Ty

 

His shorty had him wide open. From the second he’d seen Kell step out of the elevator, his necklace gleaming against his ivory skin, he’d been hard. And it had taken every ounce of willpower he had not to drag Kell straight to that hotel bed and love him until sweat drenched their bodies. But that wasn’t the plan. While his hotel suite was nice, Kell deserved better than a quick, horny romp in a bed that probably hundreds of other men had used. Forget that. Nothing but the best for his heart.

He almost busted out laughing when he came out and Kell got a look at his conservative outfit. That peach, pouty mouth morphing into a disappointed grimace was almost his undoing. The turtleneck may’ve been a bit much, but he didn’t want to tease Kell. It was difficult enough waiting, wanting, but still having to be around each other, think cleverly and work effectively together.

Ty already had everything organized and laid out on the dining table. Ford had sent a shit load of information on both their jumpers. The blueprint of the club and even the back and side streets. Kell was intently reading over their first guy’s statement he’d given to the police.

“This guy really is a dreamer. He just wants his chance at fame,” Kell said softly.

There was his fiancé’s huge heart. “He sure does. And we’re gonna use that.”

“Oh boy. I should’ve known.” Kell shook his head. He knew how Ty felt about people who broke the law for selfish, meaningless reasons. He’d made no secret of it. He had very little to no sympathy for most criminals.

“I can see your pretty eyes over there watching me, wanting me to feel sorry for this punk but I don’t and I won’t, Kell. Did you know that the radio personality he assaulted was a female? DJ Reign Supreme is a woman, and he had the fuckin grit to mush her in her face and make her fall off the platform and fracture her ankle. All because she didn’t pick his song. So, if you wanna feel sorry for him, shorty, then you go right ahead. Me. ’I’ma help his ass get a record deal with the penal corrections new label.”

“Oh.” Kell frowned. “The DJ was a she?”

“Yes. But that shouldn’t matter. So stop wasting your precious compassion on him,” Then Ty grumbled, “And he ain’t that good of a rapper either. Everything I heard was whack.”

Kell chuckled. “Whack? Do you listen to a lot of rap music?”

“Yeah. I love rap. I like to listen to real lyricist though. Not that ‘bitches ain’t shit’ mess that our jumper was rapping about.”

Kell inched forward, “Can I ask you a personal question?”

Ty playfully rolled his eyes. “No, I don’t know who killed Biggie or Tupac. Black people don’t know either.”

As he’d hoped, Kell shoved at him, exploding with laughter. He could already see he was going to have to sway Kell’s mind away from the negative aspects of the job to protect his sensitive heart. He just hoped he had enough jokes. 

While quietly reading over more of the files, their room service arrived. Ty took the tray and signed the billfold, handing it back to the server. The smell of food quickly permeated the living area of the suite. He lifted the silver domes to see what Kell had chosen for them. His stomach rumbled at the steaming veggie omelets, the apple Danish, and the platter of citrus fruit.

Kell came up beside him and began preparing both their plates.

“Looks really good. Thank you.” Ty kissed his cheek and sat back down. They ate and worked at the same time.

After a few hours of silence, Kell started, “I’ve read over everything, twice, but I…”

“What, shorty?”

“I have no plan. I’ve been reading files for two hours and I have nothing.”

He watched Kell run his narrow fingers through his hair in frustration. “Crap. I want to be able to help you, Ty. Contribute. But, I’ll be honest. I’m not one for strategizing. I’m more of an executor. I can follow orders to the letter.”

Ty was amazed how things kept falling into alignment for them. While they’d had countless conversations about their life and growing up, they still had so much left to learn. What Kell just confessed to him was simply another piece of the puzzle settling into its perfect place. Every day, he saw new reason why Kell was indeed his soulmate. His one and only. What man was so at ease admitting to needing a leader to follow?

Ty took one of Kell’s hands and wove their fingers together, staring at their beautiful contrast. “You just don’t know how much you contribute, do you? Your presence puts my mind at peace. Makes everything appear much clearer. You don’t have to put pressure on yourself to formulate and execute. How about you let me take half of that responsibility off you. If I make the plans, you can carry them out.”

“I can do that,” Kell said confidently, a weight looking to roll off his shoulders.

“Can you do that in our life as well? In our marriage? In our home?” Ty flipped the business back to personal. “If I lead you, will you follow me?”

“Only if you promise to never lead me astray.”

“Never,” Ty swore.

Kell leaned over and sealed their promise with a delicate kiss.

“Now let me tell you my plan for both of these idiots, then I’m taking you out this evening.”

“Where are we going?”

“Dinner. Then to my apartment.”

Kell wasn’t in his usual black hood and cotton ninja pants. Instead, he’d chosen light jeans and a thick sweater underneath his heavy all-weather jacket. Before they got out of the Lyft, Ty made sure Kell’s hood was up and his scarf was back around his neck and shielding most of his face. He was going back to his apartment, back on the block for the first time since he’d made an enemy. It’d been several weeks, and he was hoping the out of sight, out of mind had worked for him.

