Page 288 of Sticks and Stones
“Are you okay?” he asked, trying to gauge a timeline of his symptoms.
In the back of his head, he was wondering if a hospital was a better idea. He’d taken a full shot of that shit to his face while rolling around with the suspect.
He inhaled a lot.
Then again, if he took him to the hospital, did he want to watch his man climb all over some strangers when he zoned out?
Hell.
No.
Well, hotel it was.
Without a word, Ethan nodded, being careful not to touch anything as he stared at his face in the mirror.
His eyes were slowly dilating, and he could feel his heart beginning to race in his chest. His whole body was tingling, and he was having this weird out-of-body experience where he couldn’t focus.
This wasn’t his grandfather’s peyote.
That was for damn sure.
When he and Callen swiped some from his Grandfather’s tipi stash, and smoked it, he never felt like this.
Holy shit.
With his racing heart, he wasn’t sure if it was it the drugs, or the fear of what would happen when it fully overtook him.
Gene was going to have to manage him, and he was worried. Ethan wasn’t exactly weak. Overpowering him was going to be difficult.
Now, he understood why their masked Marine said to zip tie him to a bed. Already, his mind was racing, and everything in his head was about sex.
It was a barrage of images, and all of them were him with Gene.
When his flesh began tingling, like a million fingers were stroking and touching his body, he knew they had a big problem.
“I’m having pupilar reaction,” he stated, glancing over. “And my heart is pounding. I feel warm. I can’t focus,” he admitted, rattling off his symptoms so Gene was aware.
As he stared at him, his dick was starting to stand at attention, much like when he’d been abducted by David Neives, but this time, without the fear.
“Gene, I’m going to be out of control,” he whispered, thinking about how he desperately needed the man’s big hands on him. How he wanted to do wickedly wild things with this man in that hotel room.
Sane thoughts were gone.
There was only wickedness left intact.
Fuck.
This was bad.
Gene reassured him.
“I’ll get you to the room and get you washed off,” he promised. “I’ll get you through this, EJ. You’ll be okay. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Well, the problem was, who was going to protect Gene fromHIM?
Ethan could feel his erection throb between his legs, and he was now officially hard. The scent of mate in the car was maddening.
It was making him hungry.
