Stripped Bare (15 page)

“Christ, Shay,” Matthew groaned. “I was trying to have a serious conversation here. You can’t say things like that and expect me to stay bloody sane.”

Shane bit the lobe of his ear, causing Matthew to take a deep breath. “Of course,” he murmured, “me screwing other men might teach me a few things I can bring home and show you.”

His words were cut off as Matthew’s face darkened. He grasped Shane’s face in his hands.

God, this man drove him crazy.

“If we are to continue this, we
are
exclusive in the sex thing,” he growled. “I’m not having anyone else put their bloody hands all over you. You’re mine. I’m not into sharing.”

Shane laughed, a deep, sexy sound that had Matthew’s groin in knots. “So we agree. I’m officially all yours.” He grinned, brushing his hand across the front of Matthew’s groin whose cock was already standing up waving and saying hello.

“Are you sure?” Matthew growled. “You’re not going to swap me for some Arab Sheikh?”

Shane kissed him more tenderly. “Yes, Matty. You have me.” His kiss grew deeper and more urgent. “And you are
having
me too. Right now.”

He moved over onto Matthew’s lap, straddling him, his backside grinding into Matthew’s groin, as Shane leaned down and took his mouth in a kiss that was full of both passion and sheer possession. Matthew felt himself harden, felt Shane’s erection pressing against his stomach. Both of them groaned, tongues twining and darting like fish in a pond.

“Hell, we have too many clothes on,” gasped Shane. “We need to get them off. I need you, Matty. I’ve been waiting all bloody day to feel you inside me.”

In one fluid movement, he pulled his shirt over his head. Matthew took in the sight of his lean torso and stomach.

Shane reached for Matthew. Matthew lifted his arms as his shirt was taken off and flung onto the floor behind the couch. Shane’s eyes darkened, his face greedy as he ran his hand over the lawyer’s shoulders, down his chest, sliding silkily across the muscles of his stomach. He leaned forward and sucked Matthew’s nipples, one then the other, taking the hard nubs between his teeth and sucking and biting them until Matthew could take no more. He was ready to explode.

“Shay, I need to feel you. Get your trousers off. Then get back here.”

Shane grinned and stood up lithely, unzipping his trousers and letting them fall to the floor. His cock jutted out, proud and swollen, inviting Matthew to lean forward, pull his hips toward him and take it in his mouth. Shane hissed, his hands digging deep into the other man’s hair as his groin curved into the fit of Matthew’s hungry mouth. Matthew took him deep, his lips tightening and sucking as his tongue swirled around the tip.

“Jesus,” Shane was gasping as his hands pushed Matthew’s head down, his hips thrusting into the other man’s mouth with an uncontrollable urgency. “Keep doing that.”

Matthew knew he had a pretty good knack at giving blow jobs. He enjoyed the taste of having another man in his mouth, of feeling him squirm and curse as he sucked the life out of him.

He raised his eyes to Shane’s as he watched his face, sheer bliss etched across his features.

In turn, Shane watched himself going in and out of Matthew’s mouth. “I am not going to last much longer if you keep doing that,” Shane’s husky whisper only served to inflame Matthew more, and he increased his efforts.

To his credit, Shane lasted a fairly long time. Finally he swore and grunted as his hands dug tighter into Matthew’s hair, pulling. Matthew felt Shane’s thigh muscles tighten and strain as he gave a loud, uncontrollable curse, jerking forward as he climaxed. The hot, acrid fluid ran down Matthew’s throat. Matthew took everything he could get and when he was done, he lifted his mouth from Shane’s spent member and stood up, unzipping his trousers and letting them fall. He sat back down on the couch, his hands already stroking himself in anticipation as he motioned to Shane, who was still standing, spent and trembling, watching him with unfocused eyes.

“I need to be inside you. Sit on my lap and let me get you ready.” He reached over to the side table where the lube and condoms were waiting. Shane straddled Matthew again, the warm feeling of his skin against his own and the smell of sex making Matthew faint with hunger. Matthew ripped open the condom and rolled it down. He poured lube into his hands and stroked his condom-covered cock, then slid his finger into Shane’s eager entrance.

The other man hissed and arched his back as Matthew fingered him, gently stretching and opening him up. Matthew knew it wouldn’t take long to get him where he wanted. But Shane had other ideas.

