Page 28 of Sticks and Stones
As he held Ethan, Gene nuzzled him.
“You have all of me. Give me time, Baby,” he whispered. “We’re close.”
The upright cuddling in the shower was always a good way to end some sex, and it was clear that what Ethan wanted, and what he was going to get, wasn’t happening yet.
It was time to move on before the dark voices began telling him that Gene didn’t want him.
Those inner demons tended to come out at the worst times to fuck with his mind.
Like when he’d convinced himself Gene was cheating on him at Christmas.
So, he changed the subject.
“Want to wash my hair?” he asked.
Gene was grateful to discuss anything else but Ethan’s ass. It was like a circle. Then, he would be fixated on it, and howhe couldn’t hurt him, even when he wanted to take him in the worst way.
“Oh, I think I definitely want to do that,” Gene admitted.
Blackhawk grinned.
“I hope I don’t trip and impale myself on your erection,” he teased.
Holy shit.
It wasn’t lost on him how at one time, Ethan had been adamant his ass was off limits, and now, he was doing everything in his power to lure him in so that he’d fuck him.
It was getting difficult to resist.
Really.
The bottom line was that Gene knew this man was going to be the death of him. He only hoped they could get him adjusted to his girth and soon.
Because he had a horny man who wanted nothing more than to ride his dick.
Constantly.
Never his life did he think that would be a problem, but here he was.
Fighting it.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
One Hour Later
Packed
Ready To Go
After the showering, Gene was in a damn good mood.
Today was going to be a good day for him, and for Ethan.
It was vacation time.
Outside, the light was bouncing off of the snow, and they were finished packing their suitcases to go away on a sexy little couple’s trip. It was time to start their vacation as they headed out to sunnyPuerto Rico.
The island of sand, sun, and a half-naked Native who wanted nothing more than him in a banana hammock with some Pina Colada lube.
