Holy shit.
That was one hell of a sight to be seen. Gene just swallowed and stared at his lover wearing the cage, his pants down low on his hips, showing off his sexy hip-flexor muscles.
That was a view.
Screw the beach.
This was hot.
“Hey! Did I lose you?” Greyson asked, when the call went silent.
Somehow, he managed to find the words again, and it wasn’t easy.
“No, I’m here. Sorry about that. I was tying my shoes,” he admitted.
Only, Gene didn’t have shoes on yet. It was a good thing the man couldn’t see that.
Or the sexiness going on in front of him.
“Well, I got both of your guns, and I even brought Corbin’s. I’m not sure if he was going to be helping you or not. I figured he’d be up your ass since he snuck on the flight.”
Yeah, Corbin wasNOTgetting a gun back yet. After last night, he wasn’t ready yet.
“Well, he’s shitty at espionage, so let’s leave that at that, and you keep the gun. He won’t need it. We’ll meet you out front for that ride, and thanks for the lift,” he said, wanting to get off of that call as soon as possible.
Greyson didn’t mind.
“You can use the car today while you’re out and about. The FBI rented it.”
That he appreciated.
He hoped it was roomy because he would be using it for nefarious reasons at some point.
Call it a hunch.
Having to think about his hot man wearing that kinky cage all day was going to put him in a perpetual state of horniness.
Bet.
On.
It.
“See you in a few,” he said, not wanting to talk any longer.
There was a thing of beauty in the room.
When he hung up, Gene moved closer, and inspected the good ol’ cock cage.
Somehow, he’d gotten his dick in it, and it looked absolutely amazing.
Oh, Gene loved seeing it on him.
More of that ingrained submissiveness fell away for Gene, and he could tell that he was going to enjoy being dominant.
“It’s locked on. Here’s the key,” Ethan said, hoping the man liked it.
As for himself, he was definitely enjoying it. Only, he realized that the whole thing was a giant circle.
