Ball & Chain(38)

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.”