Without Reservations (7 page)

Keaton whimpered again and slid his arms around Chay’s neck.

Chay groaned. Fuck, he was so hard. His cock strained against his jeans, making him uncomfortable as hell. Before sealing their lips together, Chay nipped Bit’s bottom lip. This time the kiss was sensual, meant to explore and savor, not punish. He traced every inch of Bit’s mouth, before seeking out his tongue. He took and Keaton gave. It was sweet and arousing.

Chay smelled tears again and pulled back, looking down at Bit. Bit’s eyes brimmed with tears. Chay blinked, realizing everything appeared black and white, his eyes had changed.

“You don’t want me.” Bit shook his head. “And I don’t want you. Go home, Chay.” Bit tried to push away, but his words lacked heat.

Damn, the man was stubborn. His body and heart said one thing and his mind said another. He was too analytical for his own good.

Chay smiled. Bit was perfect. Abso-fucking-lutely perfect. Stubborn, beautiful, funny, smart…he embodied everything Chay had ever wanted. “If you don’t want me, why are you so fucking hard?” Chay grabbed the harder-than-nails prick through Keaton’s jeans, proving his point. He wasn’t sure who moaned louder. Keaton
was
hard and, oh damn, Little Bit wasn’t small there. Chay squeezed, then started rubbing.

Bit’s eyes closed and he pushed into the caress. “Because of your stupid pheromones. I hate your pheromones.”

Chay chuckled and leaned into the younger man, pressing his small body up against the door. “My pheromones hate you too.” He nuzzled Bit’s neck, nipping and licking.

Bit nuzzled back, and there was that sweet little whine again. Letting go of Keaton’s cock, he fumbled with Bit’s pants. He had to feel that hard, hot prick with no barrier. He got the jeans unfastened and pushed them down past Bit’s hips.

Keaton gasped, pulling back and blinking up at Chay.

He pulled back too, looking down at the thick cock he’d revealed. He moaned, unable to help it. Keaton was every bit as big as he was, and Chay wasn’t a small man by anyone’s standards. He couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not. It was very aesthetically pleasing though. He’d never considered dicks pretty, but Bit’s was. Long, thick, an enticing reddish tint to it and curving toward his belly just slightly. His pubes were the same beautiful platinum color as on his head.

Chay wrapped his hand around the pretty prick, sliding it up and back down, lightly, before gripping it more firmly. His own cock jerked inside his too-tight jeans. He’d done this before, to his college roommate, but it hadn’t been this exciting.

Bit’s cock throbbed in his hand, already leaking precome.

Knowing Bit was this hard all because of him was a powerful aphrodisiac. Hell, Keaton himself was a freaking turn on. Everything about the man called to Chay. Keaton made him want things he’d never wanted to admit, even to himself.

Bit squirmed, his eyes wide, the whites swallowed up by blue, his wolf eyes. “Chay?”

Chay kept stroking. Slow and easy at first, then faster as Bit’s hips surged forward, fucking his hand. He captured Keaton’s mouth, his tongue pushing deep, plunging in and out to the rhythm his hand set. His teeth stung his gums as his canines lengthened. He needed relief bad, but he wasn’t going to let go of Bit long enough to get it. He had Keaton right where he wanted him, squirming, panting and moaning. It was the sexiest thing Chay had ever witnessed. He couldn’t remember being this hot for anyone else…ever. He’d never lost control of his wolf side with anyone but Bit. No woman had ever made his teeth and eyes change. He pressed himself to Keaton’s side, grinding his cock against Keaton’s hip as he continued to pump Bit’s dick.

Bit was getting close. His movements were erratic, his heart had sped up and his moans grew louder. Finally, Bit pulled back. His eyes locked to Chay’s. His back arched against the door and a guttural groan ripped from his chest as he came.

The sharp scent of semen filled the air as Bit spurted on Chay’s hand and wrist. Bit slid down the door, sitting, panting.

Chay bit his bottom lip, his balls drawing impossibly tight at the sight of Keaton sprawled at his feet, jeans open, prick hanging out, drops of cum still clinging to it…to his jeans and the bottom of his shirt as well.
Fuck, the man is sexy.
Chay rested his head against the door. He was too close and he did not want to drive home in squishy pants. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, concentrating on the cool door beneath his head.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, but a rustling sounded below him and then Bit’s fingers started working the fastenings on his pants. “Bit, what—”

Keaton tugged his pants and boxers to his knees in one motion. Then his cock was engulfed in moist heat. “Oh shit.”

