Authors: Unknown
them from the top of the stairs. They bonded over hot wings,
discussing all the ways the job fucked up their relationships.
Perrimore got engaged, and Zane was shocked and slightly
panicked when he asked Zane to be his best man. He had
never planned a bachelor party, but when his mind turned to
Ty, to the obvious person to ask for help, Zane pushed it away.
He could do this.
He’d driven to Philadelphia to see Deuce, Livi, and their
baby girl. Amelia Rose Grady had been born a few weeks
before Christmas, and at five months old, she was already
pul ing Deuce around like he was on roller skates. She had
her mother’s white-blonde hair, and her eyes appeared to be
turning that particular Grady green that seemed to serve as
nature’s warning to other creatures.
He had spoken to Ty every week.
It had been a good month. A good start. Zane was proud
of himself, and he realized that he hadn’t been able to say that
in a very long time.
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He finished up his paperwork and packed it away. He was
the last one in the office, and as he was walking to the elevator,
he turned to look at the stairwell. He still wondered what the
hell had happened a month ago. He believed Ty now when he
said he hadn’t known that Burns was in Baltimore the night of
Zane’s twenty-year party, but Zane knew he’d seen the man.
It frustrated him not to have all the answers.
His steps echoed in the empty parking garage. His leather
jacket creaked as he slid his arms into it. It was times like this,
times when he was alone, when the world was quiet, that he
thought of Ty. It would be just like Ty to show up now, maybe
sitting on his motorcycle with a smirk, reminding Zane that
his birthday was in a few days. That was the type of entrance
Ty would make.
Zane grinned at the thought. He found his bike sans Ty,
but the thought still made the ride home a good one.
He parked in the backyard, behind the lovingly covered
Mustang, and clomped up the steps to the door, humming to
himself. When he stepped inside, he set his helmet down on
the counter nearby and dumped his keys into the bowl next
to it.“Honey, I’m home,” he said wryly to the empty row house.
“It’s about damn time.”
Zane’s head shot up. Ty was sitting on the arm of the
sofa, smiling. He was more tanned than he had been, and
he certainly looked healthier. His hair was shorter, and the
western style shirt he wore seemed to stretch across the taut
muscles of his chest and arms.
“Ty,” Zane breathed.
“You look good.”
Zane took a few steps closer and Ty stood, his smile
growing softer.
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“You look really good, Zane.”
Zane lunged for him and wrapped him up in a hug. The
smell of Old Spice permeated Zane’s senses for the first time
in a month.
“How are you?” Ty asked as they hugged.
“I’m good,” Zane managed. He pressed his nose to the
scar on Ty’s throat. “You?”
Ty nodded jerkily. He didn’t let go of Zane. “Are you
ready for me to come home?” he asked, voice breaking.
“Yes,” Zane answered before Ty had even finished the
question. He grabbed Ty’s face in his hands and kissed him,
over and over until Ty was laughing and trying to fend him
off. At last, Zane took a step back to examine him. “How have
you been? How’s Kelly doing?”
“He’s good. They sent him home, and I think his ex-wife
plans to take care of him, so he’s desperate to get better so
she’ll leave. My suspension’s been revoked. They’re letting me
come back next week.”
Zane grinned. He grasped Ty’s hand and moved around
the sofa to pull him down with him. “Tell me everything.”
Ty licked his lips, smirking.
Zane grinned widely. “And then I’ll show you the new
sheets I put on the bed.”
Ty laughed and crawled onto the couch with him.
Zane wrapped his arms around him, pul ing him into his
lap instead. Ty straddled him, sitting back and cocking one
eyebrow at Zane.
“What’d you do while you were down there?”
“I sang. I stayed with Kelly. With Ava gone, I was the
closest thing to a relative Murdoch had left, so I took care of
his estate.”
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Zane frowned. “The bar?”
Ty bit his lip and nodded. “It’s mine. I uh . . . I closed it
up. Looking into selling it. I’ll donate whatever it makes to
one of the groups trying to rebuild. There was a kid who used
to bartend there, had real talent with the bottle juggling and
mixing and stuff. I saw him at Murdoch’s funeral. His boss is
interested in buying it.”
“You don’t want to keep it?”
Ty shook his head. “It wouldn’t last long as it is, not
without Murdoch and Ava there. Her voice was what brought
them in. He was what gave it life.”
“I’m sorry.”
Ty shrugged it off and nodded.
“Did you ever get the curse lifted?” Zane asked.
“Yes. Yes, I did,” Ty drawled, but he frowned as he patted
Zane’s chest.
“What’d the priestess tell you?”
“She told me I had dark days ahead.”
Zane didn’t want to believe in any of it—the voodoo, the
mysticism, the incredible coincidences Ty said were fate. But
the words made his stomach flip. “Do you believe her?”
Ty met his eyes. “Do you believe we met in New Orleans
because we were meant to?”
Zane’s mouth went dry. “Yeah, I do,” he whispered.
Ty nodded, looking grim. He leaned forward and brushed
his lips over Zane’s. “We’ll be okay.”
“More than okay,” Zane said. “We’ll be us.”
Ty smiled against his lips. Zane chased him when he
pulled back, kissing him again. It grew more heated, needier,
devolving quickly into two men who hadn’t seen each other
in a month and desperately wanted to touch each other. Zane
rolled Ty until they both tumbled off the couch and Ty was
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sprawled on the floor, Zane straddling him. “Have we caught
up enough that I can start taking your clothes off?”
Ty laughed, a carefree, boyish sound, and glanced to his
side, distracted by what he saw. “You moved the rug.”
“I kitty-cornered it.”
“Why would you do that?” Ty asked, aghast.
“To see you lose your shit when you got home.” Zane
leaned closer, grinning evilly. “There are other things out
of order too. Books not alphabetized. Coffee mug handles
facing different directions.” He lowered his voice to a whisper
as Ty’s eyes widened in horror. “The closet isn’t color coded.”
“You’re just watching the world burn, huh?”
Zane laughed.
“God I missed you,” Ty said in a rush of breath.
Zane grabbed a handful of Ty’s hair and tugged, and
when Ty’s head tipped back, Zane kissed him hungrily, not
letting go of him. Ty’s laugh turned into a growl, and suddenly
there was no space between them. No tears or lonely days, no
secrets and no lies. Just Ty and Zane. On the floor of their row
house. On a crooked rug.
Zane reached between them to unzip Ty’s jeans, and then
began struggling with loosening his own belt.
Ty’s growl became a groan as Zane rose up onto his knees.
Ty jerked Zane’s pants down to his thighs and sat up, kissing
his stomach.
Zane’s fingers tightened in his hair. He watched, inhaling
sharply as Ty wrapped his hands around Zane’s hips and
dragged his teeth over Zane’s hip bone. He tugged Zane’s
briefs down, grasping the back of one of Zane’s thighs.
“Jesus, Ty,” Zane managed. He wanted nothing more than
to hold the back of Ty’s head right there by his hair and shove
himself down Ty’s throat, but there was something else he’d
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been fantasizing about as he lay in bed alone, something he
had to do now that Ty was back.
So he gripped Ty’s hair harder and moved off him. “Get
on the couch,” he growled.
Zane grabbed the back couch cushions and tossed them
to the floor. Ty began to laugh again, but he climbed onto
the couch like he’d been told. He reached up to touch Zane,
fingers digging into his hips. He thought Zane intended to
fuck his mouth. He was ready for it, grinning.
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.
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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 pul ing 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, pul ing 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
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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, pul ing 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