Iron Cross: The Dartmouth Cobras #6 (8 page)

T
his had to be the nicest garage in the
world
. Tyler walked around the four cars parked inside, two of Sebastian’s, Luke’s—and now Raif’s. Off to one side, there was a workshop type area with gleaming steel doors and a big wooden table with slabs of wood on it. There was sawdust all over the floor from the latest project Scott was doing for Ramos. Looked kinda like he was putting together a cage.

A really big
-ass cage. Jami’s not that big, so…

Tyler glanced over at Luke,
half asleep on one of the two brown leather La-Z-Boys in the sitting area, and decided he didn’t want to know. He laughed as Scott waved him over to the small bar just off the sitting area and slid onto the high, red stool.

“Thought you wanted to catch up
on the drinking before we got any more?” He held up the shot glass, throwing it back, expecting vodka. He nearly choked when the biting taste of pepper and pine trees filled his mouth. “What the fuck, Scott? This shit is nasty!”

“It’s gin. You don’t like it?” Scott drained his own glass, then shuddered. “Ugh, yeah, don’t blame you.” He added his
empty shot glass to the ones he’d lined up on the bar, all different colors of the drinks he’d decided to sample. “Someone told me the pricey stuff tasted better. They lie!”

Luke snorted, a crooked smile on his lips as he stumbled from his chair, righting himself a second before Tyler had to grab him. “Don’t drink it straight, dumbass.
Is pretty good if ya mix it.”

Scott nodded, his expression grave. “Yeah, that makes sense. What do you want, Luke? A martini? Rich pets like martinis, right?”

“Oh fuck off, Scott. Like you’re poor?” Luke scowled as he reached for the bottle of whiskey Scott had left on the bar, missing it completely his first try. “Quit moving.”

He’s fucking plastered.
Tyler grinned and decided to help Luke out. He picked up the bottle of whiskey and twisted the top off. Decided he was thirsty and took a few gulps before handing it to Luke. Rubbed his eyes with one hand as his vision blurred. “I don’t think any of us should be driving.”

Scott blinked at Tyler, then laughed. “Are you nuts? None of us is getting behind the wheel of a car for
…” He looked at his bare wrist. “Hey, what time is it?”

Tyler had a phone. It was somewhere. But he
was pretty sure he wasn’t gonna find it anytime soon. So he looked at the clock on the wall. Stupid thing had weird lines on it, but no numbers. What good was a clock without numbers?

“It’s 2
…8.” Luke announced, squinting at his phone. “Not that late.”

“That’s not a time,” Scott said, smiling with his lips against his shot glass. “Go home, Luke. You’re drunk.”

Luke arched a brow and looked at the door leading into the house he shared with Ramos. “Done and done. And I gotta keep your hammered asses here now.”

Scott sputtered his drink across the bar. “Hammered asses? Are you hitting on us, man?”

The stool Tyler was sitting on didn’t seem quite stable as he leaned forward, holding his stomach because he was laughing so hard. He tried to climb up onto the nice, steady bar, but it was too high. And the stool wouldn’t stop tipping sideways. So he slid off it onto the floor. Nice, cool, shiny floor.

“Tyler, you’re a fucking genius.” Luke plopped onto the floor beside Tyler and stretched out on his back. “And
I think I’s had too much.”

“Ya think?” Scott
frowned at all the shot glasses he’d drained, then brought a bottle of bourbon and placed it on the floor in front of him as he sat with his knees bent. He folded his arms on his knees and rested his chin on them. “Damn, I know we promised never to do this again, but I feel good. How about we do this once a month and be good the rest of the time?”

One arm plopped over his eyes, Luke groaned. “You be good. I’m still young.”

“So I’m old?”

“Just a little old. You should be the responsible one.” Luke dropped his arm to
his side and looked over at Raif’s car. “You let us steal a car.”

“We borrowed it.” Tyler made a face, wishing he could lie down like Luke, but knowing they had to do something about the car. There had been a plan, but he couldn’t remember it now. “Raif’s gonna be mad, isn’t he?”