Bit grabbed his ass, encouraging him to move. Bit slipped half of him into his mouth, and pulled back before taking more in. It felt damned good. This was going to be the shortest blowjob in history.

He looked down to find that angelic face turned up toward him, the smooth cheeks hollowed out as Bit sucked. Those big sky blue eyes held his. Then Bit did the most amazing thing, he took every inch of Chay’s dick into his mouth and swallowed. The sight of that pretty little freckled nose buried in the dark curls above his cock was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Chay lost it. His balls squeezed tight, his prick jerked in Bit’s mouth and he came and came and came. “Keeeeaton!”

Bit swallowed every drop and bless him, he didn’t release Chay’s cock until it became limp. Chay decided then and there the man was a fucking God.

He slithered to the floor and ended up lying in a sprawl next to Bit. He pulled him into his arms, holding him tight, and kissed the back of his neck.

“I guess this means you aren’t leaving?” Bit snuggled in, getting cozy.

“Nope. You better get used to me in your life. I’m here to stay.”

“It’s not going to be easy. You are probably going to end up hating me.”

“Nothing worth having is ever easy.” Chay kissed the back of his mate’s neck again and squeezed him. “I could
never
hate you, Bit. My pheromones, on the other hand, can’t stand your ass.”

Chapter Six

Keaton finally gave in to the insistent tugging on his pant leg and closed his book. Chay would be here soon anyway. He pushed his glasses back up his nose and scooted away from the table to look down at the newest gift. He smiled at the big gold eyes peering up at him. Chay had dropped off the little Golden Retriever puppy yesterday after he got off work.

After their episode—as Chay called it—Chay had started bringing him presents. Keaton had told him to stop, but as usual Chay didn’t listen. The first day he brought a book on Apache history and culture. The next day it was a book on Sioux history and culture. Last night Chay gave him a puppy. Keaton had in turn taken to getting things for Chay. He’d bought him the new mystery book in a series he had read and a new lab coat, because his was, well it was just yuck, stained with God only knew what.

The night of their “episode”, he had reluctantly agreed to forget the possibility of their relationship not working. In turn, Chay had declared it a done deal, they were a couple. So now Chay was back to wooing—which was silly considering the man himself said this wasn’t a trial relationship, but the real thing—and he in turn was wooing Chay. Chay thought it would help them get to know each other and make Keaton less “skittish”. It was almost like a real beginning of a relationship, like actual dating, only they knew the outcome already, or he hoped he did anyway.

Keaton still had his doubts, but he was dealing with them. He truly loved being around Chay and he really, really liked him. Okay, maybe it was more than like. Which bothered him, because Chay could easily become everything to him. Hell, he was halfway there already, but Keaton was trying not to dwell on it. He was following Chay’s example and going with it. He didn’t doubt Chay’s sincerity so much as he doubted outside factors. One thing he’d learned, Chay was honest to a fault, even when it came to telling him his shoes were ugly—which he did the other day—if the man said he was sticking around, well, Keaton was pretty sure he meant it.

The puppy gave another sharp tug just as the knock came at the door. “It’s open, Chay.”

The door opened and Chay’s dark head popped in, looking around. Trying to find the puppy, Keaton presumed.

“He’s over here.” He pointed at the dog tugging on his jeans.

Chay grinned and stepped through the doorway. “Hi, Bit.”

The puppy let go of Keaton’s pants and bounced across the floor to Chay, immediately grabbing the leg of his scrub pants, growling and shaking his head like a possessed demon.

Chay laughed and made his way, with great difficulty—due to the tugging, growling pest at his feet—to Keaton. “Does he have a name yet?” He gave Keaton a quick peck on the lips.

Keaton smiled and kissed back. It still amazed him that Chay felt comfortable with him. Most men would be having a major identity crisis in the same situation, but not Chay. Chay was happy as a pig in shit. The man seemed so comfortable in his own skin it was almost disgusting. “Pita.”

Chay blinked. “Peta, as in the ‘people for the ethnical treatment of animals’?”

“Nope. Pita, as in ‘pain in the ass’.”

Chay chuckled and peeked down at Pita, shaking his leg a little, playing tug-of-war. “It fits.” Chay pulled out a chair and sat down. “Did he keep you up all night?”

“He would have, but I got smart and put him in bed with me.”

“You’re brave. He didn’t pee in the bed?”

“Nah, we had a nice long talk about what happens to puppies who
go
in the house.”

Chay smiled and ducked his head under the table. The growling had stopped. Was that the smell of…? “Are you sure he speaks English? ‘Cause he just
went
in the house.”

