Who was he to judge?
Maybe it used to be‘Virginia is for Lovers’, and now it was‘Puerto Rico is for Perverts’.
On top of the two older people, Gene felt like they were being watched, and he was betting it was because of his mate.
Ethan was sexy.
Sometimes, too sexy for his own good.
While dressed down, in jeans and a simple polo shirt, his tattoos were sticking out on his arms just below the lower cuff on his short sleeves.
Gene was no fool.
The man looked delicious, and if he wanted to have a piece of him, so would others.
Usually, it was the ladies, and thankfully, for Gene, he’d come to grips with that. They were very secure in their relationship, and that was nothing but smooth sailing.
There was no doubt that others also couldn’t resist his raven’s wing hair kissing the tops of his shoulders as it framed his chiseled cheekbones. Those alone made a person want to write sonnets.
Or dirty limericks.
It was a toss-up between them for Gene, and he wasn’t too proud to admit that.
“I see,” Ethan said, amused by his man. It always befuddled him how this man could easily make him feel like he was perfect and desired.
Clearly, he saw something Ethan didn’t, but when Gene was grinning that lecherously, he had plans.
BIG.
PLANS.
And Ethan was down with that.
“Oh, you’ll be seeing a lot, EJ. A lot of me having some sneaky, sexy fun. A lot of me giggling as I check out that perfect ass. Oh, and even more of me dancing a happy little jig because for the next week, theONLYthing weHAVEto do is each other.”
He gave him a fist bump.
“Amen,” Ethan said, and he wasn’t even a Christian. That was how right the man was.
“I can’t believe we actually got the hell out of the city. I was holding my breath until we took off. Now, I can have fun. There’s no stopping this vacation.”
Blackhawk laughed.
“We haven’t landed yet,” he admitted. “The plane could turn around and bring us back.”
He pointed.
“Bite your tongue, EJ.”
Oh, he was aware, but he knew the universe didn’t hate him like that. Gene had one goal. Once they landed, they’d take the shuttle that left the airport hourly, and be safely tucked away on that resort.
For.
Some.
Fun.
The first thing he was going to do was take his man, and then, he’d let him return the favor.
