Read Online Cut and Run 09 Crash & Burn by Abigail Roux - Free Book Online

different people but part of the same thing. Ty had been too distracted by the utter ridiculousness of how much that tiny needle hurt on the webbing of his finger to engage in philosophy at the time.
    “Ty,” Zane whispered against Ty’s ear. “Have you gotten distracted by something?”
    “Yeah,” Ty murmured, then grinned. “My husband.”
    Zane grabbed Ty’s arm and turned him around, pushing him against the door and kissing him possessively. “That sounds so good when you say it.”
    Ty raised an eyebrow and nodded. “I’ll be sure to scream it later. After I show you your surprise.”
    Zane took a deep breath. Ty got the door unlocked and shoved it open, pulling Zane into the row house. It was the first time he’d set foot in there for over a week. Their plan had been to come here to gather some clothes for Ty, but Ty hadn’t quite divulged all the information he had.
    Zane was silent as he followed Ty into the living room, looking around as if he thought Ty’s surprise might be alive and need a litter box.
    Ty spread his arms wide, beaming at Zane in the half-light. “It’s clear.”
    “What?”
    “I killed the bugs,” Ty said with pride in his voice that probably wasn’t deserved, considering he’d gotten rid of the listening devices by pretending to be the clumsiest ex–special forces person ever.
    “The house is clear?” Zane asked, a smile growing as he looked around the row house again.
    Ty nodded. “I know we wanted to use them to seed information, but it’s been almost two weeks, and . . .”
    “It wasn’t working, I know,” Zane finished for him. “That means I can come home?”
    Ty sighed in relief. A part of him had been afraid Zane would be irritated that he’d acted without consulting him. “For now it does. You want to see what I’ve done?”
    “What have you done?” Zane asked, dread filtering into his tone.
    “Well, I needed a good excuse for destroying the furniture upstairs and throwing it out. And then . . . well, it ended up destroyed. So I got us a new bed.”
    Zane perked up as he moved closer. They hadn’t even bothered turning the lights on, and his shadowed features in the dim living room sent a thrill up Ty’s spine. “New bed?”
    “It’s a king-sized bed,” Ty said with a slow, crooked grin.
    “I hope it’s sturdy.”
    Ty shrugged. “I haven’t been in it.”
    “Oh, we’ll have to fix that,” Zane said, drawing the words out as he approached.
    Ty snickered. He took the few steps to close the distance between them and brushed his lips against Zane’s. “Welcome home, Zane.”
    Zane smiled and kissed him gently. “Husband.”
    “That’s right. Now, come on, I want to show you your new bed.” Ty took Zane’s hand and tugged him toward the stairs.
    “ Our new bed.”
    “I thought we were going to need a forklift for the mattress. It’s one of those memory foam ones.”
    “How’d you get it up there?”
    “I utilized some surprise resources. John English stopped by.”
    “The Snake Eater? From Scotland?”
    “Yeah, he had a few hours’ layover, stopped by. I’ll tell you about it later. He helped me move the bed in. I think we got it up there on beer fumes alone.”
    Zane chuckled but stopped at the base of the stairs. He took their joined hands and kissed the tip of Ty’s ring finger. “I’ll never feel the same about these steps again.”
    Ty laughed and closed his eyes. Zane’s lips brushed against the nape of his neck, and he turned his head to meet the kiss before Zane could pull away. Zane cupped his cheek to keep him in place for the fervent kiss he delivered next. It was hot and wet, and Zane eventually broke it to pant for air.
    “You mentioned a bed,” he said breathlessly.
    “It’s a really nice bed, Zane.”
    Zane nodded and kissed him again. “Maybe we should test it to see how nice it is.”
    “Come on.” Ty grabbed Zane’s hand and yanked him up the first step, but Zane pulled Ty back and then took the first