Luke moved like he was going to sit up, then stopped and just put an arm under his head, regarding Tyler with unfocused eyes. “I thought you hated him? He treated you like crap and punished you and—”

“I wanted to be punished, but then I started thinking about my mom
, and it’s weird thinking about her when I’m at the club, but my head was getting all messed up and I’m worried.” Tyler inhaled to replace all the air he’d let out in the rush of words. Then he tugged at his bottom lip with his teeth. “And Raif… I don’t know how I feel about him. And I blame you guys.”

“I blame us too,” Scott held up the bottle in cheers before tipping it to his lips. After he swallowed, he held the bottle
with both hands and grinned at Tyler. “We’ve corrupted you. You see how good we’ve got it, just loving who we love, not giving a shit what anyone thinks.”

Luke rolled his eyes and bumped Tyler’s knee with his fist. “It’s the drunk voice of reason. Listen up.”

Tyler shook his head. “But that’s it. I’m not like you guys. I’ve never tried anything with a—never wanted to…” He groaned when Scott and Luke just stared at him, waiting. “He’s a boy!”

“Raif’s a man, Tyler. And you’re a man. And you don’t think men should do stuff.” Luke sighed. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”

“And the
last
person you should be starting with is Raif.” Scott’s tone grew bitter as he glared at the wall. “I don’t trust him.”

“Me neither.” Luke’s lips twisted like he was thinking hard. “We started
angel boy’s corruption. We should finish it.”

Ha! Like I can get any worse.
Tyler hung his head, remembering how mad he’d made Chicklet. Well, maybe not mad. Disappointed. And not because he’d played after getting hurt, but because he’d made a decision and then acted like he couldn’t take two steps without her waving pom-poms at him.

Laura was Chicklet’s slave and she needed Chicklet taking away all her choices when she wasn’t at work. From the clothes she wore to what she ate. H
e and Chicklet had talked once about whether he needed something like that and the answer had been a great big “No.”

He didn’t want to be a slave and he wasn’t a kid. Maybe that’s what he could do to make Chicklet proud of him.

Prove it.

He looked at Scott, then shook his head. “Scott’s having enough trouble with Raif and Pearce. He can’t be finishing anything.”

“I agree.” Luke’s eyes drifted shut and his lips slanted in a sleepy smile. “Guess I gotta do it.”

Might as well just go for it.
Tyler wet his lips with his tongue and leaned over Luke. Took a deep breath and tried to hear Chicklet’s voice. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? He wouldn’t prove nothin’ by asking her what he should do, even if it was in his own damn head. She encouraged him to try new things. The way their relationship was set up, he had a green light for just about anything. So long as it didn’t change how he served her.

And this wouldn’t. This would just
…just clear things up.

He moved so fast his lips slammed down on Luke’s. Hurt a bit. Then a lot more when Luke shoved him off and his back hit the pavement.

“What the fuck, Tyler?” Luke’s tone was sharp. He slapped his hand on the center of Tyler’s chest before Tyler could sit up. Cocked his head as Tyler gaped up at him. A devious smile spread across his lips. “If you’re gonna kiss me, wanna make it less like a punch in the mouth?”

“Uh
…sorry?” Tyler couldn’t tell whether or not Luke was pissed about the kiss. He didn’t look it. Actually, he looked a little scary. Tyler swallowed. “But I did it and, umm, didn’t do anything for me. I don’t like dudes.”

That had both Scott and Luke laughing like freakin’ morons. He tried to push Luke off him. Dropped his head back and sighed heavily when Luke wouldn’t budge.

Luke raked his fingers into Tyler’s curls, bending down, his eyes hooded. “If I didn’t know one kiss would make you think you were in love with my man, I’d ask Seb to do this. Tomorrow, we’ll both agree we were drunk and did some stupid shit. We’re just friends, right?”

“Right.” Tyler shivered, something about the way Luke held him, the
way he spoke—if they were both wolves in a pack, Luke wouldn’t be the biggest or the strongest, but Tyler would be beneath him. And he could either bare his throat in submission or have it ripped out.

“Relax, kid. I ain’t gonna hurt you.” Luke traced Tyler’s bottom lip with his tongue. The liquor on his breath made Tyler’s head spin. He opened his mouth
to the kiss, shaking hard as Luke’s tongue touched his, not sure whether he wanted more but pretty damn sure he didn’t want to stop. Luke’s lips were hot. Soft. He used just enough pressure to show Tyler who was in control as he took his time exploring Tyler’s mouth.

