With Abandon: With or Without, Book 4

by J. L. Langley

  Aubrey stroked his fingertips over the planes of Matt’s warm stomach. A shadow seeped across the back of his hand along with the rivulets of water running down the glass. The steady rhythm of rain mingled with their breathing, adding an erotic element. Aubrey caressed lower, knowing he shouldn’t.

  The covers over Matt’s groin tented, and the scent of his arousal filled the air. His breath hitched, and his legs moved restlessly beneath the covers. For several seconds he did nothing, just watched, then a moan escaped and he clutched Aubrey’s wrist. He didn’t try to dissuade Aubrey’s progress, only held on. He stared at Aubrey’s hand, even arching toward it as it edged under the covers.

  Aubrey could swear he heard the word please, but maybe it was his wishful thinking. However, there was no mistaking the tip of Matt’s prick nudging the back of his hand. As long as Matt didn’t protest, what was the harm?

  Aubrey pushed the covers down to Matt’s knees and ran his palm over the hard length of his mate’s erection. He took it slow, giving Matt plenty of time to object. When he didn’t, Aubrey took Matt’s cock in hand, squeezing the hot flesh. It flexed in his grasp, followed by a gasp and more arching as Matt gave in to the sensation. He was sensual…hedonistic. It was amazing to watch. And Aubrey had always loved to watch.

  His mouth watered, and the urge to take Matt into his mouth was strong, but he didn’t. His body was on fire with yearning, but for now he was content to fulfill his voyeuristic streak and watch his mate bask in the pleasure.

  The dark color of his cock was such a contrast to Aubrey’s paler skin. Slowly he dragged his hand up over the hard column, and back down.

  Again, Matt gasped and lifted his hips. Matt’s eyes were closed and his mouth slightly parted. His tongue darted out and wet his lips.

  “That’s it, sugar. Gawd-almighty-damn you’re sexy.” Aubrey groaned and lay down beside him, his hand still caressing. He captured Matt’s bottom lip between his teeth then slanted his mouth over Matt’s.

  Wrapping his arms around Aubrey, Matt kissed him back. Just like the previous times, he became a wild thing, writhing and bucking, making his dick slide through Aubrey’s fingers faster. His tongue delved between Aubrey’s lips as a lusty sound escaped.

  Aubrey’s own body tensed on the edge of restraint, begging for satisfaction, but he ignored it in favor of pleasing his mate. There was no way they were going to keep from fucking much longer. Together their self-control flew out the window. It was a natural mating instinct and fighting it was futile. Surely Matt realized that. Who would’ve thought being with one’s mate would feel like this…so powerful.

  Matt pulled Aubrey until their chests touched and continued to feast at his mouth. It was amazing, but Aubrey had to see this gorgeous creature find his release. Breaking their kiss, he propped himself on his elbow and watched Matt’s cock slide back and forth in his hand. Matt twisted his upper body and followed, keeping his arms tangled around Aubrey, reluctant to let go.

  “Come for me, sugar.” Precome oozed out the slit, and the reflection of the rain rippled over Matt’s thrusting body. Groaning, Aubrey stroked faster, feeling his own balls pull tighter, aching. “Darlin’, you’re beautiful.”

  A whimper left Matt’s lips, and his breath grew even harsher. He clung to Aubrey’s neck, panting in his ear, and within seconds Matt’s body stiffened and his butt lifted off the mattress. Come spurted onto his stomach and Aubrey’s hand. It was breathtakingly stunning and naughty all at once. It made Aubrey want much more. He wanted to watch Matt thrash and beg as he fingered his ass, or licked his balls, or… Aubrey moaned. Oh man, the things he wanted to do to Matt…

  Releasing the spent prick, Aubrey came to his knees, ripping at his slacks. The rending of fabric sounded loud amidst their panting and the rain, but he didn’t care. He was ready to explode at any moment. Matt reached for him, but he batted his mate’s hand away. If Matt so much as breathed on him he’d come. When he finally got his cock out, it was nirvana. His hand felt good, warm and slick with Matt’s spunk.

  “Oh, damn.” Just the thought of using his mate’s come as he jerked off had his cock throbbing even more. He squeezed and tugged, racing toward his orgasm, never taking his eyes off Matt’s splattered stomach and his flagging erection. Moaning, he watched Matt watching him.

