Page 193 of Sticks and Stones
“Uh, I got this really weird text,” he began, wanting to show his partner.
Oh, well, he didn’t know the half of it.
“Where’s Corbin?” he asked, hanging up his coat in the closet, and taking off his boots.
Ethan jerked his head toward their living room, signaling he was in there.
That Gene was asking him told him a lot about what had gone down for Gene. Someone didn’t want the baby detective to hear.
Blackhawk was caught off guard when his lover wrapped his arm around his waist, pulled him into his body, and they sank into one hell of a kiss.
Holy shit.
The heat went up in that foyer entryway.
With the mating of mouths, Ethan let Gene lead, and he gladly followed. His hands were in the bigger man’s hair, and he was pressed to the wall in a heated tangle of tongues.
Now this was how you greeted your partner when you came home.
This.
Right.
Here.
Gene’s hands slid down from his back, and he grabbed two handfuls of Ethan’s ass, making them both moan.
Jesus.
If only they were alone, Gene knew what he’d be doing.
ETHAN.
Someone smelled delicious, felt amazing, and knew how to kiss.
Thank God he was his.
When Gene slowly broke the kiss, Ethan’s skin was flushed, and that was no easy task.
Native didn’t blush.
Well, not often.
“Holy shit,” Ethan whispered, chewing the gum that had been in Gene’s mouth. It was still minty, and that alone made him crazy.
It was intimate.
It was them.
Blackhawk never thought he’d want to find someone to share gum with, but here he was, and he couldn’t go back.
Gene grinned.
“I like coming home to you. If we were alone, we’d be taking a little sex break,” he whispered in Ethan’s ear.
The scent of Gene’s aftershave assaulted him, and Ethan was bummed they weren’t alone.
“I mean, Corbin can live without us for five minutes,” he said, trying to get the man to take him to bed.
