Page 291 of Sticks and Stones
Gene was fighting the battle of his life, and it wasn’t only to stay in control, but to get Ethan into the shower.
To save his life.
With each attempt, he was blocked. It was as if he was trying to take him on this drug trip.
Gene knew he had to use his brain.
“Let’s get naked in the shower, and have sex there,” he said, hoping to appeal to the man in his Snowed-up state. “Lubrication,” he muttered as his man ground against him as he clung to his body.
That seemed to work.
“Yesssssssss,” he hissed, relaxing his grip on Gene’s hips.
When he dropped down, it was a frenetic tearing at what was left of his clothing.
When Ethan was completely naked, he stared at Gene, and the man saw the difference the drugs had made, but he also saw Ethan fighting.
“I’ll be in with you,” he promised.
That seemed to work. High Ethan somehow managed to walk toward the bathroom, his hand on his dick.
Gene was struggling to think.
All he saw was delectable Native ass, and he knew what he craved.
His mate.
How he wished he had his phone to get backup, but for now, he was on his own.
As he walked into the bathroom, Ethan was in the shower, and he was standing under the water. It was ice cold, and Gene knew that was the part of Ethan struggling to protect him.
Well, the door was locked, and they were safely inside. Let the chaos begin.
Immediately, Gene washed his face and neck at the sink, watching his lover in the mirror.
Somehow, he’d lost his vest from the door to the bathroom, as if his brain was checking out at sporadic intervals.
“Come fuck me,” Ethan begged.
Oh, hell.
This was going to be brutal. Ethan was vocal during sex, but the drugs that Gene had gotten on him were turning up the heat.
What was normally hot, was irresistible to him. He wanted and craved what the man was offering.
So he fought.
He had to stay focused.
This was a battle of wills, and he knew it. Gene had to stay cognizant for as long as possible.
When he finished drying his face, he looked up in the mirror, and Ethan was right behind him. Before he could say anything, he was spun around, and his mate was on him.
Gene was betting that Elizabeth LaRue hadn’t been this difficult to manage. Ethan was fucking strong, and he didn’t hold back.
As his mate climbed up his body, he once more found his mouth.
He dove in.
