My Life Without Garlic (11 page)

“Jesus, your ass is something,” Augustin muttered. “I bet a brick has more give to it.”

Tony reached back and poked one butt cheek. It
was
pretty damned firm. “Well—”

“Oh, don’t be modest,” Augustin said, strolling at a rather leisurely pace toward him. “You know you’re all muscly and hard in
all
the right ways.”

“Well, one part of me in particular.” He turned around, ringed his dick with one finger and a thumb, then waved it at Augustin. “This part, in case I was being too subtle.”

Augustin snorted and rolled his eyes. “Please, baby. Subtle is something I wouldn’t recognize if it bit me on the ass. I knew exactly what part of you you meant.” He stopped in front of Tony, an impish expression in place.

“What—?” Tony shut up when Augustin dropped to his knees.

“Mm-hmm,” Augustin hummed, cupping Tony’s balls. “Spread ’em.”

Tony slid his feet wider apart. “Good?”

Instead of answering, Augustin looked up at him through thick lashes. He dipped his head and licked Tony’s balls.

“Oh… Jesus.” Tony’s mind blanked when Augustin sucked one ball into his mouth. As much as he wanted to watch, Tony’s vision was blurring and his breath was starting to come in short pants when Augustin took his whole sac into that wet heat.

Tony was still holding onto his dick, which was a good thing. He was squeezing it tight in an attempt to keep from embarrassing himself very quickly.

Augustin did something exquisite down there, using his tongue and working Tony’s balls over. Tony was shaking, his legs quivering, when Augustin moaned around his nuts.

Tony gasped, unable to articulate anything at all. He let his head drop back, his eyes close. Instead of gripping his cock, he began to stroke it.

Only to have his hand slapped and his balls slip free of Augustin’s mouth.

“No way you’re coming without that dick in me,” Augustin snarked.

Tony had to smile. He liked the man in bossy mode. He liked him simpering and squirming with pleasure, too. He just liked Augustin, period.

“Lay down.” Augustin stood up, licking the tip of Tony’s cock as he did so.

Augustin’s shaft was dark with proof of his arousal, the slit stringing pre-cum until it dripped onto the floor.

“Can I just—?” Tony sat on the bed and grabbed Augustin’s hips. He pulled the man into the ‘V’ of his spread legs.

“Like I’d ever say no to a blow job,” Augustin muttered, his voice higher than usual.

Tony couldn’t keep from licking his lips in anticipation. He opened his mouth, taking the tip right in and sealing his lips around it. A hard suck, a flick of his tongue, and Augustin began to move, thrusting gently, slowly, only sinking half his length into Tony’s mouth. Augustin rested a hand on his shoulder, and with the other cupped Tony’s jaw.

Tony traced a path up to Augustin’s nipples. He rubbed over them with a light touch, then with more force as Augustin trembled. “Pinch them,” Augustin directed, his voice rough and deep with arousal.

A little pinch, a slight twist, and Augustin began moving faster, sliding his cockhead over Tony’s tongue, leaving behind a mildly salty flavor.

Just when Tony believed he was going to get to suck on all of Augustin’s dick, Augustin pulled back. “On your back,” Augustin scraped out. “Hurry. I’m going to come soon. I can’t wait much longer!”

Tony felt a swell of pride knowing he’d almost had Augustin losing it. A couple more minutes and Augustin would have come in his mouth.

But he wasn’t going to argue. Tony wasn’t stupid. He crab-crawled back onto the bed, then settled down, legs spread, arms out to Augustin.

Augustin took the lube out. He gave Tony a lascivious grin, then turned and wiggled his ass for Tony. “You get to watch me get ready, baby. Suit up while I work myself open.”

Tony grimaced at the whole condom thing and considered explaining that they weren’t necessary again, but Augustin arched an eyebrow at him and wiggled that bodacious butt once more.

Tony got the condoms out.

Augustin slicked up his fingers before tossing the lube to Tony. “Those pre-lubed condoms just don’t do it for me.”

Tony used the stuff liberally as Augustin slid his fingers down his crack.

He pushed one finger in and moaned. “Just knowing it’ll be you soon…” was all Augustin said.

Tony’s dick was harder than ever. He held it at the base, his gaze glued to Augustin’s fingers gliding in and out of his hole. As much as Tony would have liked to be involved, watching was pretty fucking amazing, too. Seeing Augustin fingering his ass was possibly the sexiest thing ever.

