Cut and Run 08 Ball & Chain (14 page)

Zane’s desperate half growl tore out of him as he writhed under Ty, body twisted, so turned on that it hurt, jolted by sweet agony every time Ty almost entered him.

“Ty . . . Ty, oh fucking God, please,” he whimpered, his entire body shaking. “Please . . .”

Ty pushed at his head to turn him into another brutal kiss. “Louder,” he snarled.

“Please!”

Ty’s hands tightened almost painfully, and he flexed his hips, and the angle of Zane’s twisted body was just right to let him push the head of his cock inside. He rocked there several times, forcing Zane apart, causing him to cry out again, then he shoved in harder, rocking Zane’s body against the thick carpet.

Zane’s shout of pleasure and pain echoed off the walls. His gasps were caught between Ty’s lips, and it was a near-impossible struggle to stay still as Ty rocked into him, to keep his hips at that perfect angle, one leg straight between Ty’s knees and one drawn up to his chest as Ty took him from above. He needed to move, to ease the ache of invasion, to intensify the brutal pressure. God, he loved it, Ty forcing his way in, laying claim to Zane’s body.

He was on the edge of completely falling apart. Thank Christ Ty was there to keep him together, just like he’d always been. His cries turned to wails. “Please!”

Ty finally loosened his hold, and his hands began to roam again as he started a slow, steady rhythm. “Move, baby.”

“Oh
fuck,
thank you,” Zane gasped, turning to angle his hips as Ty pushed into him. He squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them to see Ty over his shoulder.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Ty panted. He pulled at Zane’s leg, turning him again to laying him out flat, belly to the rug, hips off the floor, and drove into him mercilessly.

Zane’s shouts became louder and more frequent. He looked over his shoulder so he could see Ty fucking him, see him losing control. Ty pressed his cheek against Zane’s shoulder as he picked up his pace, his panting breaths harsh in Zane’s ear and sweat dripping from his temples. Zane loved the sensation of Ty’s hips flexing against his ass, his knees pushing at Zane’s with each thrust, his fingers digging into Zane’s shoulders as Ty used his body for leverage.

Zane couldn’t have stopped his cries if he’d wanted to. The pleasure was overwhelming, and not even the pain of his own need for release could distract him.

Ty slowed and pushed himself up, trailing gentle fingers over Zane’s shoulder blades. His hips were still thrusting into Zane, and his entire body was gleaming with sweat from his efforts and the heat of the fire just feet away. The change in momentum drove another husky wail out of Zane. His back arched almost painfully, and he threw a hand out, his fingers again digging helplessly for some sort of leverage from the rug.

“You better wait for me, you hear me?” Ty warned. He snapped his hips forward, driving deep into Zane with a growl of pleasure, forcing another shout.

Ty had been so close to the edge since he’d been home, fighting so hard to stay in control. Maybe what he needed was just to simply let it go.

“Don’t stop.”

Ty returned to the same punishing rhythm he’d started with, obviously not caring that Zane was trying to prolong it. Then he pulled back until the head of his cock was forcing the tight muscles of Zane’s ass to spread and spasm, and made Zane roll his body again, one leg up as Ty drove hard into him.

Their eyes met, neither of them blinking or looking away as Ty thrust into him over and over.

Ty couldn’t keep up the punishing rhythm for much longer, even though Zane begged him to continue. He pushed his face against Zane’s neck and cried out Zane’s name. Zane dragged his blunt fingernails down Ty’s back, pleading with him not to come yet, begging him to keep fucking him, hard and merciless. Ty’s answer was another agonized shout of Zane’s name as he emptied himself deep inside him.

Zane soaked it all in, quivering uncontrollably. Ty was solid and warm in his hands, and he didn’t let go while Ty kept moving inside him. He would never get enough of that feeling.

Ty’s hips continued to rock as he laid himself down over Zane. He moaned, the sound tortured and exhausted. “Jesus Christ, you’re fun to fuck,” he rumbled as he pressed his lips to Zane’s neck.

Zane groaned and shivered hard, turning his chin to give Ty all the access to his neck he wanted. That scruffy beard scraping across his skin was indescribably sexy. Whatever the reason Ty had grown it while he’d been gone, Zane was damn glad he’d kept it. Ty kissed under his jaw one last time before pulling out of him with a plaintive moan. He was damp, and his body glistened in the light of the fire and the morning sun.

Zane moved to take himself in hand, but Ty reached for him instead. He wrapped talented fingers around Zane’s cock and stroked him lazily as they kissed. Then he scooted down and took Zane’s cock in his mouth. It wasn’t long, maybe a minute or two, and Zane was shouting helplessly as his entire body seized, muscles cramping, fingers digging into Ty’s hair, hips jutting upward. He choked out a last moan and came so hard his vision sparkled, each thin stream coating Ty’s tongue as he sucked Zane through it, driving his moans louder and louder into a pained yell and then a begging sob.

Ty sucked and pumped him until Zane had spent every last drop of himself, then pulled off and kissed Zane’s hip. He rolled to his back and sprawled out on the rug, eyes closed and chest heaving.

The gust of air from Ty’s movement sent another shudder through Zane. He could still feel Ty all over him: smarting bite marks, the whisker burn on his throat and shoulders, rug burn on his chest, elbows, and knees, sore spots from Ty’s fingers digging in, and best of all, Ty’s cum sliding down his leg. He felt absolutely mauled.

Eyes still shut, he reached out to his side and his fingers met Ty’s hip. He stroked the heated, damp skin. A moment later, Ty’s fingers tangled with his, lacing together. Ty didn’t say anything. They were content to hold hands as they lay on the floor together, soaking in the warmth of the fire and the morning sun stretching toward them.

Once their breathing calmed and the ringing in Zane’s ears faded, he heard the muffled sound of Nick and Kelly in their bedroom, catcalling and applauding. Ty must have heard it as well, because they both began to laugh at the same time.

“Is it wrong that I’m turned on by the idea of forcing your friends to listen to us having sex?” Zane asked with a frown.

Ty laughed harder. “Just don’t tell Nick that. He’ll offer to critique your performance. Or worse, join us.”

“Can’t have that.” Zane dragged Ty closer, snuggling him even though they were both still sweating and kind of gross. “Did you see the note in the bathroom about saving water since the island is run on a self-sufficient energy system?”

Ty smiled against Zane’s lips. “Must have missed that.”

“Means we should probably shower together again, don’t you think?”

Ty was already nodding. “For nature.”

“Obviously.”

Ty chuckled and they shared a languid kiss. Ty was smirking when they parted. “Marry me, Zane,” he whispered.

Zane burst out laughing and sat up. These weren’t exactly the ideal conditions for a proposal they needed to be telling to family. “Nuh uh.”

“Oh, come on!” Ty called after him as he ducked into the bathroom. “Lying naked on a rug in front of a fireplace in a fucking castle?”

“Nope.” Zane caught himself grinning in the mirror, but he didn’t even try to wipe it off when Ty joined him.

Ty shoved him against the sink to kiss him. He mumbled against his lips. “You might have to lower your standards.”

Zane hummed. “How about you . . . up yours?”

“Is that . . . is that a pun?”

Zane held to Ty as he tried to pull away.

Ty rolled his eyes. “Jackass.”

Ty and Zane were some of the first people down to breakfast, beaten only by Chester, Ty’s parents, and Nick and Kelly. The five of them were sitting at a table together, talking.

Ty glanced around the morning room, surprised by the nerves he felt when he saw Nick with his family. He gave Zane’s shirtsleeve a tug at the doorway, stopping him from entering the room before the others saw them. Zane let him draw him to the side, out of sight.

Ty hesitated and peered around the door again. Earl and Nick were carrying on what appeared to be a pleasant conversation. Earl was laughing, and Nick looked like he might be telling a story. Ty turned to Zane. “How much do you know about Nick’s father?”

Zane raised both eyebrows, obviously confused. “Nothing?”

