Thank God Javier Hughes was inPhiladelphia—away from them. At least Ethan wouldn’t be abducted, and he wouldn’t be shot in the chest.
There was a silver lining.
“Greyson is picking us up. Gabe sent him here, but so far, our boss isn’t suspicious about our cover story. I just hope he doesn’t try to find a passenger manifesto with your name on it. Then, we’re outed.”
He was aware.
As long as they gave him no reason to be suspicious, Gabe was easy to outmaneuver.
Really.
“Can you help me with this?” Ethan asked, “I’m not sure how to put my dick away. I can’t tuck left or right in this cage.”
Say less.
He’d help tuck the man’s dick away any day of the week.
As Gene helped Ethan zip up, it definitely looked like he had a boner through his jeans, and he was sick enough to admit that he loved it.
They were both thinking the same thing, and Ethan flushed red.
“You’ll be staying by my side all day,” Gene admitted, possessively. “You can’t even take a leak without taking it off, so let me know when you need to.”
It drove him wild that Ethan couldn’t do anything dick related without asking him to assist.
He needed him, and that was so incredibly sexy.
That possessiveness rose up, nearly choking him with its intensity.
This man brought it out in him.
“I want to look at your crotch and know that’s all mine. I also want you to know that you’re owned.”
Ethan wanted that.
Desperately.
Because he wanted one more moment together, Gene wiggled his finger toward his sexy submissive.
“Come here and kiss me,” he ordered.
Ethan did as he asked, and when he was in Gene’s body, the man pulled the hair tie out of his hair, letting it fall down on his shoulders.
“I don’t recall telling you that you could pull it back, Tala. I want my man’s hair down. It’s sexy, and reminds me of silk.”
Then, he grabbed a handful of it, and plundered. