Page 15 of Sticks and Stones
It was time to leavePhillybehind, if only for a while. For them, they both needed to reenergize, rejuvenate, and come back with a fresh set of eyes.
So, Gene was giddy with the prospect of heading out, and spending a full week on the beaches ofPuerto Ricoin nothing but aSpeedo.
Well, aSpeedoand a non-stop erection.
The mere idea that his man would be working on his tan beside him, as they took little moments to break out that pina colada lube, had him ready to start their little pre-Valentine’s Day holiday—in January.
The last three weeks had been filled with back-to-back cases following Christmas, and now, all he craved was seven days alone with his man.
In.
The.
Sun.
Was that so much to ask for?
Their case over Christmas had been brutal, and they’d taken it down to the line. Talk about cutting it close as they lost a suspect due to some trickery.
The cases that followed…
They weren’t much better.
Well, let’s just say they were both burned out, going stir-crazy, and needed to get the hell out ofPhiladelphiabefore they lost any more of their sanity.
Cleaning up that city for the FBI was turning into an epic boning.
And not the kind that he liked.
Not.
At.
All.
With the knowledge that Gabe was onto their ruse, and could break them up if they dropped the ball, that made them takeEVERYTHINGthrown at them.
The good cases.
The shit cases.
And everything in between.
The last three weeks had been a gambit of craziness, and it was time to chill the hell out.
It was Saturday, and it had felt like this day wasNEVERgoing to get here.
But it did.
They were officially off duty for a little more than a week, and Gene was ready to get this party started.
Big-time.
That included that morningBEFOREthey got to the airport to deal with the jackassery of boarding.
Their plane was taking off at ten in the morning, and that gave them some time to pack, shower, and, of course, get something started.
By‘started’, he meant both of their libidos.
