Cut and Run 07 Touch & Geaux (41 page)

Ty was too much to resist like that, and Zane leaned down to kiss him messily, settling between Ty’s legs to let their bodies rub together as he moved.

Then he pushed back up and unzipped Ty’s jeans the rest of the way, tugging at them. He didn’t pull them off, though, instead standing to kick out of his suit pants. Ty sat up long enough to pull off his shoes and socks and toss them to the floor, then shimmy out of his jeans and boxers.

“You gonna do this wearing the jacket?” Ty asked.

Zane closed his eyes as that image flashed through him.

“You should have kept that skull bandana, Zane, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.”

“Christ, Ty,” Zane snarled. He yanked his battered leather jacket off and tossed it aside, struggling out of the rest of his clothes. Once naked, he knelt on the floor and bent over Ty’s lap, taking him into his mouth to suck and tease, hands traveling up and down Ty’s thighs and gripping his hips.

Ty breathed Zane’s name as he arched his back. It was a sound Zane had sorely missed. He had missed everything about this: the easy teasing, the feel and smell of Ty’s body against his, the sounds Ty made when Zane touched him. Zane’s month alone had been a good one, but God was he glad to have Ty in his arms again.

Zane pushed off him and raised his head to kiss him again, tugging him close, wrapping him up. He stretched his hand down Ty’s body, soaking in the warmth, re-familiarizing himself with the hard muscles and pulling at Ty’s hip.

He wanted to maul him.

The muscles of Ty’s shoulders and back bunched as he reached for Zane. He licked and kissed at Zane’s ear. “What do you want?”

“I want you the other way,” Zane commanded.

Ty raised one eyebrow. “You sure?”

Zane nodded and grinned, his hands sliding over Ty’s skin. Ty kissed him one last time, then Zane was stretched out on the couch and Ty clambered carefully over him. Ty shifted back until his cock slid along Zane’s cheek. With a groan, he dropped his head and licked along the side of Zane’s cock.

Zane didn’t waste any time. He wrapped his hands around Ty’s hips and took Ty into his mouth, yanking so Ty would thrust down. He groaned appreciatively at the added stimulus of Ty’s tongue. Very little could get Ty hotter faster than a hard cock between his lips, but it had taken Zane a few years to accept that the same might true of him. This was one of Ty’s favorite things to do. Ty had told him that many times. So why the hell shouldn’t Zane enjoy it to the fullest?

Ty started moving his hips, tentatively pushing down into Zane’s mouth. Zane heard and felt Ty’s groan.

Zane let his hands roam as he sucked, shifting to push up against Ty’s tongue, pulling down to encourage Ty to thrust harder. It worked, and Ty finally gave him a firm thrust. He was supporting himself on one arm, the fingers of his other hand wrapped around the base of Zane’s cock to squeeze.

Zane went into sensory overload. With Ty’s mouth around his cock and his lips closed around the head of Ty’s, his ears began buzzing and pleasure built in his groin. He dug his hands into Ty’s hips, dragging his fingers along his skin, then raised one knee up and worked it under Ty’s arm so he could wrap his legs around Ty’s torso. Ty gasped, pulling his mouth off Zane to curse under his breath and moan desperately before sucking Zane onto his tongue again.

Even if Zane had wanted to say something, Ty was pressed too close for him to get his mouth free. Ty’s measured strokes began to grow erratic as Ty sucked Zane harder. His fingers dragged along the crease of Zane’s thigh and slide down to tease between his legs.

Zane hiked his leg up higher, writhing under Ty’s body and moaning loudly as Ty thrust into his mouth. It was only a few more strokes before Ty groaned desperately and pushed himself up on both hands, coming almost free of Zane’s mouth. “Zane,” he gasped.

“No, come back,” Zane breathed as he grasped Ty’s hips and raised his head to take Ty back to his mouth. He licked him up and down, then ran his tongue over Ty’s balls and sucked one of them into his mouth.

“Oh
fuck
.” Ty huffed and reached for Zane’s cock, wrapping his mouth around the leaking head and starting to suck again.

