Touch & Geaux (Cut & Run 7) - Page 14

He grabbed Ty’s arm and dragged his teeth over the tattoo. “This might be my favorite part of you.”

Ty turned his head to press a kiss to Zane’s chin. “Why?”

“It’s who you are.” He kissed Ty again, holding him tighter. “It’s you in meta form.”

“Zane.” Ty’s voice was harsh in his ear. “Don’t speak geek to me when you’re naked. It shatters the illusion.”

Zane laughed and grabbed Ty’s ass, squeezing hard enough to force Ty to stand on the tips of his toes. He dragged him into the bathtub, kissing him messily as the water beat down on them both.

“I like seeing you with your team,” Zane said against Ty’s cheek.

“Really?”

“It’s kind of hot.”

Zane inhaled through his nose as he was thoroughly kissed, and he slid his arms around Ty’s waist to pull his lover against his body.

When Ty ended the kiss and pressed his nose to Zane’s cheek, his fingers were digging in harder, giving him an almost desperate edge.

“Sometimes I wonder who I’d be if it weren’t for them,” Ty said, his voice a whisper that barely rose above the sound of the water.

Zane swallowed hard. He’d played that game, and all too often it resembled Russian roulette. What if he hadn’t broken with his family? What if he hadn’t joined the Bureau? What if Becky hadn’t died? What if he hadn’t gone to Miami? But all those things had put him on the road that had led him to Ty.

And Ty’s road had been just as rocky, but it had led him here.

“You,” Zane said, his voice thick. “You’d still be you.”

Ty shook his head in a stubborn denial, but he kissed Zane again without offering any evidence to support his belief.

When they broke apart, the bare honesty of what Zane wanted to say hurt him all over. But it was high time these things started being said. “Things have happened to us, to both of us, horrible things that changed us. If you want to tell me, I’ll listen, or if . . .” Zane swallowed hard. He knew that Ty had endured worse than he had, but there were dark spots in Zane’s past that he didn’t want to relive, much less tell anyone about. “If you want to know, I’ll tell you.”

Ty’s hands slid over Zane’s hair and he patted him before kissing him again. The water was still pounding down on Ty’s back, running in rivulets down his face. “I want to know.”

Zane nodded and slid his hands down Ty’s back to cup his ass, then slid one hand between them.

Ty’s breath stuttered. He relaxed against Zane and kissed him again.

Zane wrapped his hand around Ty’s cock, warm and wet and firm under his fingers. Zane had been hard since Ty had touched him, and he pushed against Ty’s thigh, moaning as he dipped his head for another kiss.

Ty’s breaths came hard against Zane’s skin, gusting over his lips and warming his cheek as Ty pushed closer. Then his hands were gripping Zane’s arms hard and they separated, Ty holding him at bay in the bathtub. There was a familiar light in Ty’s eyes as he pushed him against the tile.

Zane lifted his chin as he hit the cool, slick wall with a muffled thump. “God I love it when you drink.”

Ty took one more rough kiss before letting his hands drag down Zane’s body. He sank to his knees at Zane’s feet. Zane’s head thudded back against the wall. His breath came out with a shudder as he watched.

Ty didn’t waste time. He rarely did, not when Zane was already hard and begging for it. He gripped one of Zane’s hips with one hand, taking Zane’s c**k in the other and pumping him as he let his lips bump against the head. He looked up, giving a teasing lick. Zane narrowed his eyes and reached for him, cupping his palm around the back of Ty’s head, tugging. Ty didn’t make him wait any longer, but he did force Zane to be patient as he slid his lips over Zane’s c**k with agonizing slowness. Ty never did anything that slow unless he was trying to drive Zane insane.

It was working.

Zane curled the fingers of his free hand into a fist and tried to breathe evenly.

Ty’s free hand splayed against Zane’s hip, and he finally, mercifully, dipped his head to take Zane all the way into his mouth. Zane bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on Ty’s tongue and the warm slide of his c**k into Ty’s mouth. A clicking noise from the outer room filtered through his pleasure, like someone trying to use a key that wasn’t working. Zane glanced at the door to the bathroom, which they’d left wide open. Ty didn’t seem to care about any noises as he worked, trying to make Zane come as quickly and messily as possible—something he was singularly good at.

Zane groaned and closed his eyes, forgetting the sounds. There was something too debauched about Ty on his knees, water streaming over hard muscle and smooth skin, Zane’s hard c**k sliding between his lips, forcing them apart to find his flickering tongue. To top it all off, Ty met his eyes, then ducked his head forward, taking Zane into the back of his throat, burying his nose against Zane’s groin and pulling him close as if he couldn’t get Zane deep enough.

Zane smothered a curse, and his gut clenched. He had no control around Ty; never had, never would. He took Ty’s head in both hands and pumped his hips, feeling the head of his c**k forcing its way past Ty’s tongue to hit the back of his throat. He gave a plaintive grunt as Ty pulled back, tugging on Ty’s head until Ty let him thrust in again. How the hell he did that without gagging, Zane would never know. He’d been practicing, but he still couldn’t manage. What he did know was there was very little he enjoyed more than shooting a load into Ty’s mouth and watching him swallow it down. Ty always hummed when he blew him, and he moaned when he swallowed.

He half bent over in reaction as the trembling started, and he grabbed at Ty’s shoulder as he started to come, teeth gritted.

But Ty didn’t swallow this time. He pulled back just enough, holding Zane’s hip against the shower wall with one hand so Zane couldn’t chase his mouth, and he pumped Zane dry with the other hand, letting cum spurt all over his chin and neck. It hit Ty’s skin, and Zane could see it dripping down Ty’s throat, sliding off his lower lip. It just made Zane’s climax more intense, like he was marking his territory. He choked off a curse as the heat flooding him left him dizzy.

Ty kept at it until there was nothing left but Zane’s whimpers, then he let Zane slide out of his hand and looked up at him, licking his lips and wiping his palm across his chin. Zane dragged his fingers along those lips before tapping under Ty’s chin, wanting him to stand.

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