Cut & Run (Cut & Run #1)(51)
Author: Abigail Roux

Zane gritted his teeth as the electricity of Ty’s touch flashed through him. He growled and lowered his chin, then he opened his eyes and reached out to grab Ty for an animalistic kiss as his hips jerked and he slammed into orgasm. Ty pinned him against the wall and kissed him back, enjoying the result of his efforts almost as much as Zane did. Body twitching through the climax, Zane had to gasp against Ty’s lips, crying out on an exhale as Ty’s hand kept moving while he got more and more sensitive.

Ty finally took pity on him and slid his hand back up Zane’s body, wrapping around him and kissing him more slowly as he gave him a chance to recover. Shaky and flushed, Zane relaxed fluidly into Ty’s arms and the kiss, anger sloughing off him like the water on its way to the drain.

After a long, leisurely moment, Ty pushed away from the wall and grinned as he licked his lips. “There,” he huffed, sounding very pleased with himself. “Now you can stop being so f**king cranky for a while.”

Zane snorted and laughed weakly, raising both hands to rub over his face. “Christ,” he said with great feeling as he sagged back against the wall.

Ty smiled and gave his characteristic self-satisfied “Mm hmm” before pulling the curtain back and stepping over the side of the bathtub carefully in his wet socks.

Zane watched him as the water misted over the tub’s edge. Ty’s jeans were totally soaked and clung to him like a second skin, and Zane had to 148

swallow hard. Jesus. “Good luck getting out of those gracefully,” he rasped with a slight smile, still leaning against the wall.

“Good luck thinking for the next hour,” Ty shot back with a smirk.

“Shit,” Zane muttered, turning into the spray to wash before leaning and shutting the water off.

Ty stood, silent and dripping in the middle of the bathroom, and watched him intently. When Zane turned around, water still dripped down his neck and wound in rivulets down his shoulders and chest as he stepped out of the shower to stand not six inches from the other man. Ty licked his lips and tilted his head, waiting for Zane’s next move. The other man stood there a long moment, then reached forward and unbuttoned Ty’s jeans, pulling down the zipper slowly. Ty bit his lip and tilted his head back, his eyes never leaving Zane’s even as his body thrummed with the contact.

“Good luck getting me out of these gracefully,” he echoed wryly, his voice low even though he was smiling. Zane actually smiled and chuckled as he ducked his chin and slid his hands into the wet denim over Ty’s hips, peeling it down over the equally wet briefs underneath. Ty’s eyes drifted closed, and he tilted his head into Zane’s cheek, groaning softly.

The motion warmed Zane, and he turned his cheek to rub it against Ty’s forehead while he slowly worked the wet denim down his hips. The whole thing was disconcertingly tender, but Ty didn’t want to make Zane stop by observing this out loud. Without warning, Zane hefted Ty up and sat him on the counter, moving in between his awkwardly spread knees to claim another kiss.

Ty nearly flailed. Christ, he’d never actually been picked up during sex before. He gripped Zane’s arms tightly and returned the kiss, but broke it off to warn in a rasping voice, “I don’t bottom well.”

“Is that so?” Zane drawled uncaringly. “Should I have taken that sultry grin of yours a while ago as an invitation?” he asked, his manner turning more seductive.

“Maybe,” Ty answered in a voice that was more of an uncertain whisper.

“It won’t make you any less of a man,” Zane parroted, bumping Ty’s forehead lightly with his own.

“Oh, you bastard,” Ty growled, beginning to struggle out of the vulnerable position Zane had set him in.

Zane laughed and pushed further in between Ty’s legs as he struggled, wrapping one arm around his waist, grasping the back of his neck with his other hand. “You’re stunning when you’re angry, you little f**k,” he muttered before smashing their mouths together, the odd gentility of the last few minutes obliterated.

Ty did flail then, uttering a muffled exclamation of hatred against Zane’s lips. Zane smiled into the kiss as he listened. He used to think he’d be able to quit drinking once he’d had his fill. He was already scared to death it wouldn’t work with Ty, either. But the hunger was eating him up, so much so that he was very nearly hard again already.

“Fuck,” Ty finally muttered as they broke another heated kiss.

“Is that a comment or a request?” Zane asked breathlessly.

Ty lowered his head to press his lips to Zane’s shoulder and closed his eyes. Jacking him off in the shower was one thing. Fucking would be entirely another. But hell, Ty wasn’t ever one to stop when he was ahead.

“Both,” he answered hoarsely.

Zane slid his hands to Ty’s hips, gripping them and pulling his body toward him to the edge of the counter.

“Let me get my f**king socks off first,” Ty growled as he tried to kick out of the soaking wet jeans that still clung to his ankles. Zane bent down and tugged them off one leg at a time, then yanked at Ty’s socks impatiently before standing and wrapping his arms around him to kiss him again impulsively.

Ty mumbled and put up a token struggle as Zane began dragging him out of the bathroom and to the bed, but the slight resistance in Ty’s actions fueled Zane’s desire even more.

A handful of stumbling steps later they stood at the foot of the bed Ty had claimed. Ty pulled away and suffered through a brief moment of clarity.

“Do you have supplies for this sort of endeavor?” he asked Zane before he got far enough away to meet his eyes.

Zane stalked over to his duffel and dug in it to pull out a small black shaving kit, bringing it back and tossing it on the bed. He stopped a foot away, looking at Ty evenly. The desire ran rampant through him, and he felt like he was dying of thirst. “You’re worse than the damn drink,” he muttered.

Ty raised his chin and licked his lips. He wasn’t sure if that was good or not, but it sure as hell felt good. But then, that pretty much summed up how he felt about the whole situation.

Zane had already made his decision. He wasn’t going to be able to concentrate on the case in this state, so he might as well do something about it. And the fact that Ty was ready, willing, and able went a long way toward making it a lot more pleasurable. He moved forward until their chests barely brushed. “What do you want?”

Ty inclined his head even further and tilted it to the side, looking down at Zane’s mouth and then up into his eyes. He smiled slowly. “I don’t bottom well,” he warned again softly.