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yet. Mac said the girl was afraid of him, didn"t know why he wanted to hurt people.”

Zane could feel Ty coiling like a snake about to strike. It was painfully obvious that anger and frustration and guilt and probably a myriad of other emotions had been building inside him the last few days, possibly weeks. He raised his head and breathed out slowly, resting his head against Zane"s shoulder as the tension inexplicably ebbed.

He rubbed a hand over his face and turned in Zane"s arms.

“It"s not like you to bottle up like this,” Zane said, taking in the unusually dark circles under Ty"s eyes.

Ty met his gaze silently for a long moment, then snaked his arms up around Zane"s neck and hugged him, burrowing his face under Zane"s chin. Zane held him tight, feeling his eyes prickle, determined not to move from this spot until Ty was ready.

When Ty finally spoke, his voice was muffled, with a wry twist to it. “I"m sorry I went ballistic on you.”

Zane wrinkled his nose. “Could"ve been worse. Some good did come of it,” he replied, opening his eyes, the flood of relief at being able to see still fresh.

“You deserved it.”

“Not arguing.”

Ty raised his head to look at him, finally releasing him and leaning back against the counter. He looked spent, physically and emotionally. “Are you really better?” he asked in sincere concern.

“Your eyes?”

Zane relaxed, though the worry for his lover"s state of mind still loomed large. “Still a little bleary, but almost back to normal. Doctor said not to be surprised if there was a little more bleeding or blurring.”

He shrugged as he lifted one hand to cup Ty"s cheek. “More than anything, I needed to see you again,” he whispered.

Ty rewarded the honesty with a melancholy smile. “I missed you too. Jerk,” he tacked on, smile growing.

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“Yeah, I deserve that,” Zane murmured as he stroked his fingers along Ty"s cheekbone. “I might have left a bruise here.”

Ty rolled his eyes. “Of course you did.”

Zane leaned down and brushed his lips gently over the abused cheek. Ty"s eyes fluttered shut, and Zane felt the shiver run through his body.

“That"s better,” Ty whispered, voice gone rough.

“Will you let me stay?” Zane murmured, lips brushing Ty"s skin.

“I don"t
let
you do anything, Zane,” Ty answered, voice low and dry. His fingers slid into Zane"s hair. “But I"d really love it if you stayed.”

Zane tipped his head to one side. “As long as you want.”

Amusement flashed through Ty"s eyes. “You"re practically groveling.”

Zane hummed in agreement. “Is it working?”

“I
am
finding you oddly attractive,” Ty deadpanned.

“What can I do to make myself irresistibly attractive?”

Ty glanced up like he was pondering the question. Then he started shaking his head. “No, too many memories of horrible puns.”

Zane huffed, feeling a little more of the tension in the air ease. He almost threw back a flippant answer, but instead he said, “I"ll give them up, if you want.”

“No you won"t,” Ty said with a bark of laughter.

“I"d try,” Zane insisted, lowering his arms to curl them around Ty"s waist.

Ty rolled his eyes again, grinning now and shaking his head in exasperation. “Christ, Zane, just kiss me already.”

Zane did, thankfully, earnestly, letting it soak in that Ty had forgiven him. The unresolved danger still hung over their heads, but for now, Zane had Ty in his arms and wasn"t being sent away or left behind.

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Ty seemed willing to cooperate, returning the languid kiss as his hands moved under Zane"s jacket. It didn"t last nearly long enough before he pulled away and patted Zane"s hip. “Let me make a phone call, okay?”

Zane nodded and let go, though reluctantly, as Ty sidestepped away from him, going around the counter to the corner of the kitchen where he kept his phone charger. He unplugged the cell phone and turned it on, then dialed and watched Zane as he waited for an answer.

It was hard to read Ty"s expression, and Zane suffered a moment"s uncertainty, struck with the feeling that he still needed to make amends for something.

Ty"s conversation was short. “Hey, man. I need to bail on you today.” He looked down as he spoke. “No, everything"s fine. I just need to take care of something. I"ll catch up with you later, okay? Okay.

Bye.”

