Stars & Stripes (16 page)

Zane groaned and tried to shove himself deeper, but Ty anticipated him and rose to his knees again. Zane growled in frustration. “I’ll teach you a goddamn lesson.”

He wrapped his arms under Ty’s, pulling him back by his chest as he sank his teeth into the side of Ty’s neck. Then he thrust his hips up without letting go, and Ty shouted as he shoved in deep.

“Ride me now or get fucked face-first on the floor.”

Ty laughed breathlessly, rolled his hips, then pushed forward and began to ride Zane’s cock faster.

“That’s it, doll,” Zane gasped. He gripped Ty’s hips and tried to urge him to go faster, but Ty rose again, pulling Zane’s cock almost completely out of him.

Zane called out and scrabbled for Ty’s shoulder to keep him from going farther. The head of his cock pushed at the stubborn muscles of Ty’s entrance, spreading him apart, forcing those muscles back with its girth. Ty threw his head back and moaned again. He rolled his hips around, forcing Zane’s cockhead to massage him.

Zane watched with his mouth wide open, tongue touching the back of his top teeth, gasping for breath. Ty was blatant about using Zane to pleasure himself, and Zane loved every minute of it.

Then Ty sank down again, crying out as he hit his prostate. He reached back to grab at Zane, who caught his hands, sliding their fingers together, gripping him hard as Ty shimmied his hips. The sounds coming from him were debauched and downright wicked, and not one of those was calculated.

Then he started riding again, faster this time, fast enough to draw a gasp and a curse from Zane’s lips. Zane still held both of Ty’s hands, and he pulled Ty’s arms behind his back, holding him there as if his wrists were tied together. Ty continued to ride him, moaning in approval of Zane’s newest idea.

Zane pushed his hips up, bringing both of them off the couch. Ty moaned again—that decadent, sinful sound Zane knew he was making on purpose. Zane’s groin growing heavy and tight, pleasure spreading as Ty rode him harder and faster. His ass slapped against Zane’s lap. Zane’s cock slammed into him over and over.

Zane’s grip on Ty’s wrists tightened, and he pulled until Ty’s back was arched at an awkward angle. He shoved his cock up into his lover, grinning when Ty called out his name and turned his head to try for a kiss. Zane curled and managed to meet his lips, reaching around Ty’s body, gripping his cock and stroking him. How was Ty still riding him with his body so contorted? Zane was going to come inside him any second if Ty didn’t hold still.

He reached up and took the hat off Ty’s head, tossing it over the back of the couch, then grabbed Ty’s hair, yanking his head back so he could whisper in his ear. “I’m going to come in you so hard you’ll be tasting it.”

Ty’s entire body shuddered against him. “Yeah. Please, yes.”

“I want to see you first.”

“Zane.”

“Shoot your load for me and I’ll throw you down on that floor and fuck you. Hard and messy, just like you want it.”

Ty gave another decadent groan. Zane smacked his ass to get him to go faster, and the sound of his palm slapping skin and Ty’s desperate cry nearly sent him over the edge. He forgot about the hand job he’d started for Ty, and he pushed Ty to sit up straight again, gripping his hips hard.

“Yeah,” Ty whispered, sounding relieved at Zane’s loss of control.

“Yeah, what?” Zane growled in his ear.

“I’m not calling you sir during sex.”

Zane grabbed a handful of hair. “Ride me, Ty!” he shouted, his harsh voice echoing off the high ceiling. “Come on!”

Ty bent forward, riding Zane with those sinuous movements of his hips, faster and faster until sparkles started to form on the edges of Zane’s vision.

He grabbed Ty in a one-armed bear hug and pulled him back against his chest, restraining Ty’s movements as he fought off his orgasm. Ty was breathing hard, biting his lip as he tried desperately to roll his hips. Ty leaked all over Zane’s hand when Zane slid his fingers over his cock.

Zane started to stroke him with one hand, yanking that handful of Ty’s hair with his other as he whispered into Ty’s ear. “You better come without moving too damn much.”

