Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

LEO

The next morning, I wake up to an empty bed. I sit up and stretch, smiling when I hear Ty moving around the kitchen. We have more baking to do so we can take everything to June.

I wonder what Ty's plans are for a bakery. Clearly the building he went to late that night is out, since it's a crime scene—though not an official one. He could always work with me at the coffee shop, but I'm sure he wants his own space.

An idea starts to formulate in my head, but I have to get with June to see if it's something we can do, since technically Ray's belongs to him. Before he died, I convinced Ray to only put the business in June's name in case I had to flee.

I slide on a pair of sweatpants, go to the bathroom, and brush my teeth before I step out of the room. Ty is in the kitchen, elbows deep in some dough. Flour is on his cheeks and some in his hair—he's never looked so gorgeous.

He peers up at me and smiles before going back to his kneading. Watching his deft hands as he manipulates the dough has me wondering what they would feel like gripping my ass as I ease into him.

I've only had Ty from behind, but now, I want to see his face. How his eyes widen when I sink into him, how he clutches at my back when I bottom out, how his lips meet mine as he kisses me messily.

"Good morning, baby." He glances up at me quickly to greet me. "Sleep well?"

"Yep."

I walk over to him, standing behind him as he continues to knead the dough. I think he's making croissants. He told me he wanted to take some with the cookies and cupcakes instead of making Danishes. Doesn't matter. He's right where I want him—leaning over the counter so I can have my way with him.

"What's up?" He looks over his shoulder at me.

I angle toward him, wrapping my arm around his waist as I kiss his neck. He smells good, like vanilla and pine. The aroma of the woods agrees with him.

Since he smells of vanilla—his body wash—he's already taken a shower. I'll question later why none of that woke me, since I'm generally a light sleeper. For now, I'll get on to what I want to do.

My knees hit the floor as I drop down behind him, hooking my thumbs into his pants. Ty tries to turn, but I hold fast to his hips. "No, don't move. Keep working on your dough, kotenok."

Ty shudders, his back going rigid. "Leo…"

I pull his pants down, exposing his naked ass. "No underwear," I mutter, leaning forward to kiss his left ass cheek. "How did you know I wanted to eat your ass for breakfast?"

"Fuck." Ty pokes his ass out as I switch to the other side, nipping at his right cheek. "I'm trying to make croissants."

"I'm not stopping you." I spread his ass, taking a look at his delicious hole. Fuck, I never thought the tight pucker of a man would have me wanting to risk it all to get a taste.

Leaning forward, I give him a quick lick and groan as my eyes roll in the back of my head. Fuck yes. He tastes fucking amazing. I lick at him again, and Ty shudders against me.

I close my lips around his entrance, groaning when his musky flavor hits my tongue again. "Jesus," I whisper against his hole before I flick my tongue over him again and again. "You taste fucking good, kotenok."

His sticky hand glides through my hair, holding me in place, but I don't mind. That's what shampoo is for. "Eat me," Ty moans, rolling his hips in my face. "Just like that. Fuck me with your tongue."

With a low growl, I spear my tongue, sliding it in and out of his hole. Ty's moans are music to my ears, high and sweet. His hand is tight in my hair, the sting on my scalp making my hard dick turn to fucking steel.

My hand comes down on his ass hard, the smack ringing loudly in the rom. Ty cries out, grinding his hips harder on my tongue. "Yes. Fuck, yes. I'm close. I'm so close. God your tongue. Feels so fucking good. What are you doing to me? I've never … Oh God, I've never felt like this. Leo…."

Holding his ass cheeks in a death grip, I spread him wide and flick my tongue over his hole, teasing the puckered skin. I spit on his entrance, getting him wet before I dive back in. I lick and suck, lave and lap at him, not getting enough of him. His taste and his sounds alone have me close to the edge. But I want his ass clamping around my dick before I nut.

Giving him one last long lick, I stand and wipe my mouth before turning Ty around to face me. He's fucking boneless, barely able to stand on his feet as he sways into me. His eyes are glassy and half lidded, lust brimming in his gaze. My lips are greedy when they take his mouth in a hard kiss, hoisting him onto the counter. I slide my pants down my hips, slotting our cocks together. Ty groans low in his throat, his tongue wild in my mouth.

