Without Reservations (25 page)

“I’ve been better, Joe. I’m a little freaked, but I guess being a—werewolf?—is better than the alternative. Chay saved me.”

Jake cleared his throat, bringing Remi’s attention to him.

Remi looked at Jake, blinking rapidly to keep his eyes from changing, Chay supposed. “Chay, Jake and…”

Keaton walked back into the room, bowls in one hand and a bag of food under his arm, Pita bouncing along behind him.

Remi’s eyes twinkled. “…and Little Bit saved me.”

Keaton slapped Remi on the head on his way past and disappeared down the hall.

Chay laughed.
Oh lord.
He supposed at least Remi wasn’t terrified of Bit…that was a good thing, right? Which was hilarious in itself. Bit was tiny in comparison. Okay, yes, Keaton was the more powerful wolf, but to someone without werewolf senses… “Dad, how did you even know we were going?”

“Don’t look so stunned, Chay. Keaton and I talk quite frequently, we’ve become friends.” Dad looked past his shoulder. “Right, Son?”

“Right, Dad.” Keaton came back in carrying the puppy’s bed, bowls and food. Setting the stuff on the floor, he winked at Chay. “I called him when you were in the shower this morning.”

Chapter Twenty-One

“Keaton!”

Keaton looked up as his mother ran toward him, her arms out. He caught her, staggered backwards and almost fell into the luggage carousel. Fortunately, Chay stopped his momentum. “Uh, hi, Mom.”

She started kissing his jaw, his cheeks, his forehead. Finally, she pulled back, holding him at arm’s length, looking him over, her pale blue eyes taking in everything. Her golden blonde hair had a few more gray strands, but other than that, she was the same petite little whirlwind she’d always been. “Oh, honey, look at you. So handsome.” She plucked at his hair. “Your hair is longer than it was at graduation.”

What? How would she know? “Mom, you didn’t see me at graduation.”

She frowned. “Of course I did. You didn’t think we’d miss you getting your doctorate, did you?”

“I didn’t see you.”

“No, you didn’t. Your father insisted that we leave you be and stay downwind of you. I have pictures though. We were very proud of you.”

“Joanna, for crying out loud, let the boy get his luggage.” His dad strolled up, towering over Keaton and his mom, pulled Keaton from his mother and gave him a hug.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Hey, Son. Glad you’re home.” His big brown eyes stared over his shoulder to Chay, who still had his hand in the middle of Keaton’s back. He smiled, bobbing his gray head, and extended his hand. “You must be Chayton.”

“Chay, please. Nice to meet you, Mr. Reynolds.” Chay shook his hand and tipped his head slightly, showing his respect, but not making it obvious because they were in public. Then he turned, indicating the rest of their entourage. “This is my father, Joseph Winston. And these are our friends, Remington Lassiter and Jacob Romero.”

“Howard Reynolds,” Keaton’s father said as he shook hands with everyone. “This is my wife Joanna.”

“Hello,” Joanna said.

They got their luggage and walked out of the terminal. Somehow Keaton ended up with nothing to carry. He tried to take a bag from Chay, but Chay wouldn’t let him. “No. Visit with your parents, I’ve got this.”

Keaton nodded and half-heartedly listened to his mother chatter away about how she’d missed him.

His father and Chay’s father were having a conversation as well, and Remi hung back with Jake.

When they got to the curb and spotted the limo, Keaton thought Chay’s eyes were going to pop out of his head.

Keaton patted his arm. “It’s okay. We don’t always ride around in limos. I guess they wanted to make sure we’d all fit.”

Chay snorted and handed their luggage to the chauffeur.

Keaton grinned and grabbed Chay’s hand, pulling him in beside him.

Keaton’s father stared at their intertwined hands, but didn’t say anything. After they were all settled in the car and on their way to Reynolds Hall, Howard cleared his throat, getting their attention. “So, Chay, what do you do for a living?”

Chay looked at Keaton, then Howard, a pleasant smile on his face. “I’m a vet, sir.”

“What branch? Army, navy…?”

Keaton chuckled. “No, Dad, he’s a doctor. An animal doctor.”

“Oh.” Joanna practically cooed. “Wow, a doctor. That’s wonderful. Now, if you were only a woman you’d be perfect.” She gasped and slapped her hand to her mouth. “My word. I’m sorry, it slipped out.”

Keaton frowned at her.

Joe, Remi, Jake and Chay chuckled.

