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mate and started fucking him slowly.
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    After about the third thrust, those brown eyes widened and Chay came unglued. “Fuck yes.”
    Keaton was actually shaking with the effort not to come. He untangled Chay’s hand from the sheet and led it to his hard cock.
    Chay grabbed it, his eyes never leaving Keaton’s, and pumped.
    Keaton picked up his pace, matching Chay’s hand. The whole time they stared into the other’s eyes. They were both sweating. Chay whispered encouragement to him, it was gibberish but it only added to his arousal. His fingers dug into Chay’s hips and he slammed into him harder. “Chay, hurry.”
    Chay nodded, still working his cock. “Yeah, yeah, Bit, now.”
    Keaton came. Just let go. It was almost painful to hold back, so he went with it, filling his mate up. Lightning arced up his spine, pulling a hoarse yell from his throat.
    Chay came seconds later, his eyes wide, still watching Keaton. Spunk sprayed over his hand, on his chest, even on Keaton’s stomach.
    Keaton’s whole body protested. His muscles yelled, “fuck it” and collapsed in on him. His cheek landed on Chay’s chest with a thud. It was probably the most ungraceful, unromantic thing he’d ever done. He giggled.
    Chay chuckled. “Muscles give out?”
    “Yep. That was…wow. Why didn’t anyone tell me that felt like that?”
    Chay wrapped his arms and legs around Keaton and squeezed. “I did one better. I showed you.”
    “I love you, Chay.”
    “Love you too, Little Bit.”
    Finally managing to get his body to cooperate, Keaton pulled his slowly dwindling erection out of his mate and rolled to Chay’s side. Or rather tried to. Chay stopped him, settling Keaton on his chest, holding him close. He pushed up, his cock still hard against Keaton’s belly.
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    Good lord how could Chay still be hard? More to the point why was Chay still awake? Why was he ?
    Fingernails scraped up his spine, almost tickling. “Psst…Bit, I didn’t lose my erection.”
    Keaton half-chuckled, half-groaned, hoping like hell Chay didn’t expect him to do anything about it, then fell into a peaceful sleep, right on top of his mate.

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    Chay flopped down on the couch watching Bit, who paced back and forth in front of the coffee table, dialing the portable phone. He and Keaton had decided upon waking that Bit should call his parents. If for no other reason then to see if they were home and get an idea on their location if they weren’t. Bit acted like it wasn’t a big deal, but Chay knew it was. He could sense the tension even though Bit tried hard to hide it.
    Jake must have sensed it too, because he went after donuts, coffee and a change of clothes. He didn’t want to leave Remi—or Keaton for that matter—for too long. The man took his job seriously, and last night he decided that his job description entailed twenty-four-hour surveillance. It irked Chay a little that Jake thought he needed help protecting his mate, but he wasn’t about to turn down the offer. He was a lot of things, but he wasn’t stupid. In his opinion it was better to err on the side of overprotective when it came to his mate’s safety. He even insisted on paying Jake for the extra time.
    Bit stopped pacing right next to him. “Martha? This is Keaton.”
    A high-pitched squealing sound came over the phone, making Bit wince and jerk the phone from his ear.
    Chay grabbed Bit’s hand and pulled him between his legs.
    The squeal dissolved into feminine babbling.
    “Yes, it’s really me. I’m fine.” Bit got a goofy grin on his face.
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    Tugging Bit around to face him, Chay enticed him on to his lap.
    “I’ve missed you too, Martha.”
    Chay gripped a handful of ass and squeezed, settling Bit a little closer.
    Bit kissed his nose, listening to this Martha person on the other end of the phone.
    Chay leaned back, concentrating on Bit’s conversation. One nice thing about being a wolf was he could easily listen to a phone conversation and get both sides without a speakerphone. Martha was going on about how proud she was that Keaton had finished his doctorate. The woman sounded genuinely pleased to be talking to Keaton. Chay decided he liked her after hearing the affection in her voice for his Bit. He heard a yip and looked around Bit’s shoulder.
    Remi came yawning into the living room, carrying Pita. His hair stuck out