Without Reservations (9 page)

“Stop that. I can see what you are thinking and it’s not true. You are a fine-looking man, Bit.” Chay walked forward and grabbed Keaton’s waist. He covered Keaton’s lips and pulled his hips against his own, jarring the protest right out of Keaton.

Instead, he moaned, opening right up and letting Chay’s tongue inside. Chay’s chest felt warm against him, firm. He flattened his palms against Chay’s pecs, feeling the accelerated heartbeat and choppy breathing. Damn, Chay knocked him off balance. If he didn’t calm down, he’d be begging the man to fuck him. He pulled back and looked up into amber wolf eyes. “Y-y-you wanted something?”

Chay’s smile was downright feral. “Is that a trick question?”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. I actually came to see if I could take a shower with you.” Chay didn’t wait for an answer. He pressed his cotton-clad erection against Keaton’s, moving his hips side to side.

That was nice.
Keaton closed his eyes and pressed back. Warm lips closed over his shoulder, followed by the sting of teeth. He loved the dominant side of Chay. The man may not have experience with the same sex, but damn he was a whirlwind in all things sexual. He certainly knew how to stimulate his partner. Keaton’s stomach muscles clenched and every hair on his body stood up as goose bumps covered him from head to toe.
Ooh. Was that a lick?
He tilted his neck to the side, giving Chay better access.

Chay nibbled up his neck, then pulled back. A finger trailed across his nose.

What the… Why did he stop?
He blinked his eyes open to find Chay studying his face, a small serene smile on his lips. “So pretty.” The finger traced the bridge of his nose again and Chay’s gaze followed it. “I love these freckles.”

Keaton shook his head. “I’m not pretty.”

“Yes, you are. My pretty Little Bit.” Chay kissed him on the nose.

He rolled his eyes.
Good lord.
“You do realize I’m not a woman, right?”

Chay chuckled. “Oh, yeah.” He grabbed Keaton’s prick. “It’s obvious.”

Keaton sucked in a breath.

“Obvious in a
big
way.” He leaned away, looking down at Keaton’s cock. He squeezed and stroked, his eyes glued to the action.

The heat and excitement radiating off Chay made his toes actually curl. “Oh.” Fuck, it was sexy to be wanted. His prick twitched in Chay’s hand.

“Mmm. You like that, Bit?” His breath feathered across Keaton’s cheek.

Keaton shivered and nodded. What was there not to like? ‘Like’ was way too mild of a word. He bucked into Chay’s hand, trying to show him how much he liked it.

Chay let go abruptly and stepped back. He grinned at Keaton and reached to untie his scrubs.

Keaton whimpered at the loss, but quickly recovered when Chay pulled them and his boxer shorts off. Keaton was actually speechless. He’d seen Chay’s dick the other night, tasted it even. But now he got a really good look. It was nice and thick, about the size of his own, but darker, redder. There was hardly any hair, just a patch over his cock. Even his legs had very little hair. And, man, were they nice legs. The man looked simply beautiful.

Chay caught his hand and tugged him toward the shower. “Come on, baby. Let’s get in the shower.” He opened the glass door and pulled Keaton in with him.

Damn, the man had a great ass, with dints in the sides, firmly muscled, rou—
What?
“Baby?”

Chay closed the door and shoved him up against the tiled wall. “Yeah, Bit,
my
baby. My
pretty
baby.”

Before Keaton could correct him or complain about the cold tiles, Chay grabbed his ass with both hands and drew him up.

Keaton clutched his shoulders.

Chay took his mouth in a starving kiss.

Keaton’s mind blanked out. He couldn’t care less about Chay calling him pretty, or little or baby. His whole body came alive. His back pressed up against the cool white tile, his front pressed against hot Chay, and the warm water poured down over them as Chay’s mouth devoured his.

Chay’s cock slid beside his as his hips rocked.

Keaton pushed back, rubbing his prick against Chay’s. His dick was so hard every little sensation was magnified. He gasped into Chay’s mouth, his dick throbbing with the pleasure.

Chay broke their kiss, blinking the water out of his eyes. “Fuck, Bit. That feels good.” He grabbed his cock and Keaton’s in one big hand. Chay stroked as he thrust his hips against Keaton’s.

Keaton gasped and held on to Chay’s neck, trying to support some of his weight. He moved his hips, helping as best he could.

