Page 342 of Sticks and Stones
“Did you have a girlfriend?”
Blackhawk was amused.
“Yes, on and off. It was nothing serious like what we have. She was nice, and most of the time, we were together because we were in the same class. We had sex sporadically. I guess now, as I look back at it, she was more a booty call than girlfriend.”
Gene heard the tone.
“I was the opposite. I wanted to get laid as much as humanly possible. Good Midwestern boys worked on the farm, not the farmhands.”
Ethan laughed.
“Don’t get me started. I’ll be thinking about you shirtless lifting bales of hay all sweaty and hot.”
Gene grinned.
“Well, yeah. How else was I supposed to get the sexy men to follow me around. I’m not pretty like you, Mr. Blackhawk,” he said, running his fingers over his chiseled cheekbone.
It sent chills down Ethan’s body, right to his dick.
When he licked his lips, Gene felt that to his core. Well, so much for being sexed out.
He.
Was.
Not.
Ethan moved closer to Gene, and since they were between floors, and no one was in the stairwell, he took that moment to be his partner.
In life.
“Did you have a boyfriend in college?” he asked, his body inches from Gene, as he was toe-to-toe with him.
Gene’s whole being went haywire.
The scent of mate, the way he was flirting with him, and how sexy he was…
It turned his libido back on.
“No,” Gene said, being honest. “I didn’t do boyfriend. I did hookups. The last man I tried to have a relationship with didn’t work out. It was before I slept with Captain Guy,” he said.
Ethan listened.
Normally, they didn’t have this conversation. He didn’t know why. They had nothing to hide. Instead, they focused on the present.
His hand was on Gene’s chest, and he could feel the hardness of the Kevlar.
They wore it religiously after what happened with Diesel and Javier Hughes.
“How long were you in that relationship?” Ethan asked, enjoying Gene’s reaction to him.
The big man couldn’t think.
Ethan was too close to him, and all he wanted to do was take his mouth with his, and sink into that kiss.
Somehow, he got it out.
“Six months,” he admitted, his heart racing in his chest. “God. I just want to spend all day kissing you,” he admitted. “I love your mouth.”
