To say his control was frayed would be an understatement.
With a brutal thrust of his still clad hips, he drove deep into Ethan’s ass and came.
HARD.
He roared in release, and as he did, the whole world spun as he fell to the couch, bringing Ethan with him.
And there was silence.
From across the room in the window, Callen watched with shock, his eyes huge. A part of him wanted to move away, but a part of him was mesmerized by what he was seeing.
Oh, this was the last thing he ever expected.
Ethan was the most masculine man he’d ever met, and here he was…
Being fucked.
He wasn’t sure why he’d thought his brother would definitely be the giver, and not the receiver, but that was exactly how he’d pictured it.
Now, here he was, watching as his naked brother straddled his boyfriend’s lap as he began riding him. Around his neck a rosary was wound.
Not only was he taking dick, but he was wearing a religious symbol. What the holy fuck?
Color him shocked, surprised, and mystified.
His brother looked…tamed.
What kind of power did his man have? Because from the look of calm on Ethan’s face, to the way he was being roughly manhandled, someone wasNOTin control.
His.
Brother.
Silently, he watched as his brother bounced in the other man’s lap, his head thrown back, and rapture etched into his face. Someone was in the throes of passion.
Yeah, Callen couldn’t look away. There was something so fascinating about it. Maybe it was the look on his brother’s face, or maybe it was the fact that stealing glimpses of it was…taboo.
Callen forgot what he was doing, peeping on the two men in his cabin.
Jesus.
Worse, he had an erection, and that freaked him the fuck out in ways he couldn’t even admit.
Why the hell was he aroused by watching his brother being fucked?
What did all of this mean?
Inside, Gene manhandled his man even more. Since Ethan was being accommodating, it was time to draw the line and take control.
“Who owns you?” he asked.
Ethan moaned.
“You own me.”
Gene bit him on the nipple and Ethan’s eyes rolled back into his head in such pleasure.
“Call me by my name,” he ordered. “If you want me to continue, say it!”
