•TYRA KÄUTNER (KAULITZ)•

Tom and I turn onto the main road right as the fire truck comes roaring up the lane, headed for Castle's beach house — or what's left of it anyway.

I can see the firemen's faces as our car passes their truck — they're looking down at us, eyebrows raised, but unable to stop us fleeing the scene.

"Was für ein verdammter Trip!" I shout, my heart still galloping like a racehorse.

"Wusstest du, dass Ollie so verrückt ist? Ich dachte, er sei nur normal verrückt, so wie 'Ich will mein Essen nicht anfassen' oder 'Selbstgespräche in der Dusche', nicht so wie in Shining."

Tom is driving way too fast, hands locked on the steering wheel.

Improbably, he's grinning almost as much as I am. Could my uptight husband actually be starting to enjoy our adventures?

"Ich kann nicht glauben, dass ich dich gefunden habe," he says.

"Ja, heilige Scheiße! Hast du meinen Schuh gefunden?"

"Ja, ich habe es gefunden! Und ich habe mich erinnert."

He looks over at me, his dark brown eyes brilliant against his smoky skin. I don't know how I ever thought his eyes were cold.

They're fucking beautiful. The most stunning eyes I've ever seen.

Even more striking is the fact that he understood me, that he remembered our conversation. It almost means more to me than the fact that he came to rescue me.

"Die andere habe ich noch irgendwo hier drin," Tom says, twisting around to search the back seat.

"Augen auf die Straße!" I tell him. I find the sneaker a minute later, slipping it back on my foot. It's comically cleaner than the other now, so they no longer look like a matching set.

"Dort," I say. "Wieder vollständig angezogen."

Tom's eyes alight on my bare left hand.

"Nicht ganz," he says.

"Oh, Scheiße," I say angrily. "Das hatte ich ganz vergessen."

"Ist es wieder im Haus?" Tom asks.

"Ja. Aber Oliver hat sie zerschlagen."

"Ich glaube nicht, dass der Ring so oder so überlebt hätte," Tom says. He squeezes my thigh with his hand.

"Mach dir nichts draus. Ich wollte dir sowieso einen neuen besorgen. Du weißt, dass ich mir das nicht ausgesucht habe."

"Ich weiß," I grin. "Ich lerne Simones Geschmack ziemlich gut kennen." Tom turns onto the highway, heading north toward the city again.

"Ruf lieber deine Brüder an," he says. "Sie dachten, Zajac hätte dich gestohlen."

"Vielleicht wäre ich besser dran gewesen, wenn er es getan hätte," I say, wrinkling up my nose.

"Ehrlich gesagt, finde ich seine Bösewicht-Reden besser. Er ist ein richtiger Badass, weißt du? Während Oliver so weinerlich war, mit seinen Schuldgefühlen... wie Jesus, Alter, geh zu Tinder, komm drüber weg."

Tom stares at me for a second, then he starts laughing so hard that his shoulders shake.

"Tyra, du hast deinen verdammten Verstand verloren," he says.

I shrug. "Nur eine hilfreiche Kritik."

I dial Ryder's phone, but it's Nash who picks up.

"Tyra?" he says.

"Ja, ich bin's."

"Gott sei Dank. Ich dachte schon, ich müsste gleich hinfahren."

"Warum, wo bist du?"

"Im Krankenhaus. Ryder ist angeschossen worden. Aber es geht ihm gut!" he hastens to add. "Zajac hat ihn ins Abseits gestellt - er hat nichts Entscheidendes getroffen."

"Diese dreckige Scheiße!" I seethe. "Er wird dafür bezahlen."

"Das hat er bereits getan," Nash says blandly. "Er ist tot. Ryder zielt besser als der Butcher."

"Tot? Sind Sie sicher?"

Tom looks over at me, following my side of the conversation, but equally disbelieving.

"Völlig sicher," Nash says firmly. "Wenn er nicht irgendwo einen Ersatzkopf herumliegen hat, ist er erledigt."

"Nun, Scheiße," I say, leaning back against my seat.

This really was an eventful night.

I look over at Tom, whose face looks pale beneath the soot. He's got a nasty cut over his right eyebrow, and he winces a little every time he takes a deep breath.

Come to think of it, I'm not exactly in tiptop shape myself. My hand is throbbing in time with my heartbeat, and my ring and pinky fingers have swollen up again. I'm probably going to need another cast.

"In welchem Krankenhaus sind Sie?" I ask Nash. "Vielleicht müssen wir uns Ihnen anschließen."

It takes a couple of hours for Tom and me to get cleaned up and patched up at St. Joseph's. Ryder will be there a few days at least — they had to put three pints of blood back into him. Bill and Nash are keeping him company. I'm shocked to see their bruised and battered faces.

"Was zum Teufel ist mit Ihnen passiert?" I ask them.

"Während Ryder in der Wohnung der Geliebten eine Schießerei veranstaltete, waren Bill und ich NICHT auf der Suche nach dem Schlächter und wurden stattdessen von seinem Leutnant in den Hintern getreten."

"Nicht nur der Leutnant," Bill says. He's got a black eye so bad he can't even see on the left side. "Es waren mindestens vier von ihnen."

"Bill hier ist ein beeindruckender Kämpfer," Nero says, in an impressed tone. "Er hat es ihnen mit dem alten "Ground and Pound" gezeigt, nicht wahr, Billy Boy?"

"Ich denke, er ist nicht so schlimm, wenn er auf unserer Seite ist," I say.

Bill gives me a half - grin - only half because the other side of his face is too swollen to move.

"War das ein Kompliment?" he says.

"Lassen Sie es sich nicht zu Kopf steigen," I tell him.

"Ihr zwei seht auch nicht so toll aus," Nash informs me.

"Nun, da liegst du falsch," I snicker. "Wären wir noch heißer gewesen, wären wir Holzkohlenbriketts gewesen."

Jörg Kaulitz comes to pick us up, even though we have the Jeep parked outside.

"Zwei Krankenhausbesuche in einer Woche," he says, giving Tom and me a stern look through his horn-rimmed glasses. "Ich hoffe, das wird nicht zu einem Hobby für Sie beide."

"Nein," Tom says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders in the backseat of the Beamer. "Ich glaube nicht, dass wir nächste Woche etwas allzu Verrücktes machen werden. Außer vielleicht eine Wohnung zu suchen."

"Was?" Jörg pauses, before putting the car in reverse. He glances back at us in the rearview mirror. "Sie wollen sich eine eigene Wohnung zulegen?"

Tom looks down at me.

"Ja," he says. "Ich denke, es ist an der Zeit."

My heart feels heavy and warm in my chest. I love the idea of finding a place with Tom - not my house, or his, but one we chose together.

"Das ist gut," Jörg says, nodding. "Ich bin froh, das zu hören, mein Sohn."

Funnily enough, when we pull up in front of the Kaulitz mansion, for the first time it actually feels like home. I get that wash of comfort. I know it's a safe place to lay my head. And damn am I exhausted all of a sudden.

I stumble a little, getting out of the car. I've gotten stiff and sore all over from sitting. Even though I know he's just as exhausted, and probably more injured than I am, Tom scoops me up in his arms and carries me into the house, like a groom carrying the bride over the threshold.

"Solltest du dir das nicht für unsere neue Wohnung aufheben?" I tease him.

"So werde ich dich überallhin mitnehmen," Tom says. "For one, I like it. And for another, it will keep anybody else from snatching you."

"Du wurdest auch geschnappt, eines dieser Male," I remind him.

He carries me all the way up the stairs.

"Du wirst dir wieder die Rippen brechen!" I tell him.

"Oh, die sind im Moment noch kaputt," he assures me. "Im Krankenhaus haben sie nicht viel dagegen unternommen. Sie haben mich nicht einmal verbunden. Sie gaben mir nur ein paar Tylenol."

"Hat das geholfen?"

"Nicht ein bisschen," he says, puffing and groaning as we finally reach the top of the stairs.

Then he does set me down. I go up on tiptoe to kiss him softly on the lips.

"Ich danke Ihnen," I say.

"Ich bin inch nicht fertig damit, mich um dich zu kümmern," he says. "Sie müssen sich noch frisch machen."

"Oh neinnn," I moan, remembering that I'm utterly filthy. "Lass mich einfach ins Bett gehen. Ich werde auf dem Boden schlafen."

"Geh dir die Zähne putzen," he says. "Sonst hasst du dich am nächsten Morgen."

Grumbling, I head into the bathroom to brush and floss. By the time I've finished, Tom has the shower running and fresh, fluffy towels waiting for us.

He soaps my whole body, lathering me up until the suds running down the drain switch from black to gray to while. His fingers knead into my stiff neck and shoulders. Together with the hot water, he works out all tense and knotted bits, until I feel like a wet spaghetti noodle instead of a folded-up pretzel.

By the time we're both completely clean, I'm not tired anymore.

Actually, parts of me are very much awake.

"Ich bin dran," I say, rubbing Tom down with his towel. I run it down the curve of his broad back, down over his perfect ass, the bulges of his hamstrings and calves.

He's covered in bruises, scratches, welts, as well as the deeper cuts from the Butcher. Yet I've never seen a more flawless body. This man is perfect-perfect for me. I love the shape of him, his smell, the way his arms feel, wrapped around me.

I turn him around and start drying the front side of him, starting down at the feet and working my way upward. As I pass the thighs, I come to that thick, swollen cock, warm and clean from the shower. I take it in my hand, feeling it expand inside my grip.