Chay bit his bottom lip, his canine teeth longer than usual, as he stared into Keaton’s eyes. Chay’s eyes were amber, the irises bigger than normal. Dark strands of wet shoulder-length hair stuck to the side of his lean face and high cheekbones.

Keaton stared, awed by the sheer beauty of his face, as Chay’s eyebrows furrowed and his neck strained. Keaton’s orgasm drew so close he could barely concentrate on moving. His breath came in pants. His fingers and toes clenched, his back stiffened. His coordination sucked. He was too turned on, his thought process had taken a hike. All he knew was the need to come.

Fortunately, Chay didn’t seem to have the same problem. Chay held them together, his hips and hand moving faster. “Oh yeah, baby, that’s it. Come with me.” Chay’s back arched and he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut. Then his body tightened and heat spurted across Keaton’s cock and stomach.

The smell of semen and Chay’s plea pushed him right over the edge. His balls pulled tight and the electric feel of orgasm raced up his spine, making him rigid. “Chay!”

He came so hard it took several minutes for his mind to start working again.

Chay leaned on him, pressing him between his big body and the wall, still pumping their cocks slowly until they were both only semi-erect.

Chay chuckled against his neck, and a hand came up and caressed his cheek. After a kiss to his neck, Chay stood up straight, still holding on to him. “Can you stand?”

Keaton grinned stupidly. He knew he looked like a goober, but he couldn’t help it. Chay had zapped the energy right out of him. He would have asked if
that
was a trick question, but he wasn’t sure he remembered how to talk, hence he only nodded.

Chay let go of him long enough to grab the shower gel and the mesh sponge, then he came back, washing him.

Keaton sighed and closed his eyes, relaxing into Chay’s ministrations. He should probably protest but he didn’t feel like it. Chay could do whatever the hell he wanted to him and he didn’t care. He felt too good. Too relaxed.

He was washed and rinsed and then there were fingers in his hair massaging shampoo into his scalp. “Ahh…” That was nice.

Chay lathered his hair and kissed Keaton’s forehead.

He tilted his head up, offering his lips, puckering.

Chay chuckled again, dropped a chaste kiss against his mouth and moved him up against the tile.
Cold.

“Think you can stay right here without falling over, while I wash?”

Keaton leaned on the wall and nodded.

A pair of lips pressed against his forehead. “Pretty baby.”

He opened his eyes, looking into Chay’s. Chay’s eyes were once again brown, human. Chay smiled and raised an eyebrow.
Dickhead.

Keaton shrugged and closed his eyes again. Life was good. He just had a mind-numbing orgasm. His mate was physically attracted to him even though he was a guy. He had a new pack and a new puppy. Yup, life was good. Chay could call him whatever he wanted.

* * *

Chay idly combed through Keaton’s hair. “Keaton?”

The scalp message felt so good he was almost asleep, but Chay must have something on his mind if he was calling him Keaton instead of Bit. “Huh?” Keaton raised his head off Chay’s chest and looked at him. “What’s up?”

“How come I didn’t know you have three forms?”

Uh-oh!
Was Chay mad about it? “I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was that big a deal. It’s not like I actually use my third form.”

“Sorry? Why are you sorry?”

“You’re upset?”

“What? No, I’m not upset, just confused. I can’t believe I didn’t realize how powerful you are. You don’t exactly act like some major badass around me. Why do you play it down? Hell you play it down so damn well I didn’t even realize it.”

Keaton grinned. “I hate fighting. And I’m not a badass.”

Chay grinned and shook his head. “You’re a lover not a fighter, huh?”

Oh yeah, especially where Chay was concerned. He chuckled. “Something like that.”

“You said you were next in line for leader of your birth pack. How’d you end up being next in line anyway? Don’t you have to fight for the position?”

Keaton moved to Chay’s side, resting his head on his arm so he could see Chay’s face more easily. “I sort of did fight, in a roundabout way. When I came out, my older brother and his friends took exception to having a queer in the pack. They jumped me at a pack meeting on one of my breaks from college.”

Chay’s eyes widened. He turned to his side facing Keaton, resting his head on his arm too. “Damn. Your own brother?”

“Yeah.” It had really hurt at the time, but he’d long since written his family off.

“How old were you?”

“Sixteen.”

“How many jumped you?”

“Five, including my brother.”

“Holy shit, Keaton. You beat all of them?”