After giving each one of Ty’s balls thorough attention, Zane let them roll off his tongue and guided Ty’s cock back between his lips. Ty groaned and thrust down into Zane’s mouth, harder and deeper than before, and he sucked Zane as his fingers massaged Zane’s balls.

Zane couldn’t stop the shout, but it came out muffled as Ty’s cock filled his throat. He shoved his hips upward, knees squeezing at Ty’s shoulders. Ty’s needy noises came nonstop. Zane’s cock brushed along the back of Ty’s throat.

Zane reached down to drag his fingers over Ty’s shoulder in warning. The muscles shifted under his touch as Ty bent his elbow and lowered himself further, still sucking and now sliding Zane’s balls against his palm. Ty’s thrusts into Zane’s mouth turned short and quick and hard as he began to shudder.

Zane moaned nonstop, the stimulation coming from every possible direction. He dug his fingernails into Ty’s thighs. He was going to come, and he was going to do it down Ty’s throat. He wanted nothing more than for Ty to do the same to him.

Ty’s hips stuttered to a stop before he arched his back and started to spill over Zane’s tongue. Zane sucked and swallowed and moaned, burying his nose against Ty’s balls, loving that Ty’s cum was spurting down his throat and wondering how in the hell he had never tried this before. Ty slowly dragged his lips up, teeth grazing along the shaft of Zane’s cock.

Zane sucked and swallowed as his body twisted and he shoved his hips up, chasing Ty’s mouth, barely realizing he was doing it. His cock slid on Ty’s tongue, and Ty jerked and inhaled in a rush before shuddering and starting to suck again.

Zane arched his back and threw his head to the side, releasing Ty’s spent cock and dragging his teeth against the tender inside of Ty’s thigh. Ty groaned appreciatively and Zane bit down as his orgasm washed over him, wishing like hell he could see what Ty was doing.

As the orgasm wound down, Zane’s death grip on Ty’s waist loosened, his teeth sliding against Ty’s thigh, and his body began to relax beneath Ty’s. His breaths were harsh and hard. After a long moment, Ty pushed himself to the side with a grunt and rolled off the couch to the floor. He sat with his back against it, his head coming to rest on Zane’s thigh.

Zane settled his fingers in Ty’s hair. “That was fun,” he panted.

Ty couldn’t comment. Zane’s fingers tightened in Ty’s hair.

“Why the hell couldn’t you have tried that when I could watch?” Ty finally gasped.

Zane began to chuckle, low and dark. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Either get back up here with me or go get me a bottle of water,” he muttered, still recovering from the full-body meltdown.

Ty’s low laugh turned into a hum of approval. He knelt at Zane’s side, leaning over to drop a kiss at Zane’s hip before hovering over Zane again, this time face-to-face.

“Why the hell didn’t you make me do that before?” Zane asked him. He claimed Ty’s lips for a torrid kiss that prevented Ty from laughing. But Ty was grinning when he pulled back.

Zane shook his head minutely, clutching Ty to him and shifting his shoulders until they were both on their sides on the couch. Ty sighed and closed his arms around Zane. Zane raised his chin so Ty could fit his head against his chest, and he held him as close as he could get him.

His familiar smell permeated Zane’s world.

“Who are you, Ty?”

Ty smiled against his cheek. “I was an assassin,” he whispered. “I’m a Marine. I’m the man who doesn’t miss. And I’m yours.”

Zane bit his lip on a smile.

“Who are you, Zane?”

Zane cocked his head. “I’m an artist. I’m a geek.” He felt Ty smile. “I am one badass motherfucker on a motorcycle.”

Ty began to laugh.

Zane dipped his head until they were staring into each other’s eyes. “And I’m yours.”

The next day, Ty drove Zane to work and went up with him to say hello to everyone. A celebratory mood hung in the air. Zane wasn’t the only one who had missed his partner.

Ty was wearing tattered jeans and a gray T-shirt with an angry elephant on it, holding a knife, that read “Elephants never forget, and they never forgive.” It had made Zane laugh when Ty had pulled it out, and now Zane had a hard time keeping his eyes off Ty as he settled at his desk.

