Touch&Geaux (38 page)

Ty laid his hand on Zane’s cheek. “I swear to you, Zane.

I thought what I was doing was right. I searched for you after

I left New York. You were out of my reach. When Burns read

me in, the only thing I could think of was that it was the only

way of getting back to you. Being partnered with you ful -

time, being able . . . being able to see you every day, to have

you in my life. When he said you might need protecting, it

was the only thing I heard. I swear to you. All I wanted from

the day I left you in that hospital was you. To be back there

with you.”

Zane throat tightened. The sincerity in Ty’s eyes, the

desperation in his voice, those weren’t things he could fake,

were they? “Ty . . .”

“What do you need me to do? I’ll do it, Zane, whatever

you need to save us.”

Zane swore before he captured Ty’s lips in a desperate

kiss. When he pulled back, it was only barely, and their lips

brushed as he said, “Goddamn you, Ty.” By the time he got

the last word out, Ty was pul ing him closer by the back of

the neck to kiss him again. “Feel like I’ve been on a goddamn

seesaw,” Zane growled, his fingers dragging over Ty’s skin.

“I’m sorry,” Ty breathed. His hand trailed along Zane’s

hip, fingers sliding under his boxers. He pulled away from

the kiss and pressed his face against Zane’s, sliding his nose

against Zane’s cheek.

A shiver ran through Zane. Ty’s hands were warm against

the goose bumps. Zane kissed him again, leaning back so Ty

would have to roll on top of him to continue the kiss.

“You were worth it,” Ty murmured.

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That jolt of intense arousal and connection made its way

through Zane’s body. The effect Ty had on him was something

he would never find anywhere else, he knew that much. He

shivered again as Ty’s fingers brushed his skin.

Ty slid his hands under Zane’s shirt, pushing the material

up. Zane sat to help him get the shirt off, wrapping his arms

around Ty’s waist lifting his head for a kiss. Ty’s hands cupped

his face. The kiss was gentle and tentative, so unlike what

Zane was used to.

“You were right, you know,” Ty whispered.

“About what?”

Ty swallowed hard. “I sold my soul a long time ago.”

Ty gripped Zane’s shoulder and pressed him down,

laying him out again, then stretched out over Zane, his hand

dragging down Zane’s body to push at his boxers.

“Ty,” Zane gasped.

Ty kissed him. Zane trailed the tips of his fingers down

Ty’s arm, sliding over the tattoo and the scars and the muscles.

“Do you really believe that?” Zane asked.

“I know it. I will never be the man you think I am.”

Zane’s breaths came harder. “We’ve both been trying so

hard to be worthy of each other.”

Ty nodded and pressed another kiss to Zane’s lips, drawing

it out, deepening it, putting some fire into it. He tossed Zane’s

boxers over the edge of the bed as soon as Zane shimmied out

of them, then rested his weight over Zane, propping on his

elbows and sliding both hands into Zane’s hair. He dragged

his body against Zane’s and Zane spread his legs around him,

squeezing his ribs with his knees. He slid his hands up Ty’s

back and hooked his arms under his, effectively latching onto

him. Ty began to rock, his muscles twisting and bulging, the

movement pushing their thickened cocks together.

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Zane’s entire body throbbed. He thought Ty would be

able to feel his heart, it was beating so hard. Breathing was

difficult as he inhaled Ty’s familiar scent. They were on the

eve of battle, making love in the calm before the storm, and it

heightened Zane’s senses to know this might be the last time

Ty touched him.

He arched, feet sliding down the backs of Ty’s legs, body

writhing to increase the friction between them. He squeezed

his thighs against Ty’s hips, loving the way it felt when Ty

thrust against him. He wasn’t concerned with the endgame.

He didn’t care if either of them came. He didn’t desperately

need Ty inside him. He just wanted this feeling to last.

His hands found Ty’s hair, tightening. Ty hitched against

his body, continuing to rock and slide as he kissed him harder.

