Read Online Cut and Run 7 - Touch and Geaux by Abigail Madeleine u Roux Urban - Free Book Online

“Tell me about the guy in Miami.”
    Zane snorted. He reached to help Ty out of his shirt. “Why? Does it turn you on to hear about my past conquests?”
    “A little, yeah,” Ty admitted.
    Zane arched an eyebrow. “Really?” He tossed Ty’s shirt away and pulled him closer. “Take that shower with me first?”
    Ty nudged his nose against Zane’s cheek, grinning.

    It didn’t take much to convince Ty to shuck his clothing and climb into the shower with Zane. They went about it slowly as they let the water heat up, standing in the middle of the bathroom and kissing. Zane could see them in the mirror over Ty’s shoulder. He watched his hands drag across Ty’s skin, leaving red streaks behind that soon disappeared. He watched the muscles of Ty’s back slide, the biceps with the bulldog on it flex.
    He grabbed Ty’s arm and dragged his teeth over the tattoo. “This might be my favorite part of you.”
    Ty turned his head to press a kiss to Zane’s chin. “Why?”
    “It’s who you are.” He kissed Ty again, holding him tighter. “It’s you in meta form.”
    “Zane.” Ty’s voice was harsh in his ear. “Don’t speak geek to me when you’re naked. It shatters the illusion.”
    Zane laughed and grabbed Ty’s ass, squeezing hard enough to force Ty to stand on the tips of his toes. He dragged him into the bathtub, kissing him messily as the water beat down on them both.
    “I like seeing you with your team,” Zane said against Ty’s cheek.
    “Really?”
    “It’s kind of hot.”
    Zane inhaled through his nose as he was thoroughly kissed, and he slid his arms around Ty’s waist to pull his lover against his body.
    When Ty ended the kiss and pressed his nose to Zane’s cheek, his fingers were digging in harder, giving him an almost desperate edge.
    “Sometimes I wonder who I’d be if it weren’t for them,” Ty said, his voice a whisper that barely rose above the sound of the water.
    Zane swallowed hard. He’d played that game, and all too often it resembled Russian roulette. What if he hadn’t broken with his family? What if he hadn’t joined the Bureau? What if Becky hadn’t died? What if he hadn’t gone to Miami? But all those things had put him on the road that had led him to Ty.
    And Ty’s road had been just as rocky, but it had led him here.
    “You,” Zane said, his voice thick. “You’d still be you.”
    Ty shook his head in a stubborn denial, but he kissed Zane again without offering any evidence to support his belief.
    When they broke apart, the bare honesty of what Zane wanted to say hurt him all over. But it was high time these things started being said. “Things have happened to us, to both of us, horrible things that changed us. If you want to tell me, I’ll listen, or if . . .” Zane swallowed hard. He knew that Ty had endured worse than he had, but there were dark spots in Zane’s past that he didn’t want to relive, much less tell anyone about. “If you want to know, I’ll tell you.”
    Ty’s hands slid over Zane’s hair and he patted him before kissing him again. The water was still pounding down on Ty’s back, running in rivulets down his face. “I want to know.”
    Zane nodded and slid his hands down Ty’s back to cup his ass, then slid one hand between them.
    Ty’s breath stuttered. He relaxed against Zane and kissed him again.
    Zane wrapped his hand around Ty’s cock, warm and wet and firm under his fingers. Zane had been hard since Ty had touched him, and he pushed against Ty’s thigh, moaning as he dipped his head for another kiss.
    Ty’s breaths came hard against Zane’s skin, gusting over his lips and warming his cheek as Ty pushed closer. Then his hands were gripping Zane’s arms hard and they separated, Ty holding him at bay in the bathtub. There was a familiar light in Ty’s eyes as he pushed him against the tile.
    Zane lifted his chin as he hit the cool, slick wall with a muffled thump. “God I love it when you drink.”
    Ty took one more