“Don’t mind her, Chay. We are pleased to meet you. We would have rather you been a woman, but…you’re Keaton’s mate… Actually to be honest, I’m rather glad to see that you are a man. It makes more sense to me now. I was rather shocked when Keaton told us he was gay.”

Keaton rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to let his dad have a piece of his mind when Chay squeezed his hand, giving him a warning look. He snapped his mouth closed.

Joanna clapped her hands. “I do like you, Chay. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone be able to hush him up once he gets a bee in his bonnet.”

Keaton glared at her too.

Chay squeezed his hand again.
Damn it.
Now, they were all gonna think he was domesticated or something.

Chay grinned. “Well, Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds, since we are being open and honest, I was pretty surprised to find out my mate was a man too. But I love your son and I’m not going anywhere, so I suppose we will all have to get used to the idea.”

Howard smiled and leaned forward, slapping Chay on the arm. “Welcome to our family, Chay.”

“Thank you, sir. And in case it crossed your mind…I refuse to have a sex change.”

The entire car erupted in laughter.

* * *

“Would you cut it out?” Chay grabbed Bit’s hand and removed it from his cock for the third time in the last two minutes. There was no way he was having sex in Keaton’s parent’s home. It was bad enough they lived in a huge fucking colonial mansion with an oak-lined drive, big white marble columns and a name—the fucking house had a
name
, for crying out loud—but Bit’s parents were just down the hall. Heck, for that matter, his own parent was in the bedroom right next door. Geez, he felt way out of his element.

Bit groaned and crawled onto him, straddling his hips. “You are the one who insisted on bringing all that lube.” He frowned, but his eyes twinkled with mirth.

“Shh… That was when I thought we’d be staying in a hotel.”

Bit grabbed his prick again.

Chay batted his hand away. “You could have told me you were heir to a goddamned fortune and from one of the oldest moneyed families in all of freaking Georgia.”

Bit leaned down, kissing Chay’s chin. “Technically, I’m the spare and Aubrey is the heir. And anyway, I was disowned.”

“No you weren’t. You let that king-sized temper of yours take over and you ran away. You and your ego, I swear to God… And besides that, Aubrey is a psychopath who is trying to kill you, I somehow doubt your parents are going to leave him everything.”

Bit nipped his chin. “Your ego is every bit as big as mine. And I didn’t exactly run away. It was as much their fault as it was mine. It was a misunderstanding. Do we have to talk about this? I’m really tired of talking about this.” He reached between them, grabbing Chay again.

Chay sighed. His stupid cock didn’t seem to care that they were in the house with other werewolves who could hear them having sex,
it
was hard. In fact, the stupid thing got harder every time Bit touched it. “Bit, what if someone hears?”

“They will be good little werewolves and pretend they didn’t.”

“That isn’t reassuring.” Chay bucked up into Bit’s hand, hissing when it slid down his shaft.

Bit licked across Chay’s lips. “We’ll be quiet.”

“You, be quiet?”

Bit pulled back, frowning. “I’m always quiet.”

Chay hugged him, nuzzling his face next to Bit’s. “
You
are never quiet.” Chay slid one hand to that luscious ass and the other down to the thick cock pressed against his belly.

Keaton surged into his hand, letting out a little whimper.

The bed squeaked.

Chay froze.

“Unh.” Keaton bucked again and pulled on Chay’s cock. Again making the bed squeak.

“Shh…”

“I didn’t say anything.”

Chay moved experimentally, making the bed screech. Nope that wasn’t going to work. Heck, the headboard would probably start banging against the wall by the time they got into it. He threw the covers off and patted Bit’s butt. “Come on.”

Keaton sat up, head cocked. “Where are we going?”

“Chair. Go get the bag with the lube and meet me over there. And keep your voice down.”

Bit let out a long-suffering sigh, but did as instructed. He came back, setting the bag at Chay’s feet.

Chay motioned toward the chair. It was big and sturdy. Dark wood with a wide cloth upholstered seat and back.

Keaton raised a brow, but sat down, sprawled actually. Everything was at the end of the seat, easily accessible. And boy, that thick prick was still hard.

Chay sat on his heels between Keaton’s splayed legs as he reached for the bag. His mouth closed over Bit’s balls as his fingers found the bottle of lube.

“God yes.” Bit grabbed Chay’s face in both hands.

Jesus, he was loud.
Chay pulled back. “Shh…”

“Yeah, yeah.” Bit dismissed the protest and pulled him forward again, practically mashing his face in Keaton’s testicles.

