Page 1 of Sticks and Stones (FBI Romance/Thriller #65)

The Condo

Vacation Day

Early Morning

F or an overworked Fed, there was nothing like going on vacation. In fact, a federal employee looked forward to that time of the year for mainly one of two reasons. One was to avoid dealing with your boss, and the other was so you weren’t shot at for at least a week.

For him, it was both reasons.

Honestly, Gene Cantrell was ready to get his and Ethan’s asses on a plane and get the hell out of Dodge as soon as possible.

It was time to leave Philly behind, if only for a while. For them, they both needed to reenergize, rejuvenate, and come back with a fresh set of eyes.

So, Gene was giddy with the prospect of heading out, and spending a full week on the beaches of Puerto Rico in nothing but a Speedo .

Well, a Speedo and a non-stop erection.

The mere idea that his man would be working on his tan beside him, as they took little moments to break out that pina colada lube, had him ready to start their little pre-Valentine’s Day holiday—in January.

The last three weeks had been filled with back-to-back cases following Christmas, and now, all he craved was seven days alone with his man.

In.

The.

Sun.

Was that so much to ask for?

Their case over Christmas had been brutal, and they’d taken it down to the line. Talk about cutting it close as they lost a suspect due to some trickery.

The cases that followed…

They weren’t much better.

Well, let’s just say they were both burned out, going stir-crazy, and needed to get the hell out of Philadelphia before they lost any more of their sanity.

Cleaning up that city for the FBI was turning into an epic boning.

And not the kind that he liked.

Not.

At.

All.

With the knowledge that Gabe was onto their ruse, and could break them up if they dropped the ball, that made them take EVERYTHING thrown at them.

The good cases.

The shit cases.

And everything in between.

The last three weeks had been a gambit of craziness, and it was time to chill the hell out.

It was Saturday, and it had felt like this day was NEVER going to get here.

But it did.

They were officially off duty for a little more than a week, and Gene was ready to get this party started.

Big-time.

That included that morning BEFORE they got to the airport to deal with the jackassery of boarding.

Their plane was taking off at ten in the morning, and that gave them some time to pack, shower, and, of course, get something started.

By ‘started’ , he meant both of their libidos.

Why not start the first day of their vacation in his most favorite way possible?

It was vacation, after all.

Gene’s favorite thing in the world was waking Ethan up, and he knew exactly how he was going to do it too.

Who didn’t like morning head when you had some time on your hands?

Not them.

They both loved it.

When you had a high sex drive, and your sex partner was always handy, that didn’t help you calm down. In fact, it made it that much worse.

It was non-stop sex on the brain.

Unfortunately, work got in the way of acting those fantasies out more times than not.

Last night, they finished their paperwork, closed a case, and had enjoyed takeout on the couch. It had been a quiet week when it came to non-work-related distractions. Maybe that was because they were hyper-focused on getting to the day they flew out.

More surprising than anything was that Corbin hadn’t dumped any cases in their laps, and for that, he was damn grateful.

In fact, the man had been MIA, and they figured it was because he was lost with a certain lawyer doing all kinds of kinky things in his downtime.

Someone found a worthwhile distraction, and they couldn’t be happier for him.

Their third wheel had rolled off to make his own little unit.

When they got back from their Puerto Rican vacation, Gene would make sure he got in touch and met the man for some lunch.

Something.

He knew it wouldn’t be long before the man was up their ass again with another case.

Call it a hunch.

More importantly, family was family, and he and Ethan had created one here in Philly —despite busting Corbin about being the third wheel.

Honestly, they didn’t mind.

It was amusing when the crotch goblin made an appearance. Then, they could bust his ass.

Well, him more so than Ethan.

Speaking of Ethan, and asses, his hot man was lying beside him on his, and he looked delectable.

He was on his back, and the sheet was down around his waist, revealing all kinds of sexy things that made Gene’s mouth water.

His spattering of tattoos made him giddy, and that treasure trail, the only little bit of hair on the man, was disappearing beneath the sheet.

And he knew what was down there just waiting for exploration.

That got his heart going a mile a minute.

Since they had about an hour before they really had to be up, and out the door, why not start the day the best way possible?

With sex.

For the next week, he planned on fornicating so much that his dick hurt.

That was going to be the highlight of his vacation.

Slipping under their comforter, he moved carefully into position between Ethan’s legs.

Someone was out cold, and that was likely because of the wine, couch celebrating, and the weeks of late nights as they worked countless cases.

