That worked for Corbin.
Maybe he could pull this off.
“Night, Mom and Dad. Don’t do anything illegal,” he joked.
Then, they were gone.
Oh, he was absolutely going to do so many illegal things.
Gene heard the door shut, and that’s when Ethan lost total control. He pulled off his shirt, and stayed on Gene’s lap. The whole time, the nipple weights swung back and forth, and he ground against his dick.
“I need you,” he whispered. “I want you to fuck me like I’m a stranger.”
Gene swallowed, and his balls tucked up into his body at the visual in his head.
Gene fucked strangers like he’d never seen them again. When he was doing that, there was no finesse. It was rough, raw, and dirty.
It was no-holds-barred, and it was borderline assault. Some men just liked a rough hookup, and he was one of them.
Apparently, Ethan was another.
Yeah, tonight, they might as well enjoy it. Tomorrow would likely suck.
How did he know?
Well, because that was just his luck.
Chapter Eight
Somewhere
In San Juan
Sunday Night
Unfortunately, this was turning into a mess. It was all over the news that another body was found, and people were out talking and discussing it. What they were saying was that camera crews caught sight of the bodies, and there were ritualistic markings.
Well, someone was well aware.
No kidding.
Those symbols took time.
Now, the talking was going to be a problem. While rumor traveling was fine, drawing attention of the law was a problem.
Because there were more to die.
The victims weren’t finished, and having people speculating only made it worse.
Oh, and it was annoying.
That’s why it became essential to up the timeline, and handle the situation before it became apparently clear what was going on there.
That was the last thing that was needed.
Sitting at the restaurant, having a late dinner, the whole spectacle was on the news, and the entire place was fixated on it.
They were muttering a few key words.