“I love you, Zane,” Ty gasped. “Nothing I’ve done will

ever change that.”

Pleasure curled in Zane’s groin, but it was joined by

another curl, deep in his chest. He found Ty’s eyes, gone dark

with arousal. His body was hard and solid on top of Zane’s,

nothing wasted. The lines around his eyes and mouth bore

witness to the trials he’d faced, and his skin was marred by

years in the trenches of good and evil, battling back again and

again to become the only person Zane had ever trusted with

his life.

Zane ran his thumb over Ty’s cheek, seeing him suddenly

with new eyes. Ty had never tried to be something he wasn’t.

He’d never tried to hide what he was. Warrior. Weapon. Bad

guy. Zane knew what he was. The pain and betrayal faded.

The world faded.

Ty turned his face under Zane’s thumb and kissed his

palm. Zane raised his hips, pushing his cock against Ty’s thigh.

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“Zane,” Ty moaned, lowering his forehead to Zane’s

shoulder and flexing his back and hips to keep the wildly

arousing rhythm going. “I need you.”

Zane didn’t answer. He knew Ty needed him, could feel it

in the very air they breathed. He pressed his nose and mouth

against Ty’s cheek, clenched hard at Ty’s shoulder and hair,

body writhing beneath Ty’s. His cock slid against hard muscle

and soft skin. Ty’s cock drove against his hip and stomach,

pressing against his.

Ty bit down on the curve of Zane’s neck as he shoved a

little harder against him, and a jolt went through Zane’s body.

Ty hummed against his skin until it degenerated into a low

growl. The rocking stopped, shifting into a more sinuous,

deliberate pressure.

“Oh Jesus, Ty,” Zane gasped out.

Now he needed Ty inside him. It felt like he’d stuck his

finger in a light socket, electricity zigzagging through him

wherever Ty touched, settling deep in his belly, coiling. Ty

knew exactly what he was doing to him and exploited it

mercilessly, egging on the pleasure racking Zane’s body with

a violent kiss. Zane bucked his hips as Ty’s tongue lapped at

his. Ty grasped Zane’s hands, lacing their fingers together,

slid them under Zane’s head until their chests touched, and

pinned them to the mattress. Zane’s body was completely at

Ty’s mercy.

Zane forced his eyes open and found Ty’s as he surrendered

all control to him. He trusted him, despite everything, despite

trying to convince himself he couldn’t. He trusted Ty with his

body. He always had. He trusted Ty with his heart. It was his

very soul that Ty had the power to break.

Ty captured Zane’s mouth in a kiss.

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Sensation overflowed for a brief, shining moment. Ty’s

lips against his. The warmth and weight of his body, the way

he felt between Zane’s thighs. The sensual rocking of his hips,

their cocks sliding, leaking. Then it all came crashing down.

He arched his back, squeezing Ty’s hips, groaning Ty’s name

into their kiss, his entire body spasming and tightening as his

orgasm crashed over him. Ty didn’t let up, didn’t pull away,

still rubbing against him, sliding slick now between their

bellies.

“Zane,” Ty growled against his ear.

Zane was still gasping for breath, sensations and emotions

washing over him in a jumble. He panted against the skin of

Ty’s neck, unable to do anything more than inhale his scent.

Ty released Zane’s hands and pushed himself to his knees.

Zane grabbed him by the shoulder. “You’re not done.”

Ty leaned over him to kiss him again. He reached between

them, swiping one hand down Zane’s slick abdomen and

cock, stroking down to Zane’s thighs and urging them apart.

Zane let his knees fall to the sides, spreading his legs wider.

Ty kissed the inside of Zane’s knee, then crawled backward.

He left the bed and went in search of one of their bags, leaving

Zane to try to regain his breath alone.

When Ty returned, he crawled between Zane’s legs and

ran his tongue along Zane’s stomach. Zane lifted his head to

watch, fascinated as Ty licked his cum from his abs.

“Ty,” he gasped.