Ty’s lips parted, but no sound came out. His head rested on Zane’s shoulder, and the faster Zane stroked him, the tighter Zane’s grip on his hair became. Ty’s body began to contort, his breathing growing erratic and labored. Every inch of him was straining to remain still, and the restraint and the tortured look on his lover’s face drove Zane’s hand faster and faster.

“Zane!”

“Don’t fucking move!”

Ty’s head thrashed from side to side, fighting Zane’s grip as he writhed on Zane’s straining cock. He finally managed to press his mouth to Zane’s, and Zane returned the kiss with all the hunger and lust of a man fighting his own orgasm.

As their tongues fought for dominance, Ty thrust his hips up into Zane’s hand, and he called out into Zane’s mouth as he started to come. It hit both their chests and even spattered up onto their chins as Zane pumped Ty’s cock.

Ty licked a drop of cum off the corner of Zane’s mouth, and Zane’s control snapped.

He released Ty only to grip Ty’s hips hard, fucking Ty at his own brutal pace. His movements were so powerful and out of control that he nearly tossed Ty to the floor. Then he grabbed Ty and did shove him to the floor. They both hit hard, Ty’s hands still trapped between them, and Zane lined up quickly and pushed his cock past those tight muscles without giving Ty a moment to recuperate. Ty bucked under him, fighting back against the hard fucking in a way he knew would drive Zane insane. Ty’s cries and shouts and curses turned into begging. Begging Zane to take him harder, begging Zane to come all over him, begging him for more of everything.

Zane went at him harder and faster, pulling completely out and then forcing himself back in. When Zane started to come, the first spurt spilled out over Ty’s ass before Zane could shove back into him. He continued like that, coming inside him and all over him at the same time, pulling out only to shove past a pool of his own cum, watching himself shoot against Ty’s ass and knowing he was filling him up inside, too.

Zane’s shout, primal and wordless, echoed off the high ceiling. Ty kept moving, his muscles sliding under Zane’s hands, moaning as Zane made a mess of it.

When Zane’s body finally gave in, he collapsed against Ty’s back and pressed his face against him, licking at the sweaty skin.

Ty hummed, his hands still trapped between them like he really was restrained that way. He craned his neck for a kiss and Zane was more than happy to oblige: he took Ty’s hands in his, pinned them to the floor, then leaned over him for a languid kiss. Ty’s ass pushed against him as Ty contorted, his body asking for more.

It didn’t happen often, but sometimes Ty sank into this submissive mindset, and Zane took advantage when he could. It shocked him how good Ty was at playing the submissive when he was so dominant at other times.

Just the thought of Ty being in one of those moods had Zane wanting to fuck him all over again. Snugged up against Ty’s ass, surrounded by his own cum, didn’t hurt the urge either. Zane flexed his hips, wondering how long they could stay like this until he was ready to go again.

“What’s gotten into you?” Zane asked, whispering in Ty’s ear.

Ty gasped and shuddered beneath him. “Besides you?”

Zane ran his hands over Ty’s hard muscles, the smell of sweat and sex and Old Spice helping to convince his body that it could indeed take Ty at least one more time tonight.

“Besides me.”

Ty grinned, rolling his hips to spur Zane along. “Must be the Stetson.”

“I wonder where Dad went.”

“Probably got tired of the horse smell,” Ty grumbled. He was watching Zane work from his perch on the edge of one of the stalls, his feet dangling. Zane was having a hard time keeping his eyes off him.

He’d missed the routine of the ranch, and he was enjoying getting his hands dirty again. Brushing down the horses certainly beat loitering inside under Beverly’s watchful eye until Mark arrived.

“Uncomfortable?” Zane asked, smirking.

Ty darted a glance at the horse Zane was brushing. “They keep . . . looking at me.”

Zane looked at Ty for a long moment, trying not to laugh. “Looking at you,” he managed to say.

Ty gave the horse a wave. “Look at him! It’s like he knows something.”