“Oh damn.” He’d been taking Pita out every hour. Keaton looked at the clock. Shit, he’d gotten wrapped up in reading the Apache book Chay had given him and he’d forgotten to take the pest outside. He glanced down at Pita and pointed. “Bad dog.” He grabbed the pup by the scruff of his neck, showed him the puddle, swatted his behind and took him outside.

Pita had done all his business inside, because once Keaton set him down outside the little pest took off pouncing after a grasshopper. Keaton shook his head.

He smelled Chay before he heard the door close. Two hands landed on his shoulders and began kneading. “I cleaned up the puddle.”

“Thank you.”

“Welcome. We have to go meet with John, my pack leader, in about an hour.” Chay bent and kissed the back of his neck, nipping before he straightened.

That was nice
. Keaton shivered at the sensation. And damn if his cock didn’t stand straight up. Well not straight up, it was sort of to the side. He had the urge to reach down and adjust. He shifted a little, wiggling side to side. It didn’t help.

Chay chuckled. “What are you doing?” He placed another kiss on Keaton’s neck.

“Cut that out.”

“Why?” Chay breathed the words across the bare skin above his shirt collar.

Not fair.
Keaton shivered again. “You’re giving me a boner.”

Chay squeezed his shoulders, his thumbs digging in. “Is that a bad thing?”

Oh, really, really not fair.
He dropped his head forward, relaxing into the massage. “It is when we have an appointment to keep.”

“I haven’t touched you since the other night.”

Was that a pout? Keaton’s cock twitched. Damn, Chay was something else. The man sounded disappointed. He smiled remembering “the other night”. “Since the ‘episode’?”

“Exactly. And stop laughing at my terminology.” Chay’s fingers dug in harder, reprimanding.

“I’m not.” He tilted his head side to side, then glanced up to check on Pita.

“Yes, you are. I can hear it in your voice.” He kissed the side of Keaton’s neck. “I’d called it a temper tantrum, but you seem to object to that.”

He snorted. “I wasn’t throwing a temper tantrum.”

“Whatever you say, Bit.”

He turned to face Chay, chuckling, making his glasses slide down. “That’s right, don’t forget that. Whatever I say goes, and we’ll get along great.”

Chay smiled, his eyes twinkling. He pushed Keaton’s glasses back up his nose, before settling his hands on Keaton’s hips. “You look sexy in glasses.”

“I look like the nerd that I am.”

“No, you look smart. It’s hot.” He ran the backs of his fingers down Keaton’s cheek. “You only need them for reading?”

“Uh-huh. I’m farsighted.” Keaton leaned into the touch.

Chay caressed his neck, staring at Keaton’s lips. “No problems seeing in wolf form?”

Keaton shook his head. Damn, the smell of arousal poured off Chay. He knew if he looked down, Chay would be every bit as hard as he was. It made his head swim. He loved how Chay always touched him.

What had Chay asked? Oh yeah. “No, Dr. Winston, I have perfect vision in wolf form.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. Canine eyes and human eyes are different.” Chay’s head dipped toward his, those brown eyes still zeroed in on his lips.

Keaton raised up on tiptoe, waiting for those sensual lips. A car horn honked, jerking him out of his daze. They were outside. Geez. This man made him lose his head. Chay may not care what people thought of him, but Keaton did. He did not want Chay to end up being an outcast. He stepped back.

Chay blinked and met his gaze. “Spend the weekend at my house.”

Whoa.
He should refuse, he knew he should, but he didn’t want to. He bit his bottom lip.

“You want to. I can see it in your eyes. Geez, Bit, you’re as hard as I am, I can see it, smell it. Just agree.” He dragged his thumb over Keaton’s bottom lip, freeing it from his teeth.

Chay swore he knew what he was getting into. “I want to. But…”

“But what? You’re not still caught up in the whole gay/not gay thing, are you?”

Not so much, but he feared Chay being ostracized for loving him. Okay, in the back of his mind there was the fear that Chay would wake up one day and decide he didn’t want him anymore. “I dated this guy in college. He was straight, well he claimed to be anyway. He said it was just me, something about me.” He shrugged. “I don’t know. He was a wolf too. Even though I didn’t feel anything, I tried to convince myself he was my mate and that’s why he was so drawn to me. After meeting you, I know it was a line of crap. When his friends found out he was seeing me, he tried to deny I was his boyfriend. I found out later that he’d never even broken up with his girlfriend. I was some sort of experiment or some sort of sexual exploration for him. I got tired of it.”