Ty knelt, running his hand through Zane’s cum, spreading

it across his stomach. Then he added a generous amount of

lube to his palm and used that hand to grip his own straining

cock. Zane pulled one leg up and rolled over onto his stomach,

inviting Ty to take him. Ty gripped one of Zane’s hips and

moved in close, wasting no time pushing in.

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Zane’s fingers dragged across the sheets. Ty’s hand found

his and he laced their fingers together, clenching as he pushed

in deeper. Once he was as far as he could get, he laid his body

out over Zane’s, kissing Zane’s shoulder, enveloping him in

strong arms. His breathing broke into sharp pants.

“Come on, Ty,” Zane panted, rol ing his hips just enough

to spur Ty into action.

Ty pressed his face against Zane’s back, groaning, kissing

his skin. He pulled most of the way out before thrusting in

again with a ragged curse. Zane gasped, arching. Ty tortured

Zane with that incredible slow slide of his cock several more

times, his breaths in Zane’s ear, before he lost control and

shoved in deeper.

Zane would never enjoy anything more than Ty taking

him from behind. His chest pressed into the mattress, Ty’s

lips at his ear. The way Ty held him close, found his way into

Zane’s very soul.

Ty pulled Zane’s hips up, curling until he could reach to

tease at Zane’s mouth with his tongue, trailing the taste of his

cum along swollen lips. His hand slid over Zane’s shoulder,

closing over his chest, hugging him close.

There was nowhere to go, nowhere to run from the

intimacy or the pleasure. And Zane didn’t mind one bit.

When Ty moved again, it was a steady rol ing of his hips,

and he didn’t relinquish Zane’s mouth. More kisses, more

intensity, faster rocking, harder thrusts . . . the thrill echoed

through them as Ty held on tight. Zane managed to gasp out

Ty’s name through the kiss, urging him on, begging him. Ty

never sped up his motions, though, just continued to thrust

in, rocking in time with Zane’s panting breaths.

Finally, he buried his face against Zane’s shoulder and

gasped, choking out Zane’s name. His body locked up and

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he shoved in deep, shaking all over but still rocking as he

climaxed.

Zane closed his eyes, drinking it in, sharing it with his

lover. He shifted his hips and arched his back in an attempt to

extend the pleasure.

Ty sagged over him, struggling for air, but each time he got

half a breath, his chest caught and an aftershock tore through

him. Zane could feel it echoing through Ty to himself.

After several long moments, Ty pulled out of him with a

sound that was almost a sob and col apsed at his side.

Zane lay where he was, unable to move even if he’d wanted

to. He snaked a hand across the short distance between them

and slid his fingers into Ty’s. Ty’s hand closed around his with

a gentle squeeze.

“I just need to be able to trust you, Ty,” he whispered.

“You can. I swear you can. I’d die for you, Zane.”

Zane’s heart was in his throat as he studied Ty’s profile. “I

know.”

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y had a handful of cartridges laid out in front of him,

T
some the .40 caliber rounds for Zane’s Glock, and some

the high-powered, armor-piercing monstrosities that loaded

Liam’s sniper rifle. Ty wished they could have found less

deadly ammunition, but this was all they had to work with.

He had converted three of Zane’s shots to blanks, though

having done it without the proper equipment they might still

pack a little bit of a punch. He’d taken the bullet out, leaving

nothing but the charge, and packed them with newspaper to

seal the powder in the case.

That wad of newspaper would come out like any other

projectile, and the muzzle blast would still be powerful. It

wouldn’t kill him, though.

He was just finishing the round that Liam would be firing

at him, creating a makeshift hollow-point that should expand

and break up when it hit the resistance of the vest. He cut the

hollow of the jacket to weaken it so it would expand like a

flower on impact, rather than penetrate deeply. Without the

vest, the sharp petals of the flower would slice through flesh

two to three times the size of the original bullet.

If Liam missed, it was going to be ugly.

He lifted his head as Liam stepped into the room. The

man looked around at their preparations, an eyebrow raised.