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For Gene.
And he couldn’t control it.
Behind the wheel, he knew that Ethan was watching him. Gene heard the low breathy moan that slipped from his lips when he exhaled, and it was very reminiscent of something he’d hear when they were deep into sex together.
Uh-oh.
It hadn’t been twenty minutes.
It had been ten, max.
Gene glanced over, and his hair was down, and he was watching him predatorily.
“Babe, we’re almost there,” Gene said, hoping his partner and mate could hold on. “I’ll get you to the shower,” he added.
In control Ethan was gone. He’d checked out at that point. The carnal urges he was feeling took over, and all he could think of was one single, solitary thing.
SEX.
“Gene,” he whispered, getting the man to look over at him.
They were at a stoplight, a block from the hotel.
“What?” he asked, hearing the tone of his voice. “Do you need to go to a hospital?” he asked, willing to put his needs last so Ethan was safe.
That was his only concern.
Blackhawk slipped away, and all rational thought went with it.
He was wide open, letting that need and desire flood from him in a wave.
“I’m sorry,” Ethan whispered.
Gene went to say something, but the second he did, Ethan was on him, finding his mouth with his.
And getting the Snow on Gene too.
And now, the situation was twice as problematic as it had been.
They were both dosed.
Gene knew one thing.
It was going to be a rough night.
For both of them.
Chapter Sixteen
The Hotel
Saturday
Eleven P.M.
Holy shit, but the drugs were damn powerful. Luckily for Gene, he only got them on his skin, but he knew that by the time he got Ethan situated, he would be feeling it too. The clock was ticking, and he had a problem.
What exactly was his problem?