  The lust-filled haze of Matt’s expression was as arousing as his spent cock and the streams of semen on his abdomen. Aubrey arched his hips into his hand. The sudden urge to mark his mate washed over him. Imagining his seed decorating that tanned skin was enough to send him over the edge. The overwhelming pleasure raced up his spine. His ass cheeks squeezed together, and he came with a drawn-out groan. The first spurt hit Matt’s hip. The second doused his prick. He leaned closer, making sure to mark his mate’s balls as well. Their scents mingled together, creating a new, more enticing smell.

  Matt gasped and squirmed closer. He actually lifted up until his balls touched the head of Aubrey’s dick.

  Matt would catch the significance of Aubrey coming on him, but at the moment he didn’t care. He’d deal with that later. He’d done it, and he couldn’t take it back now.

  Flopping down on the bed next to Matt, he shucked his boxers and pants. He tugged his shirt off and mopped the cooling semen from Matt before tossing it on the floor. “I think we broke your no-sex rule.”

  Pulling him close, Matt nodded. “Wait. Does that count as sex? I didn’t actually do anything.” The amusement in his voice said he knew it did. His leg and an arm slid over Aubrey, and his head nestled against Aubrey’s shoulder.

  Smiling, Aubrey wrapped his arms around the slim body and dragged the covers up over them. “If I say no, can we do it again?”

  Matt’s only answer was a giggle.

  Aubrey’s heart swelled. That giggle was going to be the death of him.

  Chapter Eight

  Today was a good day. Matt turned from his lunch and the cement picnic table to pack his English lit book away in his backpack. The sun was shining, he’d aced his first math exam, and he’d gotten off the phone with his brother thirty minutes ago. Best of all, his mate had claimed him, in a roundabout way. Oh boy, had he claimed him. The intensity of last night hadn’t surprised Matt. It was why he’d wanted to wait to get to know one another, but he didn’t regret what they’d done. If given the chance he’d do it again, especially now that Aubrey had marked him.

  “What’s that smile for?” Jordan murmured around a bite of pizza.

  Abandoning his backpack for a moment, Matt sat up. He’d almost forgotten that he’d gone to lunch with Jordan. “We’re going to Reynolds Hall today. I guess my wolf side is just anxious for some fun. I’m ready to hunt. It’s been awhile.” Which was true, if not the whole truth. The pull of the full moon energized him. And he couldn’t wait to see the plantation and meet Aubrey’s parents and pack. He was also going to get to hunt with Aubrey.

  Jordan nodded and picked up his Coke can. “I can relate. I’m feeling a bit restless myself. Nothing like a good run, is there? Is that why you’re skipping out early?”

  “Yep. It’s about a four-hour drive.” He took a bite of his pizza and adjusted his sunglasses. Too bad he couldn’t ride the Ducati to Savannah. “I’m supposed to pick Aubrey up at work and we’re heading out.” Aubrey had gotten Matt to drive the Lincoln and drop him off at work this morning. He’d shown Matt what buttons to push to give him directions to Aubrey’s office. Matt got a warm glow thinking about how Aubrey had put his reading glasses on to fiddle with the navigation screen. Who would’ve thought that glasses were sexy?

  “You’ve got that dazed look again.”

  Matt chuckled. “Just thinking about the car. There are a lot of cool features. It will give you gas prices, the weather report and even help you pick a restaurant.”

  Jordan swigged his Coke and laughed. “You’re a technology whore.”

  There was no denying that. “You should see my color identifier.” Matt grinned, remembering how much fun he and A
ubrey had had with it the night before. Oompa-Loompa. Matt giggled.

  “Your what?” Smiling, Jordan raised his eyebrows.

  “It’s a little—”

  Matt’s phone chimed, indicating he had a text. He dug into his pocket for his iPhone, eager to see the message. It was either Aubrey or Logan. Matt was happy to chat with either. It was probably Logan. He’d been concerned about Matt having to hide his and Aubrey’s relationship, but he’d understood.

  In his hurry to extract his phone, Matt didn’t get a good grip on it. As he pulled it free of his pocket, the phone flew right out of his hand. It hit the picnic table, skidded across it, flew onto the bench seat on the opposite side of the table and landed on the ground about a yard behind Jordan. “Oh crap.” To himself he mumbled, “Please don’t be broken,” hoping his phone listened.