Snatching my mouth from his, I look around on the counter until my eyes land on the olive oil. Quickly, I drizzle the oil on my dick, coating it with a few quick strokes. Ty adjusts himself on the counter, exposing his asshole to me. I slather oil on his hole and dip my fingers into him briefly to make sure he's slick.

I get a tight grip on his hips, place my dick to his opening, and push inside. Ty's eyes flutter before they clamp shut, a long, low moan drifting from his mouth. His chest rises and falls quickly as I continue to give him inch after inch of my dick.

I don't pause when I bottom out. He holds tight to my arms, his messy hands digging into my skin as I pull out and push back in. Over and over, I thrust into him, watching as he pants and babbles, rambles and pleads with me.

"More, Leo. Give me more."

My hips move faster, our skin slapping against each other as I fuck him deep. I pull Ty closer to me, holding him tight as I plow into him. Ty grabs handfuls of my ass, his blunt nails digging into my flesh. His moans spur me on. My hands drift down to grip his ample globes, holding him still so I can fuck him.

Ty leans back, meeting my eyes. That simple action has my orgasm crashing through me, giving me no warning as I grunt my release. Shudders wrack my body as cum spurts from me into Ty's tight ass.

Reaching between us, Ty strokes himself a few times, then shouts his release, his warm cum shooting onto my stomach.

My hips move in shallow, aborted thrusts. I'm not ready to stop feeling his walls around my dick just yet.

Ty tips his head up, and I meet him halfway, kissing him greedily. I cup his face, holding him in place so I can devour his mouth.

He sighs and pulls his lips from mine, closing his eyes as he grins. There's that feeling again, punching me right in the gut as I take in his unabashedly happy expression. The after-sex glow illuminates his face, making him look even more beautiful than he normally does.

I need to know what this means.

Opening his eyes, Ty says, "I guess that's a good way to start the day."

Chuckling, I kiss him once more before I pull out of him. "Let's take a shower."

Ty nods, looking at the mess on the counter. "This dough is useless now." He frowns at me over his shoulder, making me chuckle. "I can make more after we clean up."

"While we're doing that," I say, grabbing his hips and walking behind him to the bathroom, "I'll get supplies we need. Weapons training today, remember?"

"I remember. I'm excited. I've never shot a gun before."

"As long as you listen to my instructions, you'll do well."

"Are you proficient with all the guns you have?" Ty asks, turning on the shower and stripping off his clothes.

"Every single one."

We step in the shower, and I grab Ty's washcloth and body wash, cleaning his loose asshole and thighs before I wash him anywhere else. "I hate that I have to wash my nut off you. Do you know how fucking sexy it is to see it leaking out of your ass?"

"Yeah, but it's messy."

"I like making you mess," I tell him with a smirk.

I hand him my washcloth and turn around so he can wash my back. "Do you want to go on another date with me in a few days when we return to the city?"

"Yes. Where?"

"It's a surprise. Don't worry, it's nothing dangerous. I think you'll like it." I turn around when he's finished. "Wear makeup again for me?"

"Yes," he murmurs again, blushing prettily.

We get out of the shower, and after I dry Ty off and help him get dressed—he grumbles the whole while but doesn't tell me to stop—we go our separate ways. I grab a bag of cans I have set aside for my own target practice and step outside. The early morning air is crisp, tingling my nose as I breathe in deeply.

Trotting down the stairs, I walk deeper into the woods, heading for the area I usually set up my targets. I'll set the cans closer for Ty, since this is his first time shooting a gun.

While I work, I think about the feeling I get when I look at Ty. It's so strong, and even thinking about him makes me feel emotions I've never experienced. I search within myself, trying to pin down the feeling, but it keeps eluding me.