Scott made a strangled sound and put his hand on Luke’s shoulder. “
Enough. You proved your point.”

Holy shit! What the hell am I doing?
Tyler scrambled out from under Luke, feeling dizzy and even more confused than before. He grabbed the bourbon and took a few long gulps. Scrubbed his mouth with his fist to get rid of the taste of his best friend’s mouth.

“I should get out of here. Fuck.” Tyler stood. Swayed. Spun around and slammed into Scott, who had some super speedy powers. When had he moved? And who cared? Tyler twisted when Scott grabbed his arms. “Let me go.”

“Tyler, listen to me. I’m Switzerland.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Yeah, and so are you. And so is Luke.” Scott moved one hand to rub his eyes. “What I mean is I’m not a Dom, or a sub, or a switch. I’m just a little kinky.”

“And I don’t like boys. And even if I did—” Tyler loved Luke, but almost like a brother. And that was fucked up because that made the
ir kissing fucking gross. “I shouldn’t have done that. Things will be weird now. I don’t wanna fuck Luke.”

“I wouldn’t fuck you, Tyler. You’re not Seb.”
Luke finally managed to make it to his feet. He walked in a crooked line over to Raif’s car. “And you’re not Jami. But you act kinda like Jami. Is a little weird.”

“Because he’s a sub, you idiot.” Scott shook his head. Then took the bourbon from Tyler. “It was a kiss. You probably won’t remember it tomorrow
, so no worries, all right?”

Tyler nodded, grunting when Scott hugged him and slapped his back really
, really hard. They both turned to watch Luke climb into Raif’s car.

“No driving, Luke,” Scott said, sounding annoyed.

Luke rolled his eyes. “No shit? Car’s gotta get out though. In neutral. I steer, you push.”

“Right.” Scott motioned to the front of the car. Together, he and Tyler
pushed the car toward the front of the garage. Gained some momentum. Scott suddenly latched on to Tyler’s arm and shouted. “Brake, Luke! The door isn’t—!”

Smash!
The car tore the bottom half of the closed garage door from its frame. Tyler ran to the back of the car as Scott helped Luke out of the front seat. Red shards littered the pavement from the broken taillights. He ducked under the folded metal of the garage door, wincing as he took in the damage.

Scott and Luke joined him. Luke had a bump forming on his forehead, probably from the steering wheel. But he didn’t look like he was in pain.

He looked as shocked as Tyler felt. He cursed under his breath.

The sound of sirens, coming closer, made the blood in Tyler’s veins colder than the raindrops plopping on his head.

They were so screwed.

A low whistle had them all turning. A girl
who looked kinda like a young Avril Lavigne, shoulder-length blonde hair streaked with blood red, stood halfway up the driveway. Her coat and baggy pants had to have come straight from an army surplus.

She tugged her camo beanie hat low and glanced nervously at the approaching cop cars. “Umm, Luke, I know you probably aren’t too thrilled to see me, but you mind not telling anyone I was here?”

“Damn it, Sam!” Luke pulled his keys out of his pocket and tossed them to her. “Get inside. I won’t say nothin’.”

A sweet smile on her lips, the girl, Sam, snatched the keys out of the air and darted for the front door. She spun around at the last second, calling out. “Thought I was in trouble, bro, but kinda looks like you’re in worse! Good luck!”

“Trouble? What trouble?” Luke stepped away from Tyler and Scott. Frowned when the squad cars screeched to a stop at the end of the driveway. “Damn it, what’s that little punk done now?”

Scott cleared his throat as the cops started getting out of the cars. “She’s right, man. We kinda got our own problems.”

“Yeah.” Luke shook his head sadly, looking over at the busted garage door. “Seb’s gonna be so mad.”

Tyler had to fight really hard not to laugh. He put his hands up as the cops yelled at them, the noisy sirens making his head pound. His stomach did a nasty flop, like he was on a ship caught in crashing waves.
He probably shouldn’t have drunk so much.