Page 41 of Sticks and Stones (FBI Romance/Thriller #65)

Their Condo

Almost Five

Saturday Night

Y eah, never let it be said that he wasn’t a team player, because Gene Cantrell absolutely was. That he was entertaining any of this was a sure sign that he bled red, white, and blue for the FBI.

Oh, and that he was batshit insane.

That was an absolute definite at this point.

What the hell was Gabe planning?

And why was he meeting someone unknown at a hotel—a luxury one—without having a clue as to what was going on?

He planned to be armed, twitchy, and extremely dangerous.

That might be extreme, but with Gabe…

One.

Never.

Knew.

Again, he wasn’t sure what the boss had planned, but it sounded sneaky, dirty, and definitely outside of the laws of the United States of America.

If he didn’t know that LaRue had played games in Colombia, he’d be worried.

Apparently, the FBI was bending rules in the shadows of some countries.

That he knew that made him hella twitchy about what he was going to be doing tonight.

When he got his message, his hope was Ethan would be keeping his ass inside their condo, too, but that was immediately dashed to hell and back when he saw Greyson’s text.

Well, what could possibly go wrong tonight?

What he’d learned since coming to Philadelphia was that the odds were NOT in his favor, and if it was going to go to shit, here was the location it would blow up in their faces.

Look at the whole Javier Hughes bullshit.

Now, he had to share this all with his real partner, and figure out what they were up against.

Since Greyson was going to be watching Corbin tonight, acting like his babysitter, he was going up to his condo to get changed and ready.

When he was done, he would head down to their place.

Now, it was about getting his partner up to date. He’d opted not to send a text, simply because this sounded all kinds of shady.

He was betting Gabe had a motto on this one.

Leave.

No.

Trail.

Once inside the door, Ethan headed his way, and he was holding his phone.

“Uh, I got this really weird text,” he began, wanting to show his partner.

Oh, well, he didn’t know the half of it.

“Where’s Corbin?” he asked, hanging up his coat in the closet, and taking off his boots.

Ethan jerked his head toward their living room, signaling he was in there.

That Gene was asking him told him a lot about what had gone down for Gene. Someone didn’t want the baby detective to hear.

Blackhawk was caught off guard when his lover wrapped his arm around his waist, pulled him into his body, and they sank into one hell of a kiss.

Holy shit.

The heat went up in that foyer entryway.

With the mating of mouths, Ethan let Gene lead, and he gladly followed. His hands were in the bigger man’s hair, and he was pressed to the wall in a heated tangle of tongues.

Now this was how you greeted your partner when you came home.

This.

Right.

Here.

Gene’s hands slid down from his back, and he grabbed two handfuls of Ethan’s ass, making them both moan.

Jesus.

If only they were alone, Gene knew what he’d be doing.

ETHAN.

Someone smelled delicious, felt amazing, and knew how to kiss.

Thank God he was his.

When Gene slowly broke the kiss, Ethan’s skin was flushed, and that was no easy task.

Native didn’t blush.

Well, not often.

“Holy shit,” Ethan whispered, chewing the gum that had been in Gene’s mouth. It was still minty, and that alone made him crazy.

It was intimate.

It was them.

Blackhawk never thought he’d want to find someone to share gum with, but here he was, and he couldn’t go back.

Gene grinned.

“I like coming home to you. If we were alone, we’d be taking a little sex break,” he whispered in Ethan’s ear.

The scent of Gene’s aftershave assaulted him, and Ethan was bummed they weren’t alone.

“I mean, Corbin can live without us for five minutes,” he said, trying to get the man to take him to bed.

He’d missed Gene all day.

They went from going to the beach, to working this weird-ass case.

Gene sighed.

“EJ, I want that more than anything,” he whispered, taking his man’s hand and placing it over the rock-hard bump in his pants. “But we have issues.”

Ethan nuzzled him, and that didn’t make Gene want to work. It did the exact opposite.

Shit.

He hated when he had to pick work over sex.

“Corbin’s asleep on the couch. He was watching a movie. I need you, Gene,” he whispered. “Please.”

When he stared into his eyes, there was need and desire there. They had a rule that if someone needed sex, they had sex.

Needless to say, they had sex a lot.

Toeing off his boots, he took Ethan’s hand in his, and peeked around the wall that led into the living room. Corbin was asleep on the couch, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket.

The coast was clear.

Taking his hand, he led him past the couch, through the kitchen, and right to the master bedroom.

Inside, he locked the door, and he was to the point.

“ FAST . Greyson is going to be knocking on our door after changing. We need to…”

He didn’t get to finish.

