Cut & Run (Cut & Run #1)(88)
Author: Abigail Roux

“Ty,” Zane said tiredly. It wouldn’t work. As soon as he went back to sleep he’d wake right back up. Too much time spent on a hair trigger. But he didn’t want to keep Ty awake, so he slid down and turned to his side, facing him, and laid his head down.

“Roll over,” Ty ordered in a hoarse, sleepy voice as he slid his arm under Zane’s head. He gave his shoulder a push for good measure.

Frowning, Zane let him push him to his back. Ty manhandled him until he was on his side again, facing away, and Ty snuggled against him. He wrapped his arm over Zane protectively and nuzzled his nose into Zane’s hair with a sigh.

“Sleep,” he whispered soothingly, knowing if Zane didn’t, then he wouldn’t either. It was impossible for him to rest with a tense body next to him.

Zane laid there for a long moment, surprised, but he started to relax more as Ty held him close. It was … indescribable. He could feel sleep encroaching again, and Zane hoped he might rest for a change.

He twitched slightly as he started to fall asleep; the warmth of Ty’s body and the sound of his breathing eased Zane enough that he dozed off, feeling safer in Ty’s arms than he had in a long time.

The next time one of the two men awoke, it was Ty, waking without moving. The morning light was seeping through the windows and he groaned softly. Zane still lay on his side, just where Ty had maneuvered him, deeply asleep with Ty wrapped around him. He hadn’t even moved, much less woken up again. Ty extracted himself carefully and padded into the bathroom, making as little sound as possible. When he returned, Zane still hadn’t moved.

Ty slid back into the warm bed and up next to him. He slowly kissed his neck, nuzzling into the warm skin. Zane shifted slightly and his breath caught as he started to wake, recognizing the touch as out of the ordinary.

“Morning,” Ty murmured softly as he felt Zane stir. Zane hummed quietly, almost questioningly. “Wake up,” Ty whispered.

Starting to move a bit, Zane drew in a deeper breath and turned his face up toward Ty, eyes still closed. “Time to wake up already?” he asked, voice soft and heavy with sleep.

“You’ve got an hour or so before we have to get out of bed,” Ty answered as he continued to nuzzle against Zane’s skin.

Zane made a few appreciative sounds and shifted closer to Ty. “Don’t wanna wake up … this is nice,” he mumbled.

“Want to sleep a little longer?” Ty asked in a softer voice.

“Mmm. Only if you stay,” Zane murmured faintly, about to drop back off into a doze.

“If I stay, I might do unseemly things to you,” Ty warned in a low voice as his hand moved slowly down Zane’s side.

The corner of Zane’s mouth turned up. “Mmmm. As long as I’m not dreaming it,” he murmured, smoothing his hand down over the mattress in front of himself.

Ty scooted closer, pulling Zane back by his hip as he lifted himself up more. “This is becoming distracting,” he informed Zane softly, lips moving against Zane’s ear.

Zane laughed hoarsely and finally opened his eyes. “This?” he asked, covering Ty’s hand with his own, just to touch. Ty’s fingers dug into Zane’s hip slowly, and he flexed his hips against him.

“Waking up like this every morning would have its perks,” Ty murmured without thinking as he kissed at Zane’s neck.

Biting his lip, Zane tried to ignore how much that thought pleased him—but he couldn’t ignore the curl of desire. “Yeah,” he agreed.

Ty pushed up further and pulled Zane to lie flat on his back, kissing him languidly as his hand roamed up and down warm skin. Zane slid his arm over Ty’s waist as he let him control the kiss. God, he could get used to this.

He wanted to get used to this.

Groaning softly, Ty straddled one of Zane’s legs, pushing his knee between them and forcing them apart.

“Yeah,” Zane encouraged, sliding his hands down Ty’s back and gripping his ass, pulling their groins closer together. Ty growled and kissed him harder, insinuating himself between Zane’s legs and sliding his hands under his shoulder blades to hold him still. Body relaxed and malleable from sleep, Zane moved as Ty moved, his mouth giving as Ty took, Zane’s body quickening as he tried to rock against him.

Ty gasped softly into Zane’s mouth and reached up to tangle one hand in his hair, sliding their groins together for the friction. The phone on the bedside table began to ring and vibrate demandingly, and Ty practically snarled at it before stealing another kiss. Zane’s hands tightened on Ty. He wanted so much to say “forget the phone, you’re supposed to be f**king me,”

but he let the kiss end instead of lengthening it.

Ty stretched and reached for the phone, groaning as his hips pushed into Zane even harder, and he snatched the phone up and flipped it open.

“What?” he barked in answer as he settled back down over Zane’s body. The voice on the other end was loud enough to almost be distinguished, and it was obviously female. Ty bent his head to nip at Zane’s neck as he listened.

A hum rumbled in Zane’s chest as he settled his hands on Ty’s hips, giving him the angle to pull the other man against him as he slowly rutted against his body.

Ty reached again for the bedside table, letting the voice on the phone ramble on as he grabbed the drawer pull and yanked at it. He fumbled in the drawer, finally extracting a tube of lubricant and then a torn box of condoms.

He kissed Zane again, bringing the phone close enough to Zane’s ear that he could hear a brief but heartfelt curse. Zane smiled against Ty’s lips.

Obviously it wasn’t critical enough to stop Ty from f**king him, so he couldn’t care less that the person on the other end of the line was pissed off.

To help out, Zane lifted his hips and snagged his briefs with one hand, pushing them down to his thighs.

“Yeah,” Ty whispered to him as he reached down to help, pushing the briefs further down and kissing him again. The phone fell from his hand and slid down the pillow, and he reached for the lubricant as he pushed Zane’s legs further apart with his knee. Zane kicked the briefs to the side and spread his legs more to make room for Ty. His c**k was already erect and standing.

It hadn’t taken long, not with Ty touching him. It never did. As he sucked in a breath, he turned his head and could hear the feminine voice still talking.

“Ty?” the little voice questioned angrily. “Ty! Are you even listening to me?” it shouted.