They weren’t there for five minutes before McCoy called them into his office. Ty and Zane trudged along amidst the taunts and catcalls of their coworkers. Zane pulled the door shut behind him, and was shocked to see Richard Burns leaning against a file cabinet in the corner of the office.

“Glad to see you back, Grady,” McCoy said to Ty. “Garrett, have a seat.”

Zane sat, looking between McCoy and Burns apprehensively. McCoy got up and made his way out of the office, leaving them alone.

“I’ll make this brief,” Burns said as soon as the door shut. He moved toward the desk, bending and sliding his hand underneath it.

Ty and Zane shared a confused look.

Burns placed both hands on the desk. He waved Ty and Zane over, and after another moment of confusion, Ty got up to step around the other side of the desk. Zane followed. Burns spoke as they moved.

“Because of your recent exposure in the media, we’re going to be taking you off undercover work permanently.”

They’d already been warned of that much. They were in a fucking calendar, after all. Zane supposed they were just moving up the timeline after what had happened in New Orleans.

Burns pointed under the desk. Ty studied him cautiously, then knelt and peered underneath. When he looked back at Burns, his eyes had widened. Zane crouched to inspect the desk as well, and his heart stuttered when he saw a small microphone taped to the desk. A listening device.

“You’ll both be strictly investigative agents from now on,” Burns said. He laid a notecard on the desk.

Your mole is here.

Zane’s heart stuttered again. Burns’s hand came to rest on his shoulder, squeezing hard.

“Since you’re both so good at closing cases,” he said with special emphasis. “Carry on, gentlemen.”

Ty took the card, crumpling it in his hand and turning away with a last glance at Burns. He nodded, his jaw tight and his eyes hard. Zane was numb, unable to process the information. One of their coworkers was spying on them. Trying to get them killed. How much did they know? How much had they seen? How were they getting their information?

They left Burns in the office, passing McCoy in the doorway. He patted Zane’s back, giving him his usual friendly grin. Zane managed a smile and nod for his boss as they headed back to their desks.

Neither of them said a word. There was nothing to say, not here. Not now.

It barely registered when the elevator dinged, but when Ty straightened, Zane caught the movement. The look of concern on Ty’s handsome face spurred Zane to turn.

Two men in Marine uniforms stood at the elevator, speaking with McCoy and displaying a packet of official looking papers. Burns joined the discussion when it got heated.

Alston sat on the edge of Zane’s desk beside Ty to watch. “This is odd.”

McCoy argued with the Marine, growing angrier until Burns finally sent him back to his office. Burns continued the discussion, but the stoic Marine merely answered with single words. Burns finally headed to McCoy’s office too, pulling his cell phone out as he went.

Zane shared a glance with Ty, who shrugged.

One of the Marines took a few steps closer to the work groups and stood straight and tall. “Is there a B.T. Grady present?”

All eyes on the floor turned to Ty. Ty glanced around, his expression a mixture of confusion and trepidation. Then he stood, stepping away from Zane’s desk. He matched the man’s posture, a parody in his Converse sneakers and elephant T-shirt.

The Marine seemed startled, but he covered it quickly. “It’s an honor to meet you, Staff Sergeant Grady.”

“Special Agent Grady,” Ty corrected.

The Marine gave a curt shake of his head and stepped forward, handing Ty a blue packet of papers. “I’m here to inform you that you have been recalled to active duty, Staff Sergeant, by special authority of the SOCOM initiative you agreed to when you were formerly released.”

Ty reached out to take the orders, looking shell-shocked. He stared at the folded bunch of papers, then raised his head, meeting Zane’s eyes briefly before looking back at the Marine. “And what if I refuse?”

“Then your team will be recalled without you, Staff Sergeant. And you and anyone else who refuses will spend up to three years in Leavenworth for dereliction of duty.” There was no malice in the words, merely a Marine giving Ty the answer he had requested.

Ty was trying hard to keep his expression stony. “Thank you, Sergeant,” he finally said, voice tight. The Marine turned on his heel and rejoined the other at the elevator, leaving with as little fanfare as they had arrived.

“Did you just get conscripted?” Lassiter asked.

Clancy stepped forward to look at the papers. “Jesus Christ, can they do that?”