Ethan was up, jumping and wrapping his legs around his man’s hips. Then, he found his mouth, and stole the rest of his words.

The heat went up, and it was crystal clear that this quickie was going to be wickedly wild.

Gene moaned, and Ethan had his libido by the balls with that kiss. His hands were in his hair, and he was driving that mating of mouths like this was their last moments together.

Gene wanted to die this way.

With a Native stuck to the front of him.

As he let the man assault his mouth with his, Gene was lost in that moment.

When the kiss stopped, they were both breathless.

“Fuck, but I can’t get enough of you,” Gene said, his fingers already going to Ethan’s shirt. He got one button undone, and needed him naked.

NOW.

He roughly pulled it from his body, and it drove the other man wild.

Ethan was already working on the buttons of his shirt, and Gene was good with it.

They needed to get changed for later anyway, so there was no time like now to get stripped down.

When Ethan loosened up his grip around Gene’s hips, he slowly began sliding down his body.

Gene leaned against the wall and watched as his man went to his knees.

This was one of those moments that never got old. It never bored him, and it never would.

When he was pulled from his pants. Ethan immediately took him into his mouth, and began teasing him.

“Fuck,” Gene whispered, watching as Ethan gave him a very enthusiastic blowjob.

It was fast.

It was rough.

It made Gene’s toes curl.

He stared up at the ceiling, and realized he did that a lot. Ethan gave head like no one he’d ever been with, and he never wanted anyone on his dick but this man.

“Hurry,” Gene whispered.

Ethan slowed down, prolonging the torment.

“Just let me cum, and I’ll be good,” he admitted, knowing there wouldn’t be enough. There was never enough when it came to Ethan.

God.

He wanted to go up in flames.

As he watched the man do something particularly wicked with his tongue, Gene felt the slide from the edge. There was no way he was lasting long.

He moaned, and slipped his hand into Ethan’s silky black hair. It felt so damn good that he fisted his fingers to tighten it.

Ethan moaned as his own dick strained against his pants. This morning’s sex was hot, but he liked to add fuel to the fire each time they came together.

It was making memories.

Gene took control, forcing Ethan’s head down his cock, making him take more and more of him until he was choking on it.

The wet slurping sounds, and the tears in his eyes made Gene wild.

He couldn’t wait to fuck this man one day. That was going to be an amazing experience.

Bet.

On.

It.

When Ethan looked up at him, his midnight blue eyes pleading to him, he knew what he wanted.

CUM.

And it broke Gene, shoving him off the edge as his lover swallowed that hot wave of heat that ruptured from Gene.

“God!” Gene shouted, as his body lost the battle, and Ethan won that war.

Yeah, he was weak.

When he opened his eyes, he was breathing heavily, but turn around was fair play.

Pulling Ethan up, he shoved him against the wall, and they both moaned. It was when Gene bit his neck, marking him up that Ethan shook.

“Please,” he whispered. “I’m so hard,” he admitted. “I need to cum.”

Oh, Gene knew.

That’s how he felt minutes ago.

With Ethan, it was more than a blowjob. While his partner had perfected his technique, Gene was a master at making Ethan beg.

He could take him from zero to orgasm in no time at all, or he could make him suffer.

“It’s my turn,” he said, running his hands over the big raven tattoo on his chest. “I love making you beg,” he whispered, as he went to his knees.

Ethan watched, and he knew that Gene would make him work for it.

He teased him.

He tormented him.

He baited that monster just begging to come out.

As he started blowing him, already, Ethan’s abs quaked. He couldn’t breathe as he felt like he was sinking under so much pleasure.

That he never wanted to get out.

“Oh, God,” he muttered as the man had a death grip on his dick as he was blowing and jerking him off.

Ethan closed his eyes, and he couldn’t imagine a more perfect moment. There was something about possibly getting caught that made sex even more fun.

As Gene swallowed him, and played with his balls, Ethan stood there trapped against the wall.

“More,” he begged. “I need more, Gene.”

And he gave it to him.

He blew him like it was the last blowjob either of them would give or receive.

When Ethan’s leg shook, Gene played with him, changing up the rhythm to make him crazy.

Ethan moaned, his hips trying to take over and go deeper down Gene’s throat, if he could. The way he worked over his body was addictive.

He never wanted this to stop.

When Gene took him to the top of the climb, he backed off, and then went hard again.

He toyed with him, making his balls ache for release, as that desperation filled him.

Ethan felt like he was going to die if he didn’t cum. There was desperation and need clawing at him, as his libido ached for release.