When he ended the call, he plugged the phone back in, then leaned on the counter to look at Zane expectantly.

Zane resisted the urge to fidget. “Should I… be apologizing again?”

Ty shook his head. “Deuce,” he explained without looking away.

“He"s been in town for some shrink thing.”

Though Zane was surprised and pleased to hear that Ty"s brother was in town, he didn"t really care at that exact moment. “I don"t want to talk about your brother,” he managed to get out, though not quite evenly.

“No?” Ty asked innocently. Finally, that flash of mischief appeared in his eyes. True to form, he was enjoying these last moments of Zane"s torture for revenge. He forgave easily, but he didn"t exactly forget. “I just cleared my whole day, Garrett. What do you want to talk about?”

Zane knew he was being needled. “Baby,” he pleaded.

“Oh, you"re pitiful. Fine,” Ty muttered, rolling his eyes as he made his way around the counter. “Let me go find some pants,” he said. He patted Zane"s hip on the way to the stairs.

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Zane followed close behind, reaching out to pluck at the towel as they climbed the stairs. “You don"t need pants,” Zane said, starting to smile. “In fact, you don"t even need this.”

Ty turned to look down at him, standing naked on the steps, unruffled. He raised one eyebrow, obviously trying not to smile. “Is that so?”

“That is so,” Zane acknowledged, stopping and smoothing his palm over Ty"s ass before patting it and nodding up the stairs.

Ty huffed at him stubbornly. “Fine. I"m sick of weird furniture imprints on my ass, anyway,” he said with a crooked, impish smile. He turned and headed up the steps as he spoke. “There are still people who would like very much to kill us, you know. And co-workers randomly dropping by to make sure we"re alive.”

Zane shook his head as he followed Ty. “Right now all I care about is you.”

Ty stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to look down at him.

He stayed there until Zane was just a step below him. “You should try saying that more often.”

Zane looked up to meet his eyes seriously. “I will.”

Ty reached out to tug on his hair, then turned and headed for the bedroom. Zane took that as approval of what he"d said and smiled, then followed right behind him, not stopping until he stood on the threshold.

Leaning there, he watched the lithe flow of his lover"s body as Ty yanked the curtains on the balcony doors closed and then turned to Zane in the dimmed room, wearing that smile of his again. Zane figured it could either bode well for him… or
very
well for him. With a smirk of his own, he knelt and started unlacing one of his boots.

Ty moved around the bed, messing with the covers, digging into the bedside drawer. He certainly didn"t have any clothes to get rid of, and Zane caught himself watching instead of unlacing. He jerked one boot off and tossed it aside, then switched knees and started on the other. Maybe he"d wear his cross-trainers and start driving the truck a little more, once he got it back, instead of riding the Valkyrie and wearing boots. He knew Ty would approve. Zane glanced up, and Ty 254 | Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux

raised an eyebrow at him. He was standing beside the bed, waiting patiently. So patiently, in fact, that it was almost suspicious.

Distracted by watching him, Zane slowed as he pulled off the other boot and let it thump to the carpet. “What?”

Ty shook his head. “Just waiting for you, Christmas.”

Instead of getting up, Zane waved Ty over. “C"mere.” The bed was handy—Ty could sit and be somewhat in one place, and Zane was on his knees and would be able to touch and watch all he wanted. If Ty cooperated.

Ty moved to stand in front of him and ran one hand into Zane"s hair affectionately. Zane smiled and reached up to slide his hands around the backs of Ty"s thighs. “You watched over me for over a week. Why don"t you let me pay attention to you for a while?”

Ty cocked his head and looked down at Zane in bemusement. “I was imagining less talking and more being tackled to the bed when we came up here,” he said wryly as he twirled a lock of Zane"s hair around his finger. “What"d you have in mind?”

Zane decided he"d rather show than tell. Still grasping Ty"s legs, he leaned forward and licked a long swath up Ty"s inner thigh, dragging his tongue along the side of Ty"s cock to the soft skin in the crease of his leg.