“Fucking enough already,” Shane grunted as he positioned himself over Matthew. “It’s time to let rip.” He grinned wolfishly as he impaled himself, hissing in pleasure as he took him deep inside. Matthew pushed upwards, his hands firmly on Shane’s hips as he pushed the man down on him, desperate to feel every inch of himself inside the other man. The two watched each other’s eyes as they moved together, Shane lifting himself then going back down, gasping every time he did so, until there was only the sound of flesh slapping flesh, grunts and sighs and the wet noise of open-mouthed kisses.

Shane’s warm skin, the sweat on his face, the look of tenderness in his eyes as he moved on top of him made Matthew’s chest swell with feeling. An amazing sense of well-being flooded his senses and made him feel whole again.

“God, you feel incredible,” Matthew panted as Shane tightened around him in practised and well-timed movements. His voice trembled as Shane spread his legs wider either side of Matthew and leaned back, forcing Matthew deeper and at a different angle, his hands gripping Matthew’s shoulders, holding on for dear life.

The sensations grew even more intense and though Shane had already come once, Matthew could see his lover coming to life once again. He reached down and grasped him, feeling Shane jerk wildly with the sensation of being touched again. “Stroke me, just like that, make me come again. You owe me one, remember?”

Matthew chuckled as his fingers moved up and down Shane’s shaft with practiced fingers, coaxing his lover on. “You’re just bloody greedy,” he grunted as his groin began to flood with heat and there was a rising sensation that said he was about to come.

His head reared back against the couch as he closed his eyes, giving way to the explosions inside him that felt like mini volcanoes erupting. He growled and thrust his hips up toward Shane, who leaned forward and kissed him with a wet, hot mouth. Matthew’s growl grew louder. He thought the top of his head might explode with the pressure.

He felt the hot release of his own fluids shooting into the condom like jets from a water cannon. His body jerked and spasmed uncontrollably.

Shane collapsed against his chest as he came too, warm splashes of fluids reaching Matthew’s stomach and chest, matting in his chest hair. The two men lay sandwiched together by semen, chests heaving as their bodies recovered from the intensity of their lovemaking.

“Now that felt good,” murmured Shane as he sat up, and Matthew twitched as his sensitive cock moved inside Shane. “Having you inside me was a very fine idea. I’m glad we both go both ways.” He kissed Matthew, his mouth sweaty and warm.

Shane shifted off Matthew. Matthew grimaced and removed the condom. He wiped his chest and stomach with tissues on hand on the table beside the couch and tossed them aside. He pulled Shane into him and they lay together for a while, Shane curled against Matthew’s shoulder like a contented puppy.

Matthew wondered what the hell was happening here. It was all moving along far too quickly, having this brash, sexy, tender and caring man lying in his arms, feeling as if he belonged there. He wasn’t ready for the feelings that overwhelmed him. This was supposed to be about sex and nothing more. It was all very disconcerting. He needed to focus on something else.

“Shay?”

“Hmmm?”

Matthew could tell the other man was almost asleep. “We need to try and see David again. I spoke to him last week and he sounded lost. We text every now and then but I’m still worried about him.”

Shane shifted and looked up at Matthew, his eyes soft. “You know that won’t be easy. He’s been told to keep away from us both, and he’s not going to disobey his dad. You know how much he controls him.”

Matthew sighed and kissed the top of Shane’s head. “I know. It’s just…we used to be such good friends.” He heard the wistfulness in his voice and knew Shane had heard it too when he reached up a hand and caressed Matthew’s cheek.

“Can I ask you something?” Shane’s voice was unsure.

Matthew looked at him carefully. “You can always ask, babe.”

“Have you and David ever been an item?”

Matthew gazed at Shane in horror. “Good God, no! Whatever made you think of that?”

Shane shrugged. “The way you talk about him. You’re very fond of him, and I just wondered.”

Matthew ran a hand through his hair in agitation. “David and I are like brothers. We’ve known each other since we were kids. I’ve never even thought of him in that way. And he’s way more into you than me. I’ll have to watch him on that score.” He frowned. “Having said that, what about you and David? You partnered him a few times. Did you ever do the horizontal or vertical mambo with him?” He felt a pang of jealousy even as he asked the question.

Shane spluttered with laughter. “God, you have a quaint way of putting things.” He leaned forward and kissed Matthew hungrily.

