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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