Cut and Run 4 - Divide and Conquer

building. Because of him and his
    friends, that man, a decent man, a man he knew, was now blind. How
    many more people like him had they hurt? Or killed ?
    Graham‟s stomach turned. He ran and took the stairs two at a
    time, trying to get to the bathroom before he was sick.

    ZANE sighed as he shut the front door and leaned back against it.
    While dinner had been great—the food at Chiapparelli‟s always was—
    he‟d been tense, even in those familiar surroundings, all too aware that
    someone could walk up behind him at any time. Having Ty there had
    helped, but Zane was still glad to be home.
    “Will you put my leftovers in the fridge?” Zane asked as he held
    out the brown bag holding the plastic and tin container, stifling the
    laugh that threatened.
    Ty snatched it from him with a grunt. A moment later Zane heard
    the bag hit the floor, and without warning he was slammed against the
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    door behind him. Ty held him there by both shoulders, fingers digging
    in hard. But he ghosted his lips along Zane‟s in gentle contrast to the
    rough treatment. Zane caught his breath, surprised by the dichotomy
    and immediately interested in more.
    Ty pressed against him, licking at his lips. “I think you should
    find a new favorite restaurant,” he murmured before dragging his teeth
    across Zane‟s lower lip.
    Zane swallowed hard. “But I like that one.” He settled his hands
    on Ty‟s hips, his fingers sliding on the soft, fine fabric of Ty‟s trousers.
    “That‟s what I‟m afraid of,” Ty growled playfully. He pushed
    Zane against the door harder and forced his tongue between Zane‟s
    lips, running it along the inside of his teeth. He crowded against Zane
    in an unspoken demand.
    Heat flushed through Zane in a sudden wash, and he felt the
    urgent need to beg for more. He‟d been handled with kid gloves for two
    days now. He needed Ty all over him—the rougher the better. When
    their mouths finally parted, he deliberately fanned the flames. “Lots of
    reasons to keep going there,” he said, breathless.
    “Are you trying to make me jealous?” Ty asked in a low voice. It
    was almost a purr with Ty‟s rough mountain twang.
    Zane let out a shaky breath as he felt his body react to the arousal
    starting to spread through him. “Seems to me you already are.” He dug
    his fingers in where his hands rested at Ty‟s waist.
    Ty pushed his face closer to Zane‟s, causing his lips to move
    against Zane‟s when he spoke, his voice dropping to a growl. “I am,”
    he admitted shamelessly. Zane could feel him smiling. Ty might have
    been telling the truth, that he really was jealous, but he was also
    enjoying it. “I think you should start liking seafood instead of Italian.”
    Zane opened his mouth to answer, but a shaky moan came out
    instead. He had to stop and take a breath and try again, and he pulled
    Ty‟s dress shirt out of his waistband while he was at it. “I do like
    seafood. They have that there too,” he drawled, shifting his groin
    against Ty‟s thigh.
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    “Dammit, Zane,” Ty snarled before he kissed Zane again, with no
    regard for soft lips caught against teeth. He reached between them to
    yank at Zane‟s belt, then shoved at his jeans, pushing them down his
    hips. He forced his tongue into Zane‟s mouth hungrily and ground their
    bodies together.
    Zane‟s gut clenched; hearing and feeling Ty this worked up was a
    hell of a turn-on. And the fact that it was because Ty was feeling
    possessive…. Zane‟s head spun with delight, and he tried to give as
    good as he got. Ty pulled back from him just long enough to shuck his
    suit jacket and yank his shirt and undershirt over his head. Zane could
    feel the bare skin under his fingertips, soft and warm, shifting over
    muscles he could trace with his eyes closed. Then Ty was on him again,
    hands all over him as he tugged and yanked at Zane‟s clothing, biting at
    his lips and his chin and his neck, sucking on his earlobe and growling,
    “You‟re mine. Jersey Shore can get his own.”
    The arousal ripped through Zane so quickly that his knees went
    weak, and he sagged against the door with a soft moan, Ty‟s body
    pinning him there. “Baby,” he gasped helplessly.
    Ty finally managed to get Zane‟s shirt unbuttoned, and he pushed
    it down Zane‟s arms and left it there, tangled at his wrists. He dragged
    his hands up Zane‟s hips and around his waist to delve under his