Ty"s hand tightened in his hair, and he made a soft whuffing sound as his body tensed. Encouraged, Zane dropped his head and repeated the movement on the other side, this time angling further between Ty"s legs and nosing against him gently. He heard Ty catch his breath, and it helped bolster the nerves fluttering in his stomach. This was the first time he"d ever attempted this. When Ty"s hand tightened further in his hair, Zane could tell that he was trying desperately to hold still.

Zane tried not to smile. “Want to sit down?” he asked, glancing up the length of Ty"s body as he mouthed along the side of Ty"s thickening erection. Ty nodded jerkily, but he didn"t move. “I promise I won"t stop,” Zane said as he leaned back before pushing slightly at Ty"s hips. The bed was just two small steps behind him.

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Ty took one big step back and sat down heavily. His trademark grin was long gone. Zane thought he might have caught a glimmer of concern in Ty"s eyes, but it was hard to tell. Apparently Ty—or Ty"s body, at least—approved of Zane"s choice of attentions: he was rock hard, and there was a slight tremor to his hands.

“Relax,” Zane said as he shifted to kneel between Ty"s knees.

“You don"t need to do this,” Ty whispered to him with a shake of his head.

Zane propped one arm across Ty"s knee and met his eyes. “I want to,” he said simply. And he did. He"d thought about it several times, and it had turned into almost something of a craving. A craving that now got Zane hard whenever he thought of it. He
wanted
to be on his knees for Ty.

Ty lay back on his elbows, his eyes still locked on Zane"s. Zane took care not to break that eye contact as he lowered his head, took Ty in hand, and licked around the swollen head of Ty"s cock, slow and deliberate. His stomach cramped with a jumble of nerves and need and desire and excitement.

Ty caught his breath and lifted his chin, his eyes drifting shut. Zane could feel the muscles in his thighs tense as he tried to restrain his movements. Zane used his free hand to stroke along Ty"s leg and up his belly as he closed his mouth over Ty and suckled tentatively. Ty seemed a lot bigger when he was between Zane"s lips. It was an odd feeling, the head of Ty's cock on his tongue. But he liked it.

He liked the way it filled his mouth and the way the skin was soft against his lips. He even liked the way he could taste Ty leaking onto the tip of his tongue.

Ty"s hand slid into his hair again, his fist tightening but not actually moving Zane"s head. It was reassuring, and Zane settled in to figure out what he could and couldn"t handle, what he liked, and most importantly, what made Ty shudder under his hands. It was warm and wet and more than a mouthful, and the sensation of Ty twitching on his tongue almost did Zane in. Feeling Ty"s reactions had Zane so aroused that he was hurting, and he dropped one hand to unbutton his jeans for some relief.

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Ty cursed under his breath, lifting his hips just slightly as he writhed. Zane groaned in reaction and clutched at himself as he moved his other hand to splay over Ty"s abdomen, riding the movements.

“Fuck, Zane,” Ty gasped, his voice strained. The muscles under Zane"s palm tightened as Ty moved again. He might have been doing everything he could not to move his hips, but it was becoming obvious that it was a losing battle.

Zane pulled off of Ty and had to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. “Go ahead and move. I"m not going to let you choke me,” he added before wrapping his hand around the shaft of Ty"s cock and using his mouth to cover the head. He could taste Ty more now, that odd spiciness on his tongue, and he moaned. He thought he might like it if Ty came in his mouth, but he wasn"t that brave. Yet. Ty echoed the sound he made, slightly more desperate. He reached down to grasp at Zane with his other hand, his fingers dragging against Zane"s shoulder as he lifted his hips off the bed. Zane looked up to see him—Zane wanted to see it, wanted to see all of it.

Ty had his head back on the bed, his chin jutting upward as his lips parted on a groan. Every muscle in his body was tense. He breathed out sharply and looked down at Zane when he felt him move. He reached down and pressed his palm against Zane"s cheek.

Zane turned his face into Ty"s hand, rubbing, and after another few moments, he slowly let Ty slide out of his mouth and then licked his lips as he started pumping his fist over Ty"s cock, just how he knew Ty liked.