompson.”

Thompson?
Who the hell was he talking to now?

Keaton must have read his mind. He covered the phone and whispered, “He’s sort of like a butler. He’s Martha’s husband.”

Chay and Remi both blinked, eyes widening.
A housekeeper and a butler?
How rich were Keaton’s parents? Good lord, they could hire a professional hitman to kill Bit. Why would they bother sending their oldest son to sully his hands with the task?

After a short conversation, a new feminine voice replaced Thompson’s. “Keaton? Son, is that you?”

Bit fidgeted. “Yeah, Mom, it’s me.”

“Oh my God. Howard. It’s him! It’s Keaton.”

“Son?” a man, not Thompson, asked. They must have picked up separate lines.

“Yeah, Dad.” Keaton frowned, directing a questioning look at Chay.

Chay knew exactly what he was thinking. They did not sound like two people plotting their son’s demise.

“Oh, honey. We’ve been looking for you. We’re sorry,” Bit’s mom said.

“We hired a detective to find you, but from the report Aubrey got last week there was still no news. Where are you, Son?” Howard, Bit’s dad, inquired.

“I’m in New Mexico. What do you mean there was no word? Aubrey is here. He is the one who told me you were looking for me.”

“What?” both parents asked.

“What do you mean Aubrey is there?” Keaton’s dad wanted to know.

“He’s here, in New Mexico. He came to my house last night.”

“Your house? You have a house, honey?” His mother seemed surprised, but…proud?

“Son, I don’t like this. Aubrey called us just last week and told us that the detective still hadn’t found you. Why would he do that?” His dad sounded worried and confused all at once.

“Chay?” Keaton looked like he didn’t know what to do. He started trembling.