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.He grumbled as he glanced over his shoulder,and Ty pushed onto his elbow to kiss him.His hand beganto slide toward Zane s hip, dragging against his muscles, andZane hummed longingly into the kiss.He had fucked Ty lastnight, going hard as Ty wrapped around him, going untilthey were both sweating and panting and Ty was laid out andbegging in the most debauched ways possible.That didn t mean they couldn t do it again this morning,nice and slow this time.Ty was hard against Zane s ass by the time Zane tossedhis leg over Ty s knees, opening himself up a little more.Tygasped. How long do you need? Zane finally rumbled againsthis lips. Minutes, Ty hissed.He was already shoving down hisboxers in anticipation of the go-ahead.The head of his cockpushed at Zane s ass.Zane stretched and sucked in a breath to steady himself. You ve got ten. It only took two for Ty to accomplish everything Zaneloved about being taken from behind.Ten minutes after histen minutes were up, Ty was buried deep inside him, clutching342 at him, rocking into him, fucking him as they kissed overZane s shoulder, when someone knocked on the door.Zane s fingers dug into Ty s hip so he wouldn t move. Yeah, he called out, his voice remarkably normal forsomeone who was about to be caught in a very precariousposition.Ty dragged the heavy quilt up to their shoulders andburied his face against Zane s neck, rotating his hips justenough to make Zane gasp.The door creaked open and Owen poked his head in. You guys up? You could say that, Ty answered wryly.Zane tightened his muscles around Ty s cock, and Tygrunted. Irish said to tell you we re gearing up, Owen told them. Wheels up in half an hour. We ll be down, Ty told him, somehow able to make itsound casual and sleepy.Owen nodded and shut the door behind him, and Zanealmost immediately began to snicker.Ty rolled him untilhe had him squished into the mattress, and Zane was stilllaughing when Ty found his rhythm again.Zane clomped down the steps.He d settled for one of hisknives in his boot, his sheaths on his wrists, and his gun anda backup under a very light canvas jacket.He d pretty muchstuffed weapons everywhere they could be stuffed, actually.Ty shuffled after him, dragging his feet and buttoning uphis shirt.343 My shades are toast, man, Ty said as he held the brownaviators up and examined them critically. You shouldn t have sat on them, Zane said, distracted bythe heavenly smell of sizzling bacon and fresh bread waftingthrough the house. Well, I didn t mean to.These things lasted me threefreaking years, and one day in Texas and they re all, I give up. He waved his hands through the air.Zane chuckled.He stopped at the doorway to the kitchenand motioned for Ty to go ahead.Ty stepped past him, glancing up at him with a small smileas he slid his broken sunglasses onto his face. I expect morefortitude out of my inanimate objects than that. Zane raised an eyebrow. I am not inanimate. Sometimes you re not. You boys come get breakfast, Mara said.They d sent allthe ranch staff home for the week to keep them out of danger,and Mara had made herself at home in the gourmet kitchen. Yes, ma am, Ty answered without taking his eyes offZane.He winked. Come on, Lone Star. Zane followed, buoyed by Ty s good humor.If this wastheir last bit of peace, then he would be content.Mara hadlaid out a full breakfast, and she was still standing at the stove.Beverly was sitting in the breakfast nook with a cup ofcoffee.She gave them both a stiff, almost nervous smile. Good morning, boys, she offered.They both responded in kind.Was this what a normalfamily felt like?Ty took his sunglasses off again, gently bending the rims,trying to tweak them back into shape. What d those cost you, Ty? Zane asked him. Tenbucks? Fifteen? 344 Ty glanced up at him distractedly before going back to it.He had his tongue out of his mouth, tip between his teeth,and his brow was furrowed.Zane smirked, watching himsurreptitiously.Ty slid them on one last time to test his workand gave Zane a triumphant grin.Zane offered him a sarcastic thumbs-up.He sat with a jarof picante sauce and pulled the bowl of scrambled eggs to him,then tried to twist the top off the jar with his hurt hand.Ty watched in abject horror, not saying anything. It s good! Zane told him, still trying to get the top off. Zane, Ty grunted with a shake of his head.He gesturedfor the jar.Zane frowned, but extended his arm.Ty reached acrossthe table and gripped the lid of the jar with his left hand,twisting hard as Zane held the bottom.The lid popped offwith a wet sucking sound.Ty held up the lid, gave it a sniff and a grimace, then set itdown on the table.Zane rolled his eyes and grabbed up his spoon. Thanks. Ty pointed his fork at Zane as he chewed. Teamwork. Zane winked and started back on his picante sauce andeggs. The other boys been in yet? Ty asked through amouthful of breakfast. They probably went back to sleep, Zane muttered. Assholes. Love you too, Garrett, Nick said as he entered thekitchen, the others trailing in after him.He flopped a legalpad on the kitchen table between Ty and Zane. Those areyour times.Don t miss your flight. Ty picked the pad up and scowled at it. You boys did alot of planning after I left you last night, Gunny. 345 Nick shrugged, a smirk on his lips. That s what the gunnydoes. We get in an hour before you do so we don t have all theballs in one basket, Owen told them as he stole a spoonful ofTy s eggs. Balls? Zane asked.Owen held up Ty s spoon. Eggs. The others were moving through the kitchen, loading upon what appeared to be a mobile breakfast.Their bags weresitting in the foyer.They were preparing to leave.Owen continued to speak as he chewed. We ll meet atCross s safe house.Anything goes tits up, it s every man forhimself. Zane nodded, committing the information on the legalpad to memory.Ty stood, giving each man a hug.Even Liam received one,and he looked both surprised and suspicious when Ty let himgo
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