Page 93 of The Lost Zone (Dark Water #3)

Chapter Twenty-Six

Alex

“Finally.” Tyler smiled at him wearily, as if the sheer inevitability of this moment had drained him of life. “Now, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?”

“No, it certainly wasn’t.” Alex smiled back, meaning it. He’d anticipated this moment for so long that it was a relief it was finally here.

“Tell you what… let’s go back home right now,” Tyler suggested. Alex nodded and opened the passenger door to climb out, but Tyler stopped him. “Why take the helicopter when we can drive?” He clicked on the biokey, and the duck hummed into life.

“In this?” Alex sat back in his seat, his stomach somersaulting in excitement.

“Why not? I bet you want to see how beautifully she goes over water.”

“I do!” Alex couldn’t hide his genuine desire to see how his invention had turned out. “Does she work like I designed her to?”

“Let’s find out.” Tyler gave him a conspiratorial wink. “We’ll call it foreplay.” He laughed as he slammed the duck into gear and drove her smoothly out of the factory doors and onto the road.

Alex felt giddy as his glorious invention purred noiselessly out into the street, but the real test would be how well she handled the lost zones, and Tyler wasted no time in heading for one. Alex gasped as the AV hit the water and began to glide across it.

“Oh shit, she’s fast.” He swung around in his seat, taking in the ride from all angles.

“The fastest AV across water that anyone has ever produced. She’s a work of genius.” Tyler grinned at him. “ Your genius, Alexander.”

All his obsessive creative energy had paid off.

If only he could have persuaded his father to make this beautiful vehicle.

If only he hadn’t sold himself to get her made.

If only… But now wasn’t the time for regrets.

Regardless of how she’d come about, she was his brainchild, his baby, and he loved her.

Tyler whooped as he took them over the lost zone, making short work of it. The transition to dry land was smooth and seamless, and the AV drew admiring glances from passers-by.

“I told you people want beautiful things again,” Alex exclaimed.

“And you were right.” Tyler grinned back at him, clearly as in love with the AV as Alex.

They’d always had this in common, this drive for perfection, this need to create something meaningful.

For Tyler, the drive was about business, making money, and being better than anyone else.

For Alex, it was about being creative, producing an exquisite product, and sharing his vision.

“They’ll buy her. They’ll buy her in droves – you’ll see.” Alex predicted.

“Oh, I’m sure of it. She’s the best investment I ever made.”

It was as if all that had passed between them was forgotten. They were just two men in love with their work, connecting over a shared passion.

They pulled up outside Vertex Tower and climbed out of the duck. Tyler reached for Alex’s hand and pulled him into the elevator. As the door shut behind them, he pushed Alex against the mirrored wall and kissed him.

This was real, this was happening, and weirdly… it felt right. After the exhilaration of the duck journey, it even felt necessary. They’d played each other to the core, fucked each other up beyond endurance, and tormented each other with mind games – all that was left was consummation.

It wasn’t healthy or pretty, and it wasn’t something that Alex would have chosen in a million years, but somehow there was a glorious inevitability to it. It was a relief. Release. A chance to finally get this moment out of the way.

Alex opened his lips and Tyler thrust his tongue into his mouth. He was greedy, forceful, his tongue insistent. God, how Alex hated this man, but this wasn’t about love – and hate sex could be just as passionate.

Tyler pinned him against the wall, plundering his mouth hungrily. He took Alex’s wrists and held them above his head, the weight of his body pushing Alex against the mirror. Then he pulled back, coming up for air, and they both stared at each other, breathing hard.

“Oh, aren’t you a hot little slut,” Tyler purred, leaning in close.

He licked Alex’s neck and nibbled on his ear.

Alex moaned and tried to angle his head for another kiss, but Tyler pushed him back into place with a jolt.

Alex remembered Solange saying that power was Tyler’s aphrodisiac.

They’d be doing this Tyler’s way, just like everything else.

They spilled out of the elevator into Tyler’s apartment, still locked in a passionate embrace, and Tyler pulled Alex immediately into the bedroom.

He’d never been in here before, but he only had time to glimpse a massive bed covered in red satin sheets before Tyler was on him again, kissing him hard.

“I’m not Hugo Purvis,” Tyler said. Up close he smelled fantastic, his cologne and the scent of his desire a potent, heady mix. “I know how to fuck a boy properly. Are you ready for me?” His cock was already hard, digging into Alex’s thigh.

