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Enough said.
“Your father was a strong man who lived righteously. He wasn’t a bigot. He never would’ve shunned you, Tyrell. You were his greatest creation. He said that up until his last breath.”
Ty let out a slow exhale, his heart twisting painfully, “Thank you, Brian.”
Brian nodded then started to cut into his thick porterhouse. “Any other questions?”
“Only one.”
“Speak.” Brian ordered.
“What the hell took you so long to find me?” Ty swallowed a bite of salmon.
Brian put his knife and fork down and started moving his hands in rapid organized movements. Ty realized after a second that he was signing.
“After your father died I went mute. For six years I didn’t make a sound. Even when I wanted to talk again… I couldn’t.” Brian’s eyes held a world of hurt, “a week after my voice returned, I started looking for you.”
Back in his room Ty went straight to his phone charger and plugged it in. As soon as it powered on he saw he had a missed message from Kell at seven thirty.
Kell: I just finished dinner. I didn’t like eating alone.
Damn, his man really knew how to touch his heart. He laid across his bed and returned the text.
Ty: If you’re saying you missed me. I missed you too. Just finished eating with Brian.
Kell: Are you okay? I can come to you if you need me.
Of course he would because he loves me. But his dinner with Brian hadn’t been as difficult as he’d thought it would, and Brian had graciously spared him the details about the last days of his father’s life.
Ty: Rest tonight, shorty. I’ll look for you first thing in the morning.
Kell: Sleep well.
Ty: Night heart.
Ty did his evening exercises, showered and went to sleep.
Kell
Ty’s hotel was nice. When Kell walked in, he immediately noticed the wary eyes cast in his direction at his less than expensive clothes and concealed face. Instead of lingering in the opulence of the lobby with the inlaid fountain and player-less piano, he headed straight for the bank of elevators. He was glad no one else was going up with him. He pushed his scarf down and fingered the flat narrow gold chain around his neck, biting his lip in anticipation as the elevator climbed to the sixth floor. Before he could knock on the door of room six-twelve, Ty was opening it.
Kell hadn’t seen him dressed so comfortably before. He was wearing blue plaid lounging pants and a loose white tank top. Kell stepped into the room and directly into Ty’s arms. The door automatically closed behind him. He lifted his head for a kiss and Ty gave him just that. Gave him a long, languid, passionate kiss that told him he’d missed the time they were apart. Ty slowly dragged his hand over Kell’s hoodie and pushed it back, letting his hair out. Ty stared for a while, gently stroking the long strands as if he’d never seen them. With that strong hand erotically massaging Kell’s scalp, it was only seconds before their pressing of lips turned ten degrees higher, then ten times that, until Kell’s tongue was plunging as deep as he could manage, and his lower body was grinding on Ty’s thigh. His thick erection looked obscene in those thin cotton pants. Kell dove for the drawstring with one target, one goal in mind.
“Fuuuuck.” Ty groaned, stopping Kell’s hands, panting heavily.
Kell arched at the wild pleasure coursing through him. It drove him insane when he was able to make Ty lose his cool enough to curse. He didn’t want him stopping his hands again. Kell wanted to use his Jiujitsu and reverse their grips, spin them and put them horizontal on the floor with him on top. Then he’d writhe and buck and take until he wasn’t suffering anymore. He wanted, he needed. Ty said he’d never have either again. He growled in irritation. Ty leaned against him, chuckling lightly against his temple, his chest heaving against his.
He didn’t know what the hell was so funny.
“Damn. You’re making this hard as hell, shorty.”
“What is it? I want this, badly, I do.” Kell said sternly. He didn’t care at this point that he was pretty much begging. Ty was his fiancé now. He wasn’t too proud to repeatedly ask for some relief to his ache. His dick had been freezer meat hard when he woke up in bed this morning, wearing nothing except the gold Ty had placed around his neck. He didn’t stroke himself. Considering how loved and treasured Ty made him feel at all times, Kell felt he was doing a good job of respecting Ty’s need to take things slow. But, Kell wasn’t the one who’d proposed, however, he had been the one to say yes… so he was ready to get it on.
“I know you want it. I want it too.” Ty’s voice was so low and raw, Kell strained to hear him. “But, you’re a virgin, right,” He said, as a statement.