He nodded. “Yup. I took all of them down. After that…” He shrugged. “No one messed with me. The pack realized that I was stronger than my brother and sort of assumed I’d be the next pack Alpha after my dad.”

“Your brother doesn’t have three forms?”

Keaton shook his head. “My dad does though.”

“Then why did you leave? It sounds like you had it made. You obviously earned the respect of your pack.”

He’d thought so too at the time. He’d even thought his father was proud of him. “My parents thought I was rebelling when I told them I was gay. I graduated high school at fifteen and was going into my first year of college. I guess they thought I’d outgrow it. I didn’t. I made the mistake of bringing my college boyfriend home with me the spring break I was studying for my doctorate. My parents freaked. They pretty much disowned me, or would have if I’d stuck around. My father tried to throw my trust fund in my face. I wadded up the account info from the trust fund that he dangled in front of me and threw it in his face. I left my car there and My boyfriend and I used what money we had on us to get a bus back to school. I got a job when I got there and took out a student loan and that was that. I proved I didn’t need my parents or their money. The really sad part was I broke up with my boyfriend three days afterward.”

“Oh, baby.” Chay hugged him, squeezing him tight.

Damn, that was nice. The memory itself didn’t get to him anymore, but Chay’s obvious concern for his feelings did. For that he decided he wasn’t going to smack Chay for calling him baby. He buried his face in Chay’s neck, hugging him. He kissed Chay’s chin and met his gaze. “It’s all right. I’m over it.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re mine now and I’m not giving you back. It’s their loss.”

Damn.
Chay was going to go to his head if he kept talking like that. What in the world had he done to deserve this man? And how in the hell had he even considered giving him up?

A loud panicked whimpering rent the air. Then toenails clicked in a frenzied rush across the room.

Chay chuckled. “Your puppy is awake.”

“I noticed.” Keaton leaned over the edge of the bed. Pita stood on his hind legs with his front paws on the side of the mattress, hopping up and down, trying to jump onto the bed.

As soon as Pita saw him, the whimpering turned to barks.

Chay threw the covers off and got up. He grabbed a pair of boxers and headed for the door, whistling. “Come on, pest. If you are sleeping in my bed, you’re going outside first.”

The puppy stopped barking and bounced over to Chay.

Keaton couldn’t help but grin as Chay scooped Pita up, receiving puppy kisses on the chin, and left the room, laughing.
What a man.
Keaton couldn’t think of any other man who’d get up out of bed to take a puppy, that wasn’t his, outside. Of course, he didn’t know any other vets either. God, you just had to love a man who loved animals.

The two of them came back in no time. Chay set Pita on top of the covers and crawled underneath them. He pulled Keaton against his side, kissing the top of his head. “Bit?”

“Yeah?”

“Move in with me.”

He should say no. It was way too soon. Chay was going to have to explain their relationship to his family and friends if he moved in. It was a really bad idea. “Okay.”

Chay kissed his forehead again. “Thank you for not arguing.”

“I should.”

“No, you shouldn’t. When are you going to learn I know best?”

Keaton snorted. “As soon as you learn my name isn’t Bit, Baby, Pretty Baby or any of the other ridiculous things you call me.”

* * *

Chay woke up harder than a rock. Which wasn’t all that unusual. He’d had morning wood every morning he could remember since he was about fourteen. What
was
unusual was the nice warm body snuggled up against him.

Bit lay on his side facing him. He had one leg thrown over Chay’s and his arms were wrapped around one of Chay’s arms. His face was buried against Chay’s shoulder. Those pretty blond curls looked pale against Chay’s dark skin. Chay turned onto his side and ran his fingers through the soft locks.

Keaton sighed in his sleep, leaning into the touch. Damn, he was cute. His sweet little turned-up nose wrinkled slightly and his eyelashes fluttered, but he didn’t wake. Chay couldn’t remember ever waking up with such an appealing bed partner. Bit may deny it, but he
was
pretty; prettier than any woman Chay’d ever dated. He had such an angelic look about him. He wasn’t feminine exactly, but he wasn’t the poster boy for masculinity either, not that Chay’d ever tell Bit that.

He kissed the freckles on the bridge of Bit’s nose and slipped his hand down under the covers. He caressed Bit’s side and his hip then slid his hand around looking for… Oh yeah, there it was, nice and hard.