Since it'll take a while for Ty to get the dough made and wrapped for baking, I sit on one of the stumps where I set up my cans. I close my eyes and try to figure out the emotions I have flowing through me. Obsession, for sure. Infatuation. And something … more. What is that more? It's almost like?—

My eyes pop open, and I gasp, not believing it. It can't be. The shitty therapist that was in the reform school told me it wasn't possible. I've believed it for the past twenty years.

My hands shake as I pull out my phone. I'm nervous. I've never been nervous about anything.

The phone rings a few times against my ear before Blu picks up.

"I have a patient, Leo," he says by way of a greeting.

"I think I love Ty."

Silence greets me for a few moments, then I hear Blu mutter unintelligibly. A minute later, he's back on the line. "Why do you think you love Ty?"

I tell Blu all about the unknown emotions I've been having, how I look at Ty and get this overwhelming feeling I can't put a name to. I also mention how I felt this inexplicable draw to him the first time I laid eyes on him. The urge to claim him was so immense I had to wrestle it down until I had it subdued, which was no easy task.

An unexpected chuckle drifts through the line. Blu rarely laughs. Hell, he hardly smiles unless June is around. It shocks me enough that I stop talking.

"Leo, you know the answer to that question. For people like us, it's not easy to come to terms with, what with most studies saying we can't feel love. But not every psychopath is the same. Take me and you for example. You feel different emotions than I do. You formed a genuine friendship with June while I haven't ever had a real friend in my life."

I run my fingers through my hair. "Yeah, but June is June. He's different."

"And so is Ty, if you love him."

"Fuck, Blu. What do I do?"

"There's nothing for you to do. He's already yours. You've claimed him, and he knows it. He's not going anywhere. How do you feel when you're with him?"

That's a question that can be answered easily but with as much shock as finding out the emotion I'm feeling is love. "Happy. The first time I was happy since I can remember."

Blu hums. "That's how I feel with June. It took me a lot longer to come to terms with it than you did, and I had to work it out alone."

"I'm glad you're here for me to talk to, Blu. I'm glad you're back in my life."

"Me too, cousin. Need anything else?"

I look at my watch, trying to gauge if Ty is done so we can get started. He should be wrapping the dough now to rise, and I have to get the guns out here.

"When do I tell him?"

"That's up to you. Be sure before you do though. Normal people like to ask questions like ‘how do you know' and shit like that."

I chuckle, shaking my head. "Got it. Thanks, Blu."

We hang up, and I head back to the house to retrieve Ty. When I walk in, he's just wrapping the dough and sliding it into the fridge. He smiles over at me, saying, "Just in time. I'll leave the dough for a few hours, then we can get started baking everything else. If you want, we can make them in the morning so they're fresh, along with everything else. Or we can?—"

"I love you." Blu told me to be sure before I said it, and I am. I'm surer about my feelings—even though they're new and uncharted—than I have been of anything else in my life. I've probably been in love with Ty since our first date, if I'm analyzing the emotion I felt then correctly. It's not just obsession, it's more. Deeper. More meaningful.

His eyes bulge, and he puts a hand on his chest. "Come again," Ty squeaks.

"I said—" I take long strides over to him until I have him in my arms "—I love you. I'm in love with you, Tyshawn Glassby."

"Really?" His eyes are still as round as saucers. "I mean, you said you don't feel normal emotions. Love is a normal emotion. I don't want you to feel like you have to fake things with me. I can feel love enough for both of us. But I don't want you to think your feelings aren't valid. They are. So okay. If you mean it, then yes."

"Yes, what?" I ask simply.

"I love you too," is his immediate response, and it makes me glow deep within my chest. Holy fuck. It's the first time anyone has told me they loved me. Maybe my parents said it when I was too young to remember, but I've never heard those words directed at me in my life.

Gathering him in my arms, I kiss him deeply, hoping to convey the entirety of my feelings for him, more than what three words could encompass. Ty is my everything.

When I release his lips, his eyes are shining. "Who would have thought the man I fell for would teach me how to kill people?"

I bark a laugh, kissing his forehead before lacing our fingers together. "I'll teach you anything you want to know. You're my partner now, kotenok." With one more kiss, I pull him to the bedroom so we can get packed up for his first lesson in firearms.