Page 66 of Sticks and Stones (FBI Romance/Thriller #65)

Slowly, he rolled over, and Gene knew he’d done a number on the man’s body. He had bite marks everywhere, his thighs were covered in dried cum, and his dick was still hard. Cum ran down it, pooling at his groin.

God.

He looked delicious, and it took everything Gene had not to take him in his mouth and blow him.

“Pants,” he said, pulling a pair of jeans onto Ethan’s body as he tried to get him dressed.

When he touched his dick to tuck him into his pants, Ethan’s hand went into his hair, and he pulled him down to his mouth, kissing him.

It was a hot tangle of tongues.

When Gene felt something wet on his hand, he realized that just kissing Ethan made him explode.

Fuck.

He’d never forget this night for as long as he lived.

Well, the parts he remembered. What happened at the Four Seasons, stayed at the Four Seasons as far as he was concerned.

“Baby, I have to get you dressed. Can you sit up?” Gene asked as he managed to pull his mouth away.

Somehow.

Ethan nodded, and Gene got him upright. Immediately, he cupped Gene through his pants.

It made him moan.

Yeah, he was still horny.

God.

He wished they could crawl into bed and sleep, but he needed to take care of his man. If they both passed out, they’d sleep away tomorrow.

And duty called.

Pulling a shirt over Ethan’s head, he got him into his jacket, and on his feet.

When he stared into his eyes, they were still halfway dilated.

“I need you,” Ethan whispered, still drugged up.

Yeah, he could see that.

And the feeling was mutual.

“I know, but we have to get home. When we get to our bed, you can climb all over me. Can you walk down the stairs?” he asked, knowing if he had to carry him, he was going to look like he was abducting someone.

Then again, the drugged-up part of his brain liked the idea of that, and his dick twitched.

Jesus.

This shit was dangerous.

Now, he understood why the US Government didn’t want it there. You became a sex slave, a zombie, and had no limits.

“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.

No matter what, he needed to protect his partner. That meant that Gene had to get them home.

As he backed out of the parking space, he made it to the road. At that time of the night, no one was around, and that made him feel a little better about driving in this condition.

Thank.

Freaking.

God.

The other thing he was grateful for was that they didn’t live that far from the hotel.

As he focused on driving, Ethan was leaning toward him as he tried to run his fingers all over Gene’s body.

He had his shirt pulled out of his pants, and his one nipple out.

And he was tormenting him with his mouth.

“EJ, we’ll die. Stop, please,” he begged, as the man’s fingers went to his crotch, and he dropped the zipper of his pants.

Oh, shit!

He couldn’t hold on, and he couldn’t stop him. Gene was fighting the drug with all that he had.

When his lover’s head went into his lap, and he began blowing him, Gene had to pull over, so they didn’t have an accident.

How would he explain the state of their bodies?

They looked like they’d been mauled by a band of horny suction cups. The only place where he didn’t have a hickey was his face.

Thank god.

As Ethan blew him, his hips inadvertently moved, and his body reacted to the blowjob.

He shouldn’t want one.

But he did.

God.

He wanted ten more.

When his fingers slipped into his hair, he forced Ethan’s head down his dick, choking him.

It was when he bit him that he came.

Gene was pretty sure he was empty, and there wasn’t an ounce of cum to be found, but his lover had proved him wrong.

“Fuck,” Ethan whispered, trying to climb into his lap.

It was when they heard the tap on the window, that Gene knew they were fucked.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

And now, they had a whole other slew of problems. Ethan was in his lap, he was dick out, and they were both high on a drug that technically didn’t exist.

Yep.

Gene wasn’t done being fucked.

The law was about to take a turn.