“Three,” Augustin rasped. “Ungh. ’S good.”

“Not too good,” Tony said, sitting up. “Come on, I—”
Need you, care about you, am falling
— “Want you.” The rest, Augustin wasn’t ready to hear.

Augustin bent at the waist and gave Tony an even better show for a few seconds, then he left off fingering himself. Augustin grabbed a wipe off the nightstand and cleaned his fingers. He tossed the wipe in the trash then climbed onto the bed.

“I’m going to blow your mind,” Augustin promised.

Tony was ready to have that happen. “Now would be good.”

Augustin’s lips curved in a wicked smile as he straddled Tony’s thighs. “It would, but I do like to tease.” He dragged his ass over Tony’s balls, over his dick, stopping only when the tip was at his hole. He rocked, driving them both nearer to an edge already too close.

“Augustin, please,” Tony got out, reaching for him.

Augustin rose up onto his knees. He held onto Tony’s dick, then moved it over his hole. “Gonna make you lose it so hard.”

“Yes— Fuck!” Tony couldn’t keep back the shout as Augustin sank down on him, burying his dick fully in Augustin’s warm tunnel. The ripple and flex of those soft inner walls around his shaft had Tony gritting his teeth, struggling for some restraint.

“Mm, yeah,” Augustin murmured, beginning a torturously slow rocking motion. “Could do this all night.” He dragged his fingertips over Tony’s pecs before zeroing in on his nipples.

“Let me fuck you,” Tony pleaded, needing more of the man.

Augustin winked at him. “Not this time.” He pinched Tony’s tits and started moving his hips while rising up. As the underside of Tony’s dick tugged at Augustin’s hole, Tony got a hand around Augustin’s cock. With his other hand, he just tried to hold onto Augustin.

But Augustin began to ride him like a wild thing, with an abandon Tony had never seen in any previous lover. Augustin didn’t worry about embarrassment, or how his belly shook, the sounds their bodies made coming together—he simply let himself go, reveling in what was happening between them.

It was a beautiful sight to see, and Tony’s heart tipped right over into Augustin’s chest as he watched the man give everything of himself.

To me. He’s trusting me with everything.
If not, it was so close to the truth that Tony couldn’t discern a difference. He arched his back, shoving his heels against the mattress as he thrust up into Augustin.

“Yes!” Augustin drove down hard, his ass slapping loudly against Tony. “Keep doing that,” he got out between panted breaths.

Tony growled and stroked Augustin’s cock faster while thrusting mindlessly, his body’s needs demanding to be met. Everything about Augustin was pushing him to a release that would leave him shattered from the strength of it.

And he wanted Augustin right there with him during it, and after, so they could each help put the other back together.

Augustin cursed and dropped down until he was almost lying on Tony, pinning Tony’s hand between them.

Tony held onto him and drove his dick into Augustin with a desperation he’d never known.

This man was
his
. Tony never wanted him to leave.

And he was Augustin’s, no matter what happened.

Tony’s fangs dropped. He had to turn his head aside to keep from biting Augustin. That was one thing he wouldn’t do, bite him without clear permission.

But he wanted to, wanted to taste Augustin in every way possible. He wanted to exchange blood with him—

Tony arched every part of his body he could as his orgasm slammed into him. He couldn’t breathe, or make a sound, couldn’t do anything but pour himself into the man he wanted for his own.

“Tony!”

Hot spunk spurted over his hand. Tony held Augustin as the man shook and came, then as Augustin collapsed on him fully.

And he wondered how he could keep Augustin when he’d never had the right to take him away from his home and his life in the first place.

Chapter Twenty

While Tony slept the following day, Augustin hung out with his new friends and spent a good amount of time on his own, thinking.

Something had changed between them. Augustin didn’t know what it was, specifically, but he didn’t think either of them was as angry as they had been.

Okay, him, especially. He didn’t want to shove a door shim through Tony’s chest. Chelsea’s, sure. Maybe. If Billie wouldn’t cry.
And
oh yeah—die. Ugh, damn it!
Offing Chelsea had just gotten moved from the Must Do list to the Murders I Must Regretfully Decline list.

That one was really long.

The Must Do, not so much.