Chay licked a line down his balls to the area behind. God he loved how Bit smelled, all nice and musky and manly. He circled Bit’s hole with his tongue.

“Oh!”

“Shh…”

He batted the hands away from his face and pushed Keaton’s legs further apart. He inhaled deeply then sat back. Ummm… Who would have ever thought that would be an arousing smell?

He got the bottle of lube open and squirted some on his fingers.

Bit was all spread out for him, balls drawn taut, pink hole beckoning. Chay pressed two slick fingers into Bit’s ass.

Bit gasped and squirmed, his prick swaying back and forth. He closed his eyes and relaxed back with a sigh.

Chay came up on his knees, grabbing that pretty cock with his free hand and holding it for his mouth. When he took the tip in, Bit bucked, moaning loud.

“Shh…” Chay pushed his fingers deep into Bit’s body, searching for that sweet spot. He used his other hand to hold and squeeze Bit’s dick while he sucked and licked.

Bit went nuts. Those soft vocal little noises accompanied the trembling in Keaton’s thighs. His eyes flew open, locking with Chay’s.

Chay steadily fucked Keaton with his fingers, hitting Bit’s gland every time he pushed in. It wasn’t long before Keaton wiggled around, trying to push Chay’s fingers deeper and trying to push his cock further into Chay’s mouth. He worked Keaton harder, taking his prick deeper. He couldn’t deep throat like Bit could, but he made up for it with his hand, pumping hard, using the saliva to his advantage. He ran his fingers over Bit’s balls on every downstroke.

Keaton tensed, his hole squeezing Chay’s finger, his cock jerking in Chay’s mouth.

Chay moved quick, wanting to be inside his mate when he came. He dropped Bit’s prick, removed his fingers and picked Keaton up all in one smooth motion. He sat in the chair and had Keaton straddling him and his cock pressing into Bit’s hot, sweet hole before Keaton could even form a protest.

Bit sank down on Chay’s cock and let out a moan. His back arched, his muscles contracted around Chay. His eyes snapped to Chay’s and he came, hard. Spunk shot everywhere, all over Chay’s belly and chest, even on his chin.

The sight of that thick throbbing cock spewing for him almost had Chay coming too.
Fuck.
He hadn’t even had to touch Bit’s dick. He gave his mate a few minutes for the aftershocks to wear off and tugged on Keaton’s hips. “Ride me,” he whispered.

Keaton’s eyes glazed over. He started moving, raising himself up and down on Chay. His prick never even softened. He dragged his fingers through the semen on Chay’s belly and brought them to Chay’s lips.

He opened his mouth and sucked those digits in, tasting salty cum.

Bit gathered more of the milky essence on his fingers and stuck them in his own mouth.

“Fuck you’re hot. Love you, Bit.”

Keaton smiled at him, a wicked gleam in his eyes, and squeezed his muscles.

Chay felt it all the way to his toes. He gasped, his legs tensing. The familiar tingling raced up his spine.

Grabbing his own dick, Bit stroked it as his muscles contracted and released around Chay’s dick.

Chay’s whole body spasmed. He came, shooting into his mate’s ass, staring into those pale sky blue eyes. He clamped a hand over his own mouth to keep from crying out.

Keaton was only seconds behind him, climaxing again, spilling himself on Chay’s stomach. He dropped forward, nuzzling Chay’s neck, and whispered, “Love you, too.”

After a few minutes, Bit got up, letting Chay’s dick slip from him. Chay was almost asleep but the action still managed to make him shiver.

The next thing he knew, Bit was wiping him down with a warm, wet rag. Then he crawled back onto Chay’s lap, snuggling in close.

When Chay woke a few minutes later to Bit snoring in his ear, he had a crick in his neck. He jostled Keaton. “Bit, wake up. We’re still in the chair, let’s go to bed.”

Keaton’s only response was a grunt.

Chay picked him up and started walking across the room. He kicked the toiletry case Bit left on the floor and tripped. “Umph.” Fortunately, he was close enough to the bed that he tossed Bit onto it in order to keep them both from getting hurt.

The floor came up fast. Chay caught himself on his hands and knees with a big thud. It smarted a little, but other than that no real damage.

A loud thump sounded on the other side of the bed followed by a barrage of muffled giggles.

Chay dipped his head to peer under the bed.

Keaton lay on the other side, on his back, hands over his face, laughing like a fiend.