Well, now, here came the reward for all of the hard work.

Some head.

Not just any head.

Sloppy head.

Before his man could wake, and figure out what was about to be happening, Gene locked onto his erection. The second he took his dick in his mouth, Ethan went hard.

And moaned.

That delicious sound of pleasure only got Gene wild and greedy for the byproduct of giving his man head.

Cum.

He wanted some, and he was about to get it at any cost.

“Gene,” Ethan whispered, as his eyes snapped open as his lover was giving him a blowjob.

Yeah, he recognized that technique.

Someone was going hard, and that woke him up damn fast.

Gene added his hand.

“Oh, God,” Ethan whispered, pulling back the sheet so that he could reveal the perpetrator committing felonious fellatio.

Yeah, his man was having fun with his now rock-hard dick. From the looks of it, he had simply one intention planned.

Someone was taking a tumble.

As he moaned, Gene kept blowing him, making sure not to miss a spot. If anything, he didn’t want to be accused of being a lazy lover.

He was anything but.

When he swallowed him whole, taking him deep down his throat, Ethan shook, and Gene went harder to give him the most pleasure possible.

If you were going to wake your mate up, you needed to make it worth it.

Oh, he was going to do this up right, and it wouldn’t be the only head he gave him today.

Ethan could bet on that.

There was going to be check-in head.

Oh, and vacation room head.

And don’t forget beach head.

It was going to be head all day long. If your partner wasn’t dehydrated, and begging for electrolytes, you weren’t doing it right.

“Please,” Ethan whispered, and Gene knew what he wanted more than anything.

Gene’s one hand was on Ethan’s thigh, and it was quivering—much to his delight.

A wild Ethan was a horny Ethan, and Gene wanted some cum.

In.

His.

Ass.

In order to make that happen, he needed to push his man over the edge, and rile him up.

Mission accepted.

Yes, he was a horny bear, and there was no Native he wanted to hump more than this man.

It was time to stir his sexy lover up.

As Ethan was on the cusp, and just about to cum, his man stopped blowing him to work his way up his body. At first, he couldn’t believe it, but with the wicked grin on Gene’s face, he got it.

Jesus.

Someone was sadistic today.

“You’re being a dick tease,” he muttered, frustrated that his balls ached, and he wasn’t getting off fast enough.

Gene grinned.

“Oh, well, I gotta be me,” he admitted, before continuing his quest up Hot Native mountain. It was a sleek mountain crisscrossed with ink and goosebumps.

When he finally reached his nipples, Gene played with those, too, knowing the way to push Ethan out of control was to hit all of those erogenous zones.

Like his neck.

His nips.

Oh, and his tight ass.

It was a trifecta of fun.

At that very moment, as the bigger man was over him, Gene’s rock-hard cock was pressed against his asshole, teasing, and tormenting him.

If anything, he knew how to get his man wickedly wild.

As the precum from Gene’s dick lubricated the head of his erection, Blackhawk shivered, and the low guttural moan from his lips was the only sound in the room, other than their heavy breathing.

Someone was desperate.

Well, two someones.

“Fuck,” Ethan whispered, his body bowed as someone was roughly playing with his nipples. “Don’t stop,” he begged.

What Gene was doing to his nipples was borderline abuse, and he loved it.

No, he craved it.

When his hand went into Gene’s hair, forcing his mouth to stay right where it was, they both knew what was coming.

Ethan.

“If you keep that up, I’m not lasting much longer,” he warned as his lower body was being pinned down, and his upper body was victim to his wild-man’s mouth.

His body was quivering as he teetered on the edge between tension and release.

That was all he had to hear.

Gene sucked, teased, and bit the little buds of pleasure, knowing that Ethan loved it. His nipples were super sensitive, and the best way to get him going.

Or get him off.

“God, I can’t get enough of you,” Gene admitted, muttering around the nipple pinched between his teeth as he tugged on it.

Yeah, well, Ethan understood that.

He’d love nothing more than to stay in bed with this man for the rest of his life. He made him want to forget everything but this pleasure.

Gene was his safe place to hide.

He was his oasis when life overwhelmed him—and by life, he meant their jobs.

When the tip of his dick slowly began entering him, Ethan knew he was just about done.

His greatest pleasure now was feeling Gene cum in him. He couldn’t fit all of his dick in him, yet, but just that tiny bit sent shockwaves down his body, and right to his balls.