Page 255 of Sticks and Stones
He wasn’t just involved.
He was likely at the top of the food chain. In fact, Gene would bet his next round of hot sex with his Native man on it.
“I’ll ask nicely, and if he lies, I’ll beat it out of him for Corbin.”
Ethan could tell his partner wasNOTkidding about that either.
Gene continued.
“This is like a normal stakeout, but we have a cleanup crew. There’s no doubt in my mind that the masked military guy is watching us watch them. I feel like I’m under the microscope.”
Ethan didn’t argue that.
“Marines are thorough,” he admitted. “He had a Marine flag on the back of his arm. I saw it peeking out by his elbow tattoo.”
Yeah, Gene had seen it too.
“He definitely had a lot of ink on him,” he stated. “His chest had some tats. They were peeking out by the collar of his shirt.”
Someone was observant.
Now, Ethan was staring at him but saying nothing. Gene could feel that speculative gaze, and it made him curious as to why.
“What?” he asked, suspecting he knew.
“Oh, I don’t know. I just happen to know you like lots of ink, and I was wondering how hot you thought he was.”
Gene laughed.
“Not as hot as the prickly Native man who is thinking I am attracted to masked men. Your body is ridiculous. I’d be an idiot to look elsewhere. I know where my happy place is. It’s below that Raven tattoo and above your thighs, just down the treasure trail.”
Ethan snorted.
“Glad I can make you happy.”
Oh, Ethan’s naked body made him more than happy.
Giddy.
Joyous.
Excited.
And that was just to name a few words to describe how he felt when his partner stripped down.
When they saw a guy leaving Renegade’s, they both slid down in their seats, just in case, but they kept talking because they could multitask.
“I can’t help it. I happen to like your body. You’re carved and sleek. That’s my favorite thing in the world. Like you and the hookers proved, everyone has a type. I’m yours, and you’re mine.”
That he was.
Blackhawk was grateful he understood that, and he wasn’t stressed about him falling out of love with him.
Ethan peeked out above the dashboard. As he did, the man got on a motorcycle and rode away. There was no doubt he was insane since it was pretty chilly outside—seeing it was winter and all.
“I think we’re good,” Ethan admitted, sitting up. “That guy who just left is in the packet of pictures,” he offered.
Now, they had to wait a few minutes to make sure there weren’t any more people leaving Renegade’s house.