“Let me put it in Shane language. I have never fucked David. Other than having his come all over me, that’s as close as we ever got to bedroom action.”

Matthew grinned and leaned over to draw Shane to him. “Good. Glad to hear that. David’s my best friend, so knowing you two didn’t screw each other is a good thing.”

Matthew sighed. “I don’t feel as close to him as I used to, though. We were really tight, but now Walter has driven this wedge between us. It’s like a part of my life has ended and I don’t know how to get it back.”

“That part of your life may have ended, Matty, but this one’s just beginning.” He took Matthew’s hand and laid it on his own warm chest. Matthew swallowed at the gesture, feeling Shane’s heartbeat beneath his palm.

Something was definitely developing here, despite Matthew’s best intentions. He felt scared at the thought.

It’s all about the money

Two weeks of great sex and getting to know Shane later, Matthew was still enjoying it all. He found his relationship with Shane getting better every time the two men were together. Shane was an incredible lover—warm, funny and mischievous. And nothing seemed to faze him. He knew how to make Matthew’s world rock when he went down on his knees to take Matthew in his mouth or made love to him in a variety of positions Matthew had never even dreamt were possible. He was caring and easygoing for the most part as long as Matthew stayed away from the topic of his father.

Shane had met his part of the bargain. He’d told his escort agency, Carrington Knights, that their “Templar Knight,” as they slyly called him, was no longer available. They’d been pissed off, as he was one of the most popular they had. Matthew could believe that.

One afternoon Matthew managed to get an afternoon off and decided to surprise Shane at his flat. Armed with a bottle of wine, he drove over to Shane’s place. He knew Shane didn’t lock his door when he was working.

Matthew found the door open as usual and he snuck in quietly. He heard Shane muttering to himself in the kitchen, probably fortifying himself with strong coffee. Soft strains of what Matthew recognised as the jazz tones of Jamie Cullum floated through the room.

Matthew walked into the living area and laid the bottle of wine down on the dining room table. Bushwhacker was sitting idly on the table. The familiar page of Bradford Bank and Investments winked out at him from Bushwhacker’s glowing screen. Matthew grew curious. That was the bank that Water Debussy used for his offshore accounts.

He peered closer at the screen and lost his breath.

The page detailed the transactions for Debussy Inc in the Channel Islands. Matthew could see the whole account detail and history, detail he was very familiar with in his previous role as the Debussy family lawyer. He felt a heat rise up through his stomach to his chest as he pondered the significance of what he was seeing.

“Matthew, what are you doing here?” Shane’s wary tones echoed behind him. Matthew turned, his mind racing. Shane stood with his coffee cup cradled in his hands. He was dressed casually in cut-off jeans and a loose, white tee shirt. He was barefoot as usual and his hair was tousled and mussed.

“Surprising you, it seems.” Matthew glared at Shane’s noncommittal face. “Why are you in there on the bank account for Debussy Inc, Shane? I thought you told me you had nothing to do with that whole missing money saga. Now I come and find out you’re accessing an account that only he and I and a couple of others apparently knew about.”

Shane moved closer and put the laptop lid down. He laid his coffee cup on the table and glanced over at Matthew.

“I was checking something out.” He didn’t even try and hide what he was doing. He’d been caught red-handed and his voice was flat when he spoke. “I keep an eye on that account. You never know when David might need money. After the last incident I like to keep close to what’s going on.”

Matthew’s voice was icy when he next spoke. “
Did
you take that five million pounds from Walter’s account the day he called me about it going missing?”

Shane regarded him then nodded.

Matthew closed his eyes and counted to five. “You lied to me,” Matthew said, an iron grip seizing his chest. The sickness in his gullet grew stronger.

Shane looked at him in exasperation. “Matty, I originally took it for a reason. If Walter ever went too far or excommunicated David, at least he’d still have some money. The man deserves it after all he’s been through.”

“You bloody
lied
to me,” Matthew repeated, hearing a roaring in his ears as blood rushed and rose in anger.

Shane glared at him, his own face growing darker. “Yes, I fucking lied to you. I took the money after the fracas at the hospital. Then I learnt you knew about the account. I couldn’t let Walter hound you. I made it look like a clerical error. I didn’t want you to get into trouble or have to say you knew anything about it if I was found out. Plausible deniability and all that crap.”