Cut and Run 7 - Touch and Geaux

over Ty’s. His grip tightened on Ty’s wrist and Ty’s heart sped up. This first round was going to be hard and messy, he could tell that much.
    “Let’s get to the bed,” he managed to grumble. “Last time we did this against a wall, my calves cramped for a week. And my back has been killing me the last couple days.”
    Zane chuckled and nodded. He put his lips against Ty’s ear, then cupped Ty through his trousers. “Tell me where you disappeared to tonight.”
    Ty huffed against Zane’s cheek. “You think you can torture me for information?”
    “Yeah I do.” He nipped at Ty’s ear, and a shiver ran all the way to Ty’s toes.
    Ty tried to laugh, but it came out as a gasp as Zane squeezed him again. “I had to get your orchid from the car.”
    Zane turned his head to brush his nose against Ty’s cheek. He was humming, as if trying to decide whether to accept Ty’s explanation. He finally chuckled, then ran his hand up and down Ty’s torso and kissed him.
    “You’re lying.” Zane’s harsh whisper broke the kiss. Ty groaned. “What were you up to?”
    Ty slung his free arm over Zane’s shoulder, holding on tight. “You always know.”
    “You have a tell.”
    Ty laughed, then sighed. “If I tell you now, you promise to still fuck me?”
    “Depends,” Zane growled.
    “Mac pulled me aside. He said we’re going to have to start looking at options that don’t involve undercover work soon.”
    Zane took a small step back, his grip on Ty’s wrist loosening. “Well, we knew that’d be coming soon. We’ve had too much exposure.”
    Ty nodded. “He said we have until November when those calendars hit the shelves. Then we’re off UC work and into strictly investigative stuff.”
    Zane chewed on his lower lip, a frown creasing his brow briefly before it passed and his fingers tightened against Ty’s wrist again. “Maybe we can start talking about the afterlife then.”
    A grin stole over Ty’s lips and he nodded. The afterlife. Their plans for when work no longer called them, for when they could come out and truly build a life together. That familiar warmth began to seep through Ty as he stared into Zane’s eyes. It wasn’t the blinding flare of consuming heat it had once been. The flash and bang were gone, but the desire had grown into something less glitzy and more intense. Ty would never get tired of feeling that way when Zane was close.
    “I love you,” Ty said, a hint of longing in his voice that he was surprised to hear. He didn’t want to have to wait for that afterlife; he wanted it now.
    Zane took Ty’s face in his hands. “I’m not going anywhere.”
    Ty’s stomach flipped at the mere thought, but he nodded.
    Zane huffed, then he was against Ty again, kissing his neck, holding him against the wall and murmuring into his ear. “I have something for you. Something I need to ask you.”
    “Ask me anything,” Ty whispered.
    Zane wrapped an arm around him. Ty could feel him trembling. His hand delved into his pocket, searching for something as he gave Ty a slow, sensual kiss. The moment held a sudden weight, something intense enough to push aside Ty’s odd sense of impending trouble.
    His instincts were proven right when his phone began to ring.
    “Don’t answer it this time,” Zane murmured. His lips dragged against Ty’s. “Please.”
    Ty shook his head. They both knew he had to. He always answered his phone, no matter the time of day or what he was doing. Deuce was constantly complaining about Ty answering his calls during sex.
    Zane stepped away with a growl. His hand was still in his pocket. “Better not be work.”
    Ty’s eyes stayed on Zane as he stalked toward the large window of the suite. “Grady,” he answered, voice still hoarse.
    “Ty,” Nick O’Flaherty said in a low voice, small and distorted over the phone.
    “Nick?” Ty cleared his throat. It hadn’t been one of the ring tones Ty associated with the man.
    “I need your help.”
    The simple phrase hit Ty hard, and his stomach tumbled. “Why, what’s wrong? Where are you?” Ty demanded as he trailed after Zane. Zane returned to his side and placed his hand on the small of Ty’s back, leaning close to listen in.
    “I’m in New Orleans,” Nick answered, his voice still pitched low. “I need you to come down here.”
    “Why, what happened?”
    “I’ve been arrested. They’re going to charge me with murder, Ty.”
    Ty stood in stunned silence for a few moments before looking up