Later, he was planning on slathering his hot, tan Native with coconut-scented body oil, and sliding all over him.
Dick out.
And into his ass.
Yeah, Gene wanted to watch his man ride dick.
HIS.
There was going to be no stress, no worries, and certainly no one bothering them. Only Corbin, Will, and Greyson had a clue as to where they were going to be.
If the shit went down inPhilly…
NOT.
IT.
So now, as they were on the flight, minding their business, they would be landing shortly. The second they got to the resort at the gay, all-inclusive resort, someone was going to be in his lap.
Bet.
On.
It.
The highlight of his day wasn’t just the fornicating, but planning out every single moment on vacation where they would be…FORNICATING.
If anything, Gene was predictable.
He blamed Ethan for being sexy.
Speaking of Ethan…
He must have been grinning a little too big, because Ethan bumped his leg with his own, chastising him.
“You look like a crazy person smiling like that. We’ve chased people who got that look on their faces. Try not to give off the‘I’m a serial killer’vibe, Babe.”
Gene grinned even more.
He couldn’t help it.
They made it on vacation, andNOTHINGwas going to ruin this for him.
Not.
A.
Thing.
Gene was honest.
“Hot, sexy man, I’m mid fantasy. Right now, you’re shaking that hot ass of yours, and I’m fucking it,” he said, quietly so they could have a private conversation.
He didn’t care, but he was sure the old lady in B-twenty-four and the old man in the seat next to her would care.
Hell!
For all he knew, they were heading to Puerto Rico to do the same thing.