Ty sighed. “Okay. Well, Nick’s dad used to beat the hell out of him. I mean legitimately should have spent time in jail for what he did. When we graduated from Basic, our parents all came down for the ceremony and they took us out for dinner that night. They got into an argument, and Nick’s dad started in on him and then walked out when Nick stood up for himself. Let’s just say Dad took offense and basically adopted Nick after that.”

Zane nodded, still frowning in confusion. “I thought Earl didn’t even remember Nick’s name from the snake incident.”

Ty shook his head. “He was just messing with you, trying to make you nervous about hiking. Nick spent practically every leave with us after that. Ma and Dad are pretty close to him. I’m telling you this so . . . just don’t let Nick know how Dad reacted when Grandpa outed us, okay?”

Understanding finally dawned on Zane’s face, and anger swiftly followed.

“Please?” Ty tried. “Dad can handle himself, he deserves what he gets, but Nick . . . Nick sees my parents as his own.”

Zane schooled his initial emotions, merely nodding instead. “I promise. For Nick, not for Earl.”

“Thanks, Zane,” Ty whispered, and he slipped his arm around Zane’s waist as they headed into the breakfast room.

They were greeted by the others with good mornings from Earl and Mara, and knowing smirks from Nick and Kelly.

Ty plopped down in the seat next to Kelly and peered over at his friends. “What the hell happened to you two this morning?”

Nick began to snicker and Kelly rolled his eyes as he took a sip of coffee. “I fell out of the bed.”

“Fell?” Zane asked. “Or you were pushed?”

“Legit fell. Rolled right out of that thing and took the covers with me. I dreamt I was being attacked by a giant squid and woke up thinking I was drowning.”

“I woke up cold and very confused,” Nick added.

Ty couldn’t help but laugh.

Kelly smiled slyly. “What happened to
you
this morning?”

“I wasn’t attacked by a giant squid, if that’s what you’re asking,” Ty drawled. He glanced toward the end of the table at his grandfather, giving him a smart salute. “Gramps, how’s it going?”

Chester grumbled over his bacon and eggs, piling them all together onto a piece of bread to make a sandwich. He glanced up at Ty and Zane, narrowing his eyes before turning his attention to Nick, who was sitting next to him and minding his own business.

Chester pointed his fork at Nick’s face. “When I was your age, sonny, they used to say redheads was relations of Satan.”

Kelly choked on his breakfast, but Nick just gave Chester an enigmatic smile.

“What do they say about you now?” Chester asked him.

Nick gave an easy shrug. “They say we have no soul.”

Chester pursed his lips, nodding thoughtfully as he patted one gnarled hand against Nick’s shoulder. “Eh. True enough.”

Nick raised both eyebrows, but then he held up his orange juice and Chester toasted him by tapping his coffee to the glass. Kelly was still coughing, trying to swallow and laugh at the same time. He finally had to excuse himself and stumbled out of the room to go find somewhere to spit it out.

Ty glanced at Zane and found the man hiding his face with both hands, laughing silently. At least now he knew it wasn’t just him Chester spoke to that way. But Nick had always taken Chester’s eccentricities in stride, probably even better than Ty and Deuce did because Nick just never gave a fuck.

Nick was still smiling, shaking his head as he ate. From the first time Ty had brought him home, he’d fit into the Grady family shockingly well. Earl had taken a special interest in him after the scene Nick’s father had made at their graduation. Whether Nick’s father would have tried to hit Nick in front of them all was questionable, because men like him usually worked behind closed doors, but Ty had known immediately that he was going to have to pull his father off Nick’s if a punch was thrown.

Ty realized he was staring at Nick, frowning with the memories. Something about Nick had been off ever since they’d been deployed, and it had gotten worse once they’d returned home, but Ty couldn’t put his finger on it. Something just felt . . . wrong. Nick was keeping something to himself, something that was troubling him. Ty told himself to find some time alone with his best friend to see if he needed to talk.

Zane jabbed him in the ribs. “You okay?” he whispered in Ty’s ear.

Ty tore his eyes away from Nick and nodded, realizing belatedly that Earl had been speaking to him. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I asked how your night went, but I guess I know,” Earl said with a short laugh.