Because now he had other issues to worry about.
His brother.
This reservation.
Oh, and his goddamn life.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Three A.M.
Hotel
Ethan was a light sleeper, so when the bed moved, he was awoken instantly. Only, before he could roll to his side to see if Gene was okay, he was pinned to the bed.
His lover was above him, staring down at him. There was a wild, hungry look in his eyes, and that signaled that they were both about to be up.
And awake.
Without warning, Gene’s mouth sought out his, and Ethan didn’t fight it.
Why the hell would he?
Sliding into that warm mating of mouths, all the issues he’d been stressing about slipped away with the dreams he’d been having about how he couldn’t escape this place.
Instead, he had big, warm hands cascading all over his body, bringing him pleasure.
His body bowed as Gene began moving down his torso, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his flesh to drive him wild.
And they were.
One of the best things about having a bed mate who was a very giving lover was that there were moments of pleasure peppered throughout the night.
Like now.
Even drugged up, someone’s libido was on.
Thank.
Freaking.
God.
Because Ethan really needed comforting right now, after having his whole world turned upside down.
“Gene,” he whispered, as his lover disappeared below the bedding. It was when he felt his boxers being shoved down, and the wet warmth of Gene’s lips wrapped around his cock that he moaned.
Jesus.
He was a lucky man.
As his boyfriend gave him head, Ethan stared up at the dark ceiling, thinking about nothing but how much he loved this guy. From his good heart to his ability to talk him down, Ethan loved nothing more than being his partner.
At the FBI.
And in life.
As his body was rocked with pleasure, Ethan enjoyed the moment, allowing Gene to set the pace. He was thinking abouthow his man told him he was going to take charge and be in control.