  Jordan’s eyes got huge. He bit his lip to keep from laughing. Matt didn’t blame him. It was funny and an everyday occurrence with Matt—well not the phone, but other random acts of clumsiness. No doubt if Jordan stuck around he’d get as accustomed to Matt’s butterfingers as everyone else.

  “I got it.” Jordan set his piece of pizza on his plate and got up to get the phone. He bent and picked up Matt’s cell, hesitating just a moment before bringing it back. “It landed on the bottom. I don’t think it’s broke.” Handing Matt his phone, he climbed over the seat and sat down.

  Oh damn. He’d probably broken it. Whenever a text came through the screen lit up and showed the text for several seconds before going black again. It should still be on, but it wasn’t. Matt took the phone. “Thanks.”

  “Is it okay?”

  Matt pushed the button and the screen lit up. No scratches or anything. It appeared okay. “I think so.” He read the text. It was from Logan.

  ok, he’s your mate, u live together, y n hell havent u fucked him yet? whats wrong with u?

  Uh-oh. Had Jordan seen this? Nah, the trip across the table and the phone’s subsequent landing on the ground had turned the screen off. Too bad he couldn’t just tell Jordan too. Something told him Jordan would understand his frustration over having to hide his mating. Maybe he should tell Logan to be careful about what he texted next time anyway, just to be safe.

  “What?” Jordan asked. “You’re frowning.”

  “I am?” Matt glanced up. “Sorry. It’s nothing. Nothing I can talk about anyway. No big deal.”

  Nodding, Jordan smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I understand.” He went back to his meal.

  Somehow he imagined that Jordan did. But he’d gotten to tell Logan and that made him feel good. Of course, now he also had to deal with Logan knowing. He didn’t know whether to be pleased or lecture his brother on morals. Logan had only found out and already he was working on getting Matt laid.

  Matt typed, What r u? my pimp? Not everyone is a sex addict. Seek help. He stuffed the phone back in his pocket and looked up to find Jordan watching him with an odd expression on his face. “What?”

  Jordan raised a brow. “You gonna be okay to drive? The pull of the moon getting to you?”

  What? “Oh, you mean the phone flinging. Nah. I’m good. My middle name is klutz. And speaking of the moon, I should hit the road. Thanks again for lunch. I’m buying Monday.” He picked up his backpack and shrugged it onto his shoulder.

  Jordan stood up as Matt did. He held out his hand, and Matt slapped it and did the little clasp thing. He’d never had a friend he could do that with. Jordan smacked him on the shoulder. “You’re on. Take it easy, man. Have a good hunt.”

  “You too.” Matt picked up his trash and deposited it in the can at the edge of the courtyard on his way to the parking lot. How many strange looks would he get if he jumped up and clicked his heels together or maybe even whistled? Only he couldn’t whistle. Or more specifically, he couldn’t whistle the correct way. He sucked air in instead of blowing it out and, well, that had led to tons of jokes among his brothers. The fact that he was gay did not help lessen the teasing. Matt grinned. He had a great family.

  His good mood lasted all the way to the car, where a case of nerves bombarded him. What if Aubrey’s family hated him? What if the pack didn’t like him? Would anyone be able to tell that he and Aubrey were mates? Matt sniffed himself as he started the car. He didn’t smell any different.

  “Sync has connected to your phone and is reminding you that 911 assist is set to on.”

  “Holy cow.” Matt slapped his hand to his chest and chuckled. He’d forgotten all about the car talking. He scanned though the satellite stations and finally settled on the country one that Aubrey liked. Putting his seat belt on, he opened the moon roof and backed out. He set the navigation to Aubrey’s office and away he went.

  By the time he got to the Atlanta Buchanan he was giddy about seeing his mate.

  He pulled under the awning, past the valet parking attendant and texted Aubrey to let him know he was here. When Aubrey appeared, Matt jumped out of the car and ran around to the passenger side. It was all he could do to just wave and say hello.

  Aubrey had already changed out of his suit and was in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. A tight black T-shirt that showed off the chiseled pecs and abs Matt had gotten to play with last night. He was absolutely drool-worthy, and Matt was beginning to think Logan was on to something with the whole sex thing. “Hey.”