“You think there will be trouble?” Kell asked while they made their way up the couple of steps to his building.

“No,” Ty said and pulled open the door for them to go inside. He didn’t want Kell worrying. He didn’t plan to be there long, just needed to get his outfit ready for Thursday. Ty opened the hall door and checked that it was empty before stepping through, keeping Kell’s hand tight in his.

As soon as the door slammed shut, the black widow’s creaked open. Kell’s steps slowed. Ty didn’t make eye contact with her as he moved past her web.

“Ay Papi. Where you been? You leave me so long?” Alejandra stood in her door with ninety percent of her banging, pecan body on display.

Ty didn’t answer just nodded respectfully and kept moving. He owed her no explanation. He saw the way she craned her neck to see who he had with him. Couldn’t tell who his company was. When Ty didn’t respond in the way she’d wanted, her door slammed shut. He unlocked his apartment door and closed them inside.

When he set his keys on the kitchen counter and turned around, Kell was in his face. His shimmering eyes questioning.

Ty smirked. “I have not had sexual relations with that woman.”

Kell laughed and playfully punched him in his side. “You think that’s funny?”

Ty kept trying to block Kell’s playful strikes to his chest and abs. “I’m serious. She talks like that on purpose. Makes a man feel like he’s already done the deed. Already looked on her flesh and lusted over it. Nothing left to do but lay with her. So, most men do.” He stared his soon-to-be husband dead in his eye. “I’m not most men.”

“I believed you the first time.” Kell smiled then left the small kitchen.

Ty tried to see his small project apartment through fresh eyes. He’d never cared what anyone thought of how he lived, but Kell’s opinion meant everything to him. Only Kell’s. There really wasn’t much to see. All of his valuables were kept in a bank vault and most of his important items had been packed when Brian gotten him. But, he had a lot of clothes. And he needed a particular outfit to pull off their stunt Thursday night.

“I like your home, Ty,” Kell said, looking around at the minimal furnishings.

It wasn’t much but it was clean.

“It was a place to lay my head, shorty. It was never a home.” Ty came and put his arms around Kell’s shoulders and kissed his forehead. “What I’m going to give you will be a home.”

“You will be my home. Wherever you are,” Kell whispered.

Ty’s heart expanded. If Kell only knew what he had lying in wait for him. All he could’ve dreamed of and more. They held each other, standing in the middle of Ty’s living room. He rested his head on top of Kell’s while smoothing his hand down the locks lying over his shoulder. He stared through his window, his soul and mind content with his heart in his arms.

“I have to use the bathroom… again. Too many glasses of water at dinner or something.” Kell let him go.

“I told you don’t get that Cajun-style dish and burn your mouth up, but you didn’t wanna listen.” Ty pretended to chastise him, dropping heavily onto his couch.

When Kell came out of the bathroom, he went straight to him and stood between his spread thighs. Kell gazed down at him lounging comfortably on his sofa and guessed he thought he needed rucking-up. Kell straddled him and gingerly sat on his lap. Ty released a satisfied groan.

Kell began a slow wind on him while staring deep into his eyes. Ty surged forward and covered Kell’s tempting mouth with his own. He tasted spicy as hell from the bold dish he’d consumed at dinner. Ty wrapped one hand around Kell’s back to keep him tight to him while the other played in his hair. Damnit. He couldn’t have kept his hands off his amazing partner if he’d tried. The sound of their kiss was loud and wet in the quiet apartment. It went on for a long time. Hands roaming and exploring everywhere they could reach. The longer they stayed on that couch playing a dangerous of game of ‘we won’t go too far’ the more Ty knew his will was waning. Kell’s callused hands eased under his shirt, the pads of his thumbs grazing his hard nipples. Ty arched and drove his need harder against Kell’s ass.

“Kell,” Ty growled, going for his throat now. Why did he have to get him all riled up again? He buried his nose at base of Kell’s throat. He always smelled so clean and natural, didn’t taste like perfumes or scented lotions. His fiancé had no artificial flavors. He licked the flat of his tongue along the straining vein in Kell’s neck up to his earlobe, then sucked it between his lips.

Kell whined his name. Rubbing their chests together Kell spread his legs wider, moving. “God, your body feels so good, Ty.” He rotated his pelvis like a dancer. “You’re so hard.”

“Always,” Ty answered, his voice so croaky he frightened himself. He slouched down farther on the couch, resting his head on the back cushions. Now they were practically lying down on each other. So dangerous.

Kell reared back, putting his ass in the perfect position to grind up and down Ty’s rigid shaft. He groaned raggedly, feeling like he was going to come in his damn jeans. Kell’s erection was straining against his own denims, his head thrown back, his long hair swinging wildly with each buck of Ty’s hips. He was weakening. His heart was moaning and crying his name for him to make him feel good. What the hell to do? He leaned up and pulled Kell’s shirt over his head. His light brown nipples were so hard and appetizing. His mouth watered. Ty leaned forward and flicked the angry bud then sucked it in his mouth.