Zane snickered, and the horse mimicked him with a whicker, which just made Zane laugh harder.

“That shit’s not funny, Zane.”

“Agree to disagree,” Zane crooned.

“Hello the barn!” The call echoed from somewhere behind them.

Ty perked up like a hunting dog on a new scent, and Zane straightened from brushing the horse and peered down the barn’s center aisle. “In here!”

A lean man in a cowboy hat was walking toward them. The sun shone into the barn behind him, turning him into a faceless silhouette.

Ty tensed and looked over his shoulder to watch the man approach. He was always on edge in unfamiliar territory.

“Hey, I’m looking for—” The man stopped several feet away, where his face came into view. “Z? Damn, I thought you were your daddy.”

Zane stepped toward the stall door. “Mark. Been a while.”

Mark Masterson pulled off his hat. His blond hair underneath was shorn almost into a crew cut, and his goatee was neatly trimmed. He gave Zane a hug and then stepped back, blue eyes shining. Zane waited, apprehensive. Mark wasn’t exactly an open-minded individual, though he was a decent enough guy. Annie hadn’t been certain how he’d take the news that Zane was involved with a man, but they’d decided to tell him up front and let the chips fall where they may.

“Annie, uh . . . told me about what I missed at dinner.”

Zane straightened, squaring his shoulders.

Mark turned his head to look Ty up and down. Ty stared at him, unmoving, until Mark met Zane’s eyes and nodded. “I’m just glad to see you happy again, Z. We were worried for a long while it wouldn’t happen.”

Zane exhaled the breath he’d been holding. “Thanks.”

Mark looked at Ty and nodded, offering his hand. “Mark Masterson.”

Ty shook with his left hand, still wary.

“Ty, this is Annie’s husband. Mark, this is my partner, Ty Grady.”

Ty looked Mark up and down. Zane had seen him do it many times, but he always enjoyed watching Ty’s gears turn. “Semper fi,” he said to Mark with a small smile.

Zane’s brow jumped. “How’d you know he was a Marine?” he blurted.

Ty grinned enigmatically at him, and Mark laughed. “You wouldn’t understand, Z,” Mark said. He nodded at Ty again. “Welcome to Carter Garrett Ranch, Ty Grady.”

“Thanks.”

“Are you
the
Ty Grady? From Camp Lejeune?”

At that, Ty grew even more tense and quiet. It was unlike Ty in so many ways. What was this undercurrent between them about? And it was astonishing that Zane’s brother-in-law had heard of Ty before. What kind of badass Marine had Ty been to have his name known by people he’d never met?

Ty nodded. “That’s right.”

“I knew that name sounded familiar. I remember hearing it quite a bit.”

“I’m sure you did,” Ty said with a small, mirthless laugh.

“You were Second Recon, right?”

“I was.”

Mark nodded sharply, then glanced sideways at Zane. “Recon squads at Lejeune when I was there were a crazy bunch.”

“We had our moments,” Ty said, voice low and careful. It sent a chill up Zane’s spine, the type that often preceded wanting to be pinned to the ground and fucked to within an inch of his life. Somewhere along the line, he’d come to terms with the fact that the more dangerous Ty seemed, the hotter he was. Zane had no regrets.

Mark nodded. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Will y’all be staying awhile?”

“Until we get something settled with Dad’s attackers. We’ll be around. We were waiting for you to show before we gathered on it.”

“All right, then. Hey, a couple of us are heading to the roadhouse later tonight. You two game?”

Zane cast a glance at Ty, who nodded. “Yeah, sounds fun.”

“Just, uh . . . fair warning. Word’s already got around the C and G about you two. Won’t be long before it gets out. Hope you’re ready for that.”

Zane fought against the butterflies. “Really? That was faster than I expected.”

“Yeah, well. The last remaining Garrett starts doing a guy, it makes the rounds.”

Zane laughed despite himself. He hadn’t thought of it that way, but he supposed it
would
cause a stir, considering he had no kids and was therefore the last Garrett in a long line of them.