  “Hey.” Aubrey pushed the sunglasses on top of his head down over his eyes. “I take it this means I’m driving?” He popped the trunk and put his laptop bag and work clothes away.

  “Yep. I’m going to play with the car.”

  Aubrey headed around to the driver’s side. “Why doesn’t that surprise me? How late were you getting to class?”

  “Only a few minutes.”

  Aubrey waved to someone before he slid into his seat. “I knew you’d be tinkering with the computer.” He chuckled.

  The sound went right to Matt’s groin. Good grief, his mate was sexy. “Only a little.”

  After he shut his door, Aubrey rolled down Matt’s window and gazed over the top of his sunglasses at someone. “See you Monday.” He pointed his finger. “Stay out of trouble.”

  Matt turned and noticed Carson, also in casual clothes, headed toward them. Matt’s stomach plummeted to his feet, and an icy chill went down his spine. Aubrey had said Carson worked in Macon and they rarely saw one another.

  Carson walked over to the car and leaned down, placing his forearms on Matt’s door. “Me? Get in trouble?” He smirked at Aubrey, clearly flirting. “Would I do that?” He batted his lashes. Looking Matt up and down, he said, “Hi, Matt.”

  “Hi.” Matt’s throat was suddenly dry. Why had Carson’s voice gotten husky?

  “If you ever get tired of this bozo, give me a call.” Carson winked.

  Matt barely suppressed a gasp. Carson was coming on to him?

  Aubrey growled.

  “What?” Carson feigned innocence.

  Aubrey glared.

  It was like watching a tennis match, looking back and forth between them.

  “I was only playing.” Carson scoffed and lowered his voice to a whisper. “And you have to admit Matt and I would look pretty together.” He grinned at Matt. The mischief in his eyes helped put Matt at ease a little. Maybe he was just playing with Aubrey. It didn’t explain why he was here working with Aubrey though. “Think about it. I know you like to watch.”

  This time Matt was unsuccessful at squelching his gasp. Aubrey liked to watch? Had Aubrey watched someone with Carson before? The butterflies in Matt’s stomach ramped up a notch. Would Aubrey expect him to be with other people? Could he even hold Aubrey’s interest with his measly lack of experience?

  “Carson…” Aubrey warned.

  Carson chuckled. “Oh come on, where is your sense of humor?” He sobered and tapped Matt on the shoulder. “Sorry.”

  Matt nodded, not sure what else to do. What was proper etiquette when being teased by an ex-lover of one’s mate? At least Matt hoped they
were ex-lovers.

  Carson said goodbye, and Aubrey pulled out of the hotel parking lot and rested his hand on Matt’s thigh. “Just ignore him.”

  The weight of Aubrey’s hand reminded Matt of last night, but he didn’t let it distract him. “I thought he worked in Macon?”

  “He did. I hired him to be my executive assistant to get him away from the mess he got himself into. Boskie is giving him problems.”

  “Oh.” Matt didn’t know how he felt about that. He shouldn’t be jealous, but— “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  Aubrey caressed his thigh. “I just did.”

  Home, finally. The sense of relief and pride eased over Aubrey like a warm blanket. He’d known Matt wasn’t happy with him hiring Carson as his EA, but he didn’t know what to do about it. He wasn’t going to let Matt dictate his decisions. The sooner Matt understood how things were going to be, the better off they’d both be.

  “Whoa.”

  Matt’s admiration filled Aubrey with pride. Being here always brought forth a myriad of feelings. It pounded in the responsibility of caring for the mansion and its history, but more than that it soothed something deep inside him.

  He glanced over at his mate as he drove through the iron gates. It weighed upon him too, because as much as he wished otherwise, Matt could not be the mansion’s chatelain.

  “Whoa,” Matt repeated. “It’s amazing.” His voice took on the same timbre one used in a church or museum.

  Pulling himself out of his musings, Aubrey nodded. He promised himself he wasn’t going to dwell on what couldn’t be. Instead he’d share with Matt what he could. “It is. It makes me feel insignificant and like king of the castle all at the same time.” The stately mansion had been here for almost two hundred and fifty years and would likely be here many more centuries after Aubrey was dead and buried.

  As they drove up the oak-lined dirt drive, the house loomed in front of them with its big white columns.

  The look on Matt’s face was priceless. His gaze darted everywhere, his eyes wide with wonder. “Is everything original?”