“Yes… oh yes…” Alex whimpered. Surely it was better to do it this way, transported by their passion for the AV, by hatred, and by their shared history, than for him to attempt to initiate it some other time without any of those things to help?

He decided not to question it. What did it matter if he enjoyed it?

If there was undeniable passion here? This was going to happen anyway.

Why not try and find the pleasure in it?

Solange rose unbidden into his mind. Was he betraying her if he enjoyed this?

Yet, he still needed to convince Tyler that he wanted him. It’d be easier if he wasn’t pretending.

“Come here.” Tyler ripped Alex’s jacket off his shoulders, but when Alex tried to do the same to him, Tyler held his wrists together. “Stop it,” Tyler ordered, and Alex was reminded again of his need to be in control. He melted against him, utterly compliant. Tyler smirked. “That’s better.”

He stripped Alex of his scarf, his sweater, and his shirt, and then pulled him back in, barely missing a beat. There was a sensory joy in feeling his own bare flesh against Tyler’s crisp black shirt, of feeling Tyler’s cold belt buckle pressing into his belly.

Tyler drew him over to the bed and threw him on it, then ripped the belt from his jeans.

“And the good thing,” Tyler said, “is that you don’t have any of the blue pills I’ve kindly been supplying to Andrew.” He gave a feral grin as his hands went to Alex’s fly. “So, I guess we’ll find out just how real this is now, won’t we?”

Alex stared up at him. Shit. He’d had no unaided sexual response for months. His cock might as well have been made of rubber, and now Tyler had just made it all too real. They were still locked into deadly combat, even now.

Tyler’s fingers made short work of the zip before he pulled off Alex’s jeans.

Alex forgot Solange. He forgot Gideon, and Joe, and everything and everyone else.

He had to, in order to survive. There was just him and the sexy man whose fingers were hooked over the waistband of his boxer shorts.

Tyler’s body was lean and hard, and he looked sharp and handsome.

He was a gorgeous man, no doubt about it.

He drew Alex’s boxer shorts down slowly, and Alex’s erection sprang up immediately.

“Ah…” Tyler paused. “I was wondering if my little eunuch had it in him.”

“It’s for you,” Alex said throatily. “Not for anyone else. That’s why I needed the pills. I was saving this for you. I’m yours, all yours – all of me.”

Tyler’s eyes flashed, and Alex knew this kind of talk turned him on.

“Mm.” Tyler lowered his lips and kissed little trails over Alex’s chest. “I want you to give in to me, boy, totally and completely. I expect you to beg and plead before I’m through, the way I told you that you would. I won’t fuck you until you do.”

Alex threw away the last vestiges of his pride. He’d always been good at giving people the kind of sex they wanted, and this was no different. He gave himself up, surrendering utterly to Tyler’s caresses.

Tyler was not a sadistic or selfish lover – quite the opposite. His lips were warm and sensuous as they travelled over Alex’s skin, teasing and kissing, sucking and licking. He was focused and intent, full of confidence in his abilities.

“Open your legs… slide lower… look at me…” Tyler rapped out his orders, and Alex obeyed each one. He gave everything to Tyler, surrendering completely. He moaned as Tyler kissed his cock, screamed when he took it in his mouth and sucked the tip gently, and then babbled incoherently for more.

Tyler was utterly in control – kissing, sucking, and nibbling, his hands and mouth everywhere, all at once. Alex’s arousal was real. He wanted Tyler inside him, tried to pull him closer, to undress him, to see and feel his cock, but Tyler pushed him back.

“Beg me,” he ordered. “I want my moment, Alexander. I want to know I’ve won.”

Alex didn’t even hesitate. “Please, fuck me. Please! Please, Mr Tyler… George… sir… I don’t know what to call you, but please…

just fuck me! I want you so much… I want you inside me…

please…” He was babbling but it didn’t matter.

He didn’t have any pride left. This man had robbed him of everything, including that.

Tyler looked down on him, his eyes alight with victory. “Finally,” he said softly. “Now you’re mine, really mine. You can’t fake this. And for the record, you call me sir. Always.”

He took his time, lubing Alex’s hole with his fingers, sliding them in and out, preparing him.

Alex whimpered, but he knew better than to demand Tyler get a move on.

Finally, Tyler undid his fly, and he caught a glimpse of his smooth, hard cock, large and satisfying.

Tyler paused to put on a condom, then settled between his legs, pulling them apart and pushing firmly inside him.