Augustin soaked in the bathtub, thinking about everything—his regular life, his family, what he wanted to do career-wise and his other goals.

And he thought about Tony, a lot. How was it possible to feel so strongly for someone after so short a time?

Maybe it was because no one had appealed to him as much as Tony did. Plus, Augustin had been alone for a while. Even when he’d had boyfriends, none of them had been as sexy as Tony.

Tony’s not my boyfriend. Remember that before you get your heart broken, dumbass.

He could pep talk himself all day, but he was still going to want Tony, in more ways than just the physical ones, he feared. If it was just sex…

Augustin snorted. “Right. If it was just sex, I’d still be wanting to hang around him ’cause
damn
.” Tony was a sex god, and Augustin was leaning toward believing that he wasn’t dead, either. Tony clearly had feelings, and not just sexual ones.

A knock on the bathroom door startled a squeak out of Augustin.

Abernathy’s rich laughter followed.

Augustin didn’t even get to yell at the man before Abernathy walked right on in.

“Out!” Augustin yelped, trying to cover up his bits. “What is wrong with you? Did I
say
come in?”

Abernathy didn’t leave. Instead he put the toilet seat down and plopped his ass right on it. He examined Augustin, smirking slightly as he did so.

Augustin wished he’d poured shampoo into the water to make it a bubble bath. Then he’d have a little more cover.

Abernathy grabbed a washcloth and tossed it to him. “That ought to be more than enough.”

“Oh fuck you,” Augustin groused as he caught the slip of material. “I’m perfectly secure about my dick. It’s a nice-sized one.”

Abernathy nodded. “So I saw. You and Tony gave us all a show.”

Augustin rolled his eyes. “Duh. Like I wasn’t teased over breakfast.”

“Billie at least changed her score for y’all’s makeout session from an eight to a nine,” Abernathy pointed out. “Because of your butt.”

“She didn’t make it a ten so I don’t give a shit what she said,” Augustin informed him. “Her judgment is obviously impaired.”

Abernathy chuckled at that.

Augustin sat up as far as he dared. The washcloth wasn’t exactly tucked in very well, and while Abernathy might have caught a glimpse of him in full glory yesterday, Augustin wasn’t giving him a repeat performance. “And why are you in here? Did you get bored?”

Abernathy shrugged. “I like you, and it’s obvious that Tony likes you. He did go out into the desert to save you, after all. That has to mean something.”

“Yeah, that he feels guilty for bringing me here in the first place,” Augustin said, though his heart did a little fluttery thing that possibly meant he was going to keel over—or that he’d fallen in love with Tony.

Both were utterly terrifying prospects.

“And I think you feel something for him, am I right?” Abernathy inquired. “It shows in your eyes. You don’t look as angry when you look at him, or talk about him.”

“I’m an angry man sometimes,” Augustin muttered. “We don’t know each other well enough for it to mean anything.”

Abernathy laughed loudly at that.

Augustin splashed him with water. “Shut up. Why are you in here again?”

Abernathy’s amusement faded. He leaned forward, eyes intent. “Because I don’t want you to make the same stupid mistake I did.”

Augustin blinked, confused. “But you’re mated—”

“I am, but…” Abernathy shook his head. “That’s what I’m telling you.”

“Jesus, could you be any more confusing?” Augustin asked. “The whole ‘but’ part implies you’re not thrilled to be mated. There’s supposed to be a bond and all that shit, right?”

Abernathy glanced away. “As I said, don’t make the same mistake I did. You can’t go back to the human world, you know. Pick your mate carefully.”

“I’m not going to have a mate,” Augustin snapped. “That whole biting and blood thing is
so
not me.”

Abernathy’s smile was more melancholy than an expression of joy. “It’s going to have to be.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Tony should have been alarmed by how happy it made him to find Augustin waiting for him when he woke up. “Hey,” was all Tony could manage when his throat was tightening with an emotion he didn’t want to acknowledge.

Augustin has a life of his own.
No matter how often he told himself that, the idea of letting Augustin go still seemed wrong.

But that was his possessiveness showing. If he really
did
care about Augustin, he’d let him go. There was some saying to that effect, and Tony had always thought it was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard—until now. Now he understood it.

Augustin scrunched up his nose. “Why are you staring at me like that? Do I have toothpaste on my chin or something?”