To reward his lover, Gene pulled him into his body, and nuzzled him.
“Go shower. I’ll get us coffee, and then I’ll shower after you. No jerking off to cum. I own your dick,” he reminded him.
Oh, he liked that.
A lot.
Ethan headed in, and as he did, Gene watched his hot man walk across the room, his hair kissing his shoulders, and his ass right there to be admired.
Good God.
Ethan Blackhawk should be illegal.
If everyone had an Ethan, there would be lots of happy people in the world.
Thank God, he had the original and only one.
When the bathroom door closed, Gene pulled on clothes to go get them coffee from the coffee cabana across the beach.
It was quiet out, and people were still sleeping.
Lucky them.
Had it not been for this case, they’d be napping, fornicating, and cumming. Now, they were working, fornicating when Gene could find time, and trying to find a killer.
That wasn’t nearly as fun.
Since he had work on the brain, he pulled out his phone, and he texted Corbin, telling him that he’d call the police station so that he could head there at any point.
Gene knew that he and Ethan had a date at the FBI office first thing, before they were dropped into this case.
He needed a gun, and autopsy reports.
There was no way he was doing this case without both of those things.
When his phone chimed, he read the message that had just come in.
‘I’m surprised you’re up. No, I’m not shocked you’re up. I’m shocked you’re working. I hope you untied Ethan and set him free. We’ll head there in a little bit. I’ll check in with you after I talk to the homicide captain.’
Gene wasn’t going there.
It wasn’t fun when it was easy, and Corbin was pretty much an easy mark to bust.
Grabbing two coffees, he made a mental note to call Greyson after he got to the office and harassed the ME for the autopsy of last night’s agent.
He was curious if Gabe was suspicious or not, but he wasn’t willing to put that in a text, asking him.
Just.
In.
Case.
The Dragon Slayer would absolutely have IT print out their texts and snoop.
He was a bitch like that.
As he carried the coffees back, and unlocked the door to their room, he was surprised when he walked in. He’d been running the day’s plans through his head from interviews to the things he needed to do, and he’d been caught off guard.
