With Abandon: With or Without, Book 4

broke the kiss before his conscience ruined things. “Come on, we stink.” He caught
    Matt’s hand and tugged him toward the house.
    From behind him came a loud sniff, making Aubrey chuckle. “Trust me, we do, and we aren’t getting
    into my bed smelling like wet wolves.”
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    “Technically we aren’t wet right now, but if we get in the shower…” Matt’s amused voice trailed off
    into that adorable giggle.
    Lord have mercy, Aubrey’s stomach tensed in anticipation. He quickened his pace. The sooner he got
    Matt inside, the sooner they could fuck.
    Crossing the lawn butt naked with a hard-on while holding another man’s hand was a bit nerve-
    wracking. Even knowing no one was around, Aubrey opened his senses, listening, smelling and looking
    everywhere. A pang of resentment hit him. It was a useless emotion, but he couldn’t help it. It sucked having to be so paranoid.
    As if sensing his thoughts, Matt squeezed his hand. Lord, he was something.
    Aubrey opened the back door and stepped aside for Matt to enter first. He let go of Matt’s hand and
    locked them in. When he turned back, he was rewarded with a great view.
    Matt had such a perfect ass. Hell, who was Aubrey kidding? Matt had a great everything. Aubrey
    wanted to bend him over the kitchen counter and fuck him silly. Maybe they could try that later. He shook his head to clear it of the images that brought forth. Bed first, Aubrey. Focus. He needed a shower, a bed, some lu— Son of a bitch, he didn’t have any lube here. “Go on to my bathroom and start the shower.”
    “Where’re you going?” Matt swiveled and ran his fingers down Aubrey’s arm.
    Goose bumps radiated out from the touch, and a small shiver racked his body. He closed his eyes and
    sighed. If just a touch could do this, what would it be like when they actually had sex? It was a scary thought. “I’m going to lock up the rest of the house.” He kissed Matt and patted his butt. “Go.”
    He watched Matt’s fine ass all the way out of the kitchen and headed toward the front door. It was
    already locked, so he started up the steps. He’d search Keaton’s room. His brother-in-law, Chay, was the king of lube. The last time Aubrey had stayed at their house he found the stuff stashed everywhere. Keaton had jokingly said he was going to buy stock in K-Y. After Aubrey had found a bottle on the shelf in the laundry room with the detergent, he’d thought maybe his brother was on to something.
    Bypassing his brother’s nightstand, Aubrey went right to Chay’s side of the bed. The water turned on
    down the hall, and the image of Matt wet and naked popped into Aubrey’s head. He moaned and flung the
    drawer open.
    Chay’s top nightstand drawer held two tubes and four bottles, three of them flip-top, the other one a
    pump. Rolling his eyes, Aubrey took the pump bottle. Maybe he’d buy stock in lube companies too.
    In his room, he set the borrowed lube on the nightstand and headed into the bathroom. His erection
    had dwindled during his search, but the sight that greeted him hardened him right back up. It had his pulse ringing in his ears too. The image in his head hadn’t compared to the real thing. This picture would be branded in his brain every time he stepped into the bathroom.
    Matt stood in the glass shower enclosure in the corner facing away from Aubrey. A line of bubbles
    trailed down the middle of his back to the cleft in his ass. The lean muscles in his shoulders and arms 96
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    rippled as he washed his hair. Best of all, he was humming a song. Every few notes he’d shake his butt just a little.
    Only Matt. Torn between watching the show and joining his mate, Aubrey smiled. He never wanted this to end. What if there was a way he could keep Matt? Could he be convinced to go into business instead of criminal justice and become a partner? Or maybe he could persuade Matt to go into agriculture and they could turn Reynolds Hall back into a working plantation. Matt would live here and be waiting every time Aubrey came home.
    And when you marry? What then, idiot?
    As if sensing his presence, Matt turned. The front view was even better than the back. A beatific,
    butterfly-inducing smile lit his face. He held Aubrey’s gaze and dipped his head back in the water to rinse.
    Suds ran down the middle of his chest, bisecting his stomach. They collected briefly in the black pubic hair before separating into two rivulets as they