Kell yelled at the sensation Ty gave him and tightened his thighs, his ass still riding up and down on Ty’s dick while it leaked messily in his jeans. He didn’t know how Kell’s pants got mysteriously unbuttoned, but when he glanced down from biting and sucking on Kell’s nipples he saw the head of his ruddy cock poking out of his tight, black briefs. He was shocked for a moment yet his lover seemed oblivious. The more Kell thrust his hips, the more of his cock became visible. Ty looked up and got caught on Kell’s erotic beauty while he was overtaken with passion. He moved his tight little body with frenzied abandon. Ty reached both hands inside the back of Kell’s pants, inside his briefs, and massaged his soft mounds, taking control of their rhythm. Damn, his mind was blown. It all felt so right with his hands possessing Kell’s ass while he pressed his cock against Ty’s exposed abs and worked himself.

“I’m gonna come all over you,” Kell moaned breathily. His sexy hips started to stutter, his lap dance losing its finesse as Ty chanced a graze over Kell’s hole with his middle finger. They both arched and hissed against each other’s mouths. Ty got hungry, hotter the more he stroked that unbreached hole. It was gonna be all his. There was no one there before him, there’d be no one there after him. He didn’t dare push his finger inside, no matter how much Kell begged him to, no matter how much he pushed that smoking ass back against it. Ty held the reins of control with an unyielding grip. He could feel Kell’s thighs trembling with his need to release.

He murmured encouragement in Kell’s ear as he lewdly pulled one side of his smooth cheek apart and pressed his thumb firmly against his tight bud. Kell’s face morphed into a look of exquisite pain as he ground his hard dick into Ty’s abs. He could do nothing but watch in rapt fascination.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come so hard. Unngh, Ty.” Kell moaned just before the first jet of his release landed somewhere close to Ty’s throat. Kell cried his name as he spilled over and over his hand, his come oozing between the deep valleys of Ty’s stomach. 

Kell rode it out as long as he could, sliding his softening cock along Ty’s pelvis, rubbing his seed into his skin. “That felt so good.” Kell slumped forward and lazily kissed him on his jaw, resting his head in the crook of his neck. He confessed so sweetly, “I needed that.”

How could Ty deny him? They lay there for a few minutes when Kell shifted and felt Ty’s cock was still pipe hard. “Mmmm.” Kell teased him, reaching down and gripping his bulge.

“Damn, you’re so bad.” Ty pumped into Kell’s palm. He groaned in sweet anguish, “Got me all off my game, shorty.”

He was just about to go for the button of his own jeans when he heard a car door slam. He gently moved Kell off his lap and righted himself. When he looked out of the single window in his living room he saw a man in baggy jeans and an oversized bomber jacket walking up the block. He kept creeping towards Ty’s building, his ear pressed to his phone. He was trying to be inconspicuous, trying to creep but he wasn’t good at it. Ty recognized him. He was one of the men from Black Rock’s crew. 

Ty looked back at his heart splayed on his couch, relaxed and sated. Disoriented. Fuck! He had to get him out of there. He felt the pressure, but he wasn’t frantic, “Come on. We’re leaving.”

Ty was already on his phone scheduling a Lyft to pick them up at the church a block over. He grabbed the small duffle out of his closet and hurried to put what he’d come for inside . With Kell in the bathroom cleaning himself off, Ty went to his safe and swiftly keyed in the combination. He reached in and pulled out his silver and chrome Desert Eagle and tucked it into the front of his jeans.

Kell came back in the room, appearing more coherent as he slowly paced the small area in his bedroom. Ty knew his partner could recognize what was going on. They had trouble. Kell looked as if he was mentally readying himself.

Damnit. He was never supposed to put his heart in harm’s way. He hadn’t even married him yet and he’d already made a grave mistake. He’d let his flesh rule his mind and his actions. He never wanted Kell to have to see him react. But because he was with him and he smelled like sex, Ty couldn’t organize and calculate calmly. Any other time, when he’d encountered a problem he handled it with surety and precision. Eliminating any rage, hostility or senseless emotions and taking down his problem with ease. However, this was too personal. If Black Rock was coming for him now, he’d meet nothing but pure fury.

“You can’t think like that,” Kell said, standing in front of him as if he’d read his thoughts.

For the first time he was shook. Afraid. If anything happened to Kellam, that’d be the end of him.

“Remember who I am, please. I’m more than just the man you’re going to marry. I wear your jewels. I’m your knight, remember? If my king is in danger, tell me.”

Fate had paired them for a reason. Ty had to trust in that.

He touched Kell’s face and quickly told him what had happened the day before he’d come to work for Duke.