With Abandon: With or Without, Book 4

his shirt. A small patch of blond hair poked out of the dress

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    shirt. Matt had yet to see his mate shirtless and he wanted to. Aubrey’s muscle tone was obvious by his wide shoulders, but knowing and seeing were two different things.
    “For me?” Matt licked his lips and shook his head. His throat was suddenly dry.
    “Oh damn, sugar.” Aubrey groaned and caught the back of Matt’s neck, dragging him close. He
    slanted his mouth over Matt’s and swept his tongue between Matt’s lips.
    The kiss mirrored the storm blowing outside, the intensity fierce. Matt’s cock hardened and his teeth
    lengthened. The desire flared into a burning need.
    With little urging, Matt straddled Aubrey’s lap. He wrapped his arms around his mate’s shoulders,
    throwing himself into the kiss. His cock ached for attention, and his heart pounded. His body had a mind of its own. The arousal consumed him, and he yearned to ease it.
    The intense longing frightened him as much as it made him ache. With one last swipe of his tongue,
    Matt pulled back, panting.
    Aubrey moaned, still holding Matt’s face. His breath painted across Matt’s chin. They stayed
    motionless, only their chests heaving in and out. The way Aubrey held his face so tenderly, comforted as much as it inflamed. Matt could almost let himself believe this was special and that Aubrey cherished him.
    A loud crack of thunder rattled the windows.
    They both started, and Aubrey chuckled.
    Finally, Matt opened his eyes. A drop of dark liquid welled on Aubrey’s bottom lip where his fangs
    peeked out.
    Aubrey blinked, and his eyes shrank back to normal.
    Matt’s own eyes had changed and the lust still pulsed through him, demanding to be assuaged. Shame
    at having been so weak as to give in to his instincts gnawed at him. He swiped his thumb across Aubrey’s mouth, wiping away the blood. “Sorry.”
    “It’s all right.” A smirk curved Aubrey’s lips. “But you have got to stop attacking me like that.”
    “Me?” Matt chuckled and began to relax. The playful tone of Aubrey’s voice worked wonders on
    Matt’s discomfort. He crawled off his mate’s lap, determined to ignore the throbbing ache in his groin and in his chest.
    “Yeah. I’ll give you what I bought you anyway. No need for payment,” Aubrey teased. Reaching into
    the cardboard box, he pulled out a little black plastic thing.
    “What is it?”
    Aubrey pointed it at Matt’s shirt and pushed a button.
    “Lavender,” the thing announced.
    “Oh wow. How cool. It tells colors?” Wait. Matt frowned. He had on a light blue shirt. He groaned and slapped a hand to his forehead. “My shirt is lavender?”
    Aubrey’s eyes twinkled with mirth, and he nodded.
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    “Gee, I can’t wait to see what color my pants are.” Matt snatched the color detector out of Aubrey’s
    hand.
    Aubrey laughed and flopped backward on the floor.
    “It’s not funny.” Matt put the identifier to his pants.
    “Khaki,” the synthesized voice said.
    “Well, that’s a relief. Does lavender go with khaki?”
    Wiping tears from his eyes, Aubrey nodded. The fiend was still laughing.
    Matt couldn’t help it, he started giggling himself. How cool was this? And how cool was it that
    Aubrey bought it for him. A warm happy feeling trickled through him, and he held the box up to his arm.
    “Pale orange.”
    “Pale orange?” Smiling, Matt shook his head. This was fun.
    “Oompa-Loompa doompadee doo…” Aubrey started chortling so hard he snorted.
    “Knock it off, shorty. If anyone is an Oompa-Loompa it’s you.” Matt pressed the color indicator to
    Aubrey’s ankle where his slacks had ridden up past his definitely black socks.
    “Beige.”
    Snickering, Matt nudged his mate’s leg with his foot. “Oh good, you’ll go nice with the drapes.”
    Aubrey laughed, but no sound came out. “How—do—you—know—?” He was liable to have a
    seizure if he kept it up.
    How would he know indeed? Matt groaned and joined in the laughter.
    Aubrey’s face darkened.
    If Matt thought he or Aubrey could survive it, he’d have tested their hair color.
    It took several minutes, but finally they both stopped laughing. Matt was winded and worn out.
    “Thank you. This is way cool.”
    “You’re welcome…” Aubrey sat up and kissed Matt on the lips. “Oompa-Loompa.”

    Aubrey’s prick was so hard he was beginning to think it was frozen that way.