The skin is phenomenally soft. I stroke my fingertips down its length. His cock strains toward my hand, almost as if it has a mind of its own. I squeeze the shaft right below the head, making Tom moan.

He pulls me close.

"Ich sollte mich um dich kümmern." he growls.

"Das können Sie. In einer Minute," I say.

I take his cock in my mouth, gently sucking on the head. His cock fills to its fullest extent, so hard that the skin is stretched tight. I run my tongue up and down its length, in long, smooth strokes, and then in light teasing flicks. Then I take as much as I can in my mouth again, and try to force the head backward, down into my throat.

It's damn hard dealing with a cock this size. I'm developing a new respect for porn stars. How on earth do they get the whole thing in there, all the way down to the base? I'd have to be a bloody sword - swallower.

I get about halfway down the shaft before I gag and have to come back up.

Tom doesn't seem to mind. I think he'd let me practice on him all night long. I've already learned a few things — I know that he loves when I gently tug and stroke on his balls while I'm sliding my lips up and down his shaft. It makes him groan so deep that it's almost a rumble in his chest.

I really could do this all night. There's nothing more intimate and trusting than having the most vulnerable part of yourself in the other person's mouth. I've never wanted to make someone feel good more than I do right now, in this moment.

Tom saved my life tonight.

I would have burned to death, maybe without even waking up. The least I can do is give him the best release he's ever known.

Tom found me, just like he promised. It wasn't my father, or my brothers.

It was my husband. This man I didn't even want. And now I can't imagine being without him.

I should worship his body all night long. Kiss every scrape and bruise.

But as usual, Tom has plans of his own. He pulls me down on the bed so we're laying side by side, head to toe. Then he puts his head between my thighs and starts eating my pussy like he's starving and it's the only thing keeping him alive.

I go back to work on his cock at the same time. If anything it's even harder to service him from this upside-down sort of angle, but it doesn't matter. I'm pleasuring him, and he's pleasuring me, I'm running my tongue over his smooth, soft skin, feeling the same warmth and wetness on myself. It's intimate and connected. And most of all, it feels like we're equals. That we're both learning to give, and both learning to receive.

I didn't think Tom would find me. I didn't think anyone would. It seemed impossible.

But in the future, if I ever get myself in trouble again, I'll know that my husband will come for me.

God, he's so good at this. I can already feel the pulses of pleasure zipping through me, growing stronger by the minute.

I don't want to cum like this though. I want to feel him inside of me.

So I flip around and climb on top of him, straddling his hips, lowering myself down on his cock. It slides inside of me easily, moistened from my own saliva, as I am by his.

I look down into his stern, handsome face. The intensity of those brown eyes used to frighten me.

Now I crave the feeling of them fixed on my face.

The way it lights up my neurons, making me feel anxious and wild and daring. I feel like I'd do anything to keep his attention, to spark that look of hunger in his eyes.

He puts his hands on my hips, gripping me with those long, strong fingers. I'm getting flushed and I want to ride him harder and faster. He forces me to slow down, to keep the same steady pace.

My climax is building again, my pussy clenching around his cock. My body is demanding to increase the pressure, to push myself over the edge.

Tom is thrusting his hips upward, fucking me deep. I've got my palms flat on his chest, my arms rigid from the effort of riding him.

Tom switches his hands from my hips to my breasts. He kneads them in his hands. Now I can speed up just a little, rolling my hips to slide my pussy up and down on his cock.

His hands keep pace with my motion. He's squeezing my breasts, sliding his fingers all the way down to my nipples with each squeeze. I start to cum, throwing my head back and grinding my clit hard against his body.

Tom pinches my nipples, one long, drawn-out squeeze that sends a jolt of pleasure ricocheting back and forth from breast to groin. It intensifies the orgasm as it rebounds it over and over.

It's so strong that I can't even stay on top of him anymore. My pussy is throbbing, pulsing with the aftermath of that climax.

But I'm not done yet. I want to finish what I started before.

I climb off of Tom and kneel between his legs. I put his cock back in my mouth, tasting myself on his skin. It's a warm, musky, mildly sweet taste, that blends well with the scent of his skin, and the slight saltiness of the clear fluid leaking from the head of his cock.

I want more.

I start sucking him off, even more enthusiastically than before. My lips are swollen and sensitive from my climax. I feel every little ridge and vein of his cock against my tongue. I can feel his pulse, and how his cock tenses and throbs as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

Gripping the base of his cock, I suck hard on the head, tipping him over.

"Oh, Gott, Tyra!" he cries out, as he explodes into my mouth.

His cum is thick and slippery and warm. I love how it tastes, mixed with my own wetness. We're meant to be together, him and I. Salty and sweet.

When I've drained every last drop out of him, he wraps me up in his arms again, our legs entwined beneath the sheets. I think I can even feel our hearts beating in tandem.

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[authors note - i want to put whipped cream on his dick and give him the best head everrr.]