Page 30 of Sticks and Stones
Then, he clued him in.
“For the record, I wasn’t giving it to you to use it for tanning oil, Gene. Think about it.”
He looked at the bottle.
At Ethan.
At the bottle, again, and then Ethan’s ass.
Oh, someone was desperate to have Gene‘bottom out’in his bottom. He was going to make this almost impossible for Gene not to be a lecherous pervert.
Well, why not give it a try while on vacation?
He was up for the task at hand, and where better to commiserate the first time Ethan took dick than inPuerto Rico?
Now, that was a memory he could get behind.
Because he pictured it, Gene giggled, jigged again, and did a sexy little dance that included the bottle of oil.
Not only was Ethan going to get what he wanted, but someone else was getting suntan oil lubed, and he wasn’t saying no to that.
Oh.
Hell.
No.
Yeah, God loved him a whole hell of a lot.
That was for damn sure.
Gene only stopped grinning when there was a knock on their door, catching him off guard.
“Oh, fuck me,” Gene said. “If that’s Greyson, trying to take our vacation back, I’m knocking him out, and we’re making a run for the airport. Or if that’s Corbin, dropping a case on us, I’m locking his ass in the closet and leaving him there. He’ll have to find his own way out.”
Blackhawk laughed, and then, he clued him in.
“Greyson left for work already. He texted me to say have fun,” he admitted. “As for Corbin…anything is possible. Run fast, pasty white man who bakes like a turkey.”
Well, crap.
Then, it could only be Corbin, and there was no way on God’s green Earth, where he made hot Natives, was he working this week.
Someone would have to die first.
PERIOD.
Ethan had booked them an all-inclusive funfest at a gay resort where they could be cock out all the damn time. He wasn’t pissing that away.
PASS.
Going to the door, Gene was getting testy. If the man thought he was working a case, and giving up sexy oil time with the hot Native that didn’t pack any underwear…
He was insane.
Gene would strangle him with his banana hammock.
“No,” he said, opening the door, only to be surprised that it wasn’t Corbin.
