Page 290 of Sticks and Stones
Ethan.
He was all over him.
Peeling him off of his body in the hotel parking lot had been rough. Someone had been hella handsy, and normally, Gene wouldn’t mind.
But now, with that clock running, he had to make sure he got them both into a locked room before the free-for-all continued.
Luckily, they could use the stairwell, and that allowed them to avoid contact with anyone inside the hotel. The reason being was Ethan had refused to set him free, so he was forced to carry him up to their room with his legsLOCKEDaround Gene’s hips.
Shit!
Gene’s partner was freaking strong.
His mouth was doing wicked things to his neck, his ear, and his man’s hands were all over the damn place.
Again, normally, Gene would be having a fucking party to have a horny Native boyfriend wanting him naked, but not in a hallway.
If he didn’t get him to the room before the drugs kicked in on him, they’d be fucking in a hallway.
And going to jail.
At the door, he got the key card into the slot, and shoved it open. Ethan found his mouth, and he’d locked himself to it.
The tangle of tongues was erotic, and it made his brain buzz with need.
Or that was the drugs kicking in.
Either way, they were screwed. One of them needed to make sure they were safe, and once he lost that ability, he had to hope and pray he didn’t hurt Ethan.
Because what he wanted was to bend him over, drive into him, and fuck him like a wild animal.
And that wasn’t the drugs talking.
That was his every day.
Add in Snow, and he was going to be out of control. The state of his hard-on told him that.
“EJ,” Gene whispered. “We have to get you into the shower,” he finally managed, as his lover smeared more of the drugs onto his flesh.
His neck.
His mouth.
His chin.
“You’re going to get worse,” Gene whispered, leaning against the wall as his partner drove him wild.
Jesus.
Christ.
He was so goddamn horny. His Kevlar was hanging off of him, and he wasn’t one hundred percent sure how Ethan pulled that off with his legs wrapped around his waist.
“I need you,” Blackhawk muttered. “Please,” he begged, his hands buried in his hair.
Sane Ethan was gone, and sexed up Ethan was showing up for the party.
“Take me! Hurry!” he added. “Fuck me so hard!”
