Page 305 of Sticks and Stones
“I can’t,” Ethan whispered, trying to pull Gene’s sweater off to get to his body. When that didn’t work, he found a spot on his neck and bit him.
He moaned.
“EJ,” he whispered, forcing himself to focus as he got free of his hands and mouth. It was clear the‘wait until we get home’part had been ignored.
Grabbing the other duffle bag that had guns and badges in it, he had no choice.
Gene hoisted Ethan up, and over his shoulder. Now, they’d get the hell out of there.
Thank God the halls were empty.
As Ethan hung over his back, his hands were wandering, and in Gene’s pants grabbing handfuls of his ass.
God.
This was a challenge.
First, not to succumb, and second not to drop him on his head.
Somehow, he managed to get them down the stairs, out into the parking lot, and to Ethan’s car. The cold air, and the falling snow helped Gene focus a little bit more.
They were halfway there. Now, it was just the drive to the condo.
Should he be driving?
No.
Did he have no choice?
Yes.
Putting Ethan into the front passenger seat, he tossed the duffle bag with the guns, badges, and anything else they had into the backseat.
Then, he made it to the driver’s side door. That’s when he realized the CIA car was gone. It appeared that the masked Marine picked it up, cleaning up the mess.
Thank God.
The inside likely had Snow contamination.
When he got in, he started the vehicle, and Ethan was in the passenger seat staring at him.
“God, but I want to climb into your lap and let you fuck me,” he muttered.
Jesus.
H.
Christ.
He wanted that. There would never be a day that he said no. If they weren’t high and disorderly, he wouldn’t care, but home called, and it was just safer.
Instead of caving, he buckled Ethan in, and said one thing to him.
“STAY.”
The man laughed, and the warm sound of his amusement washed over Gene’s flesh like a million fingers caressing him.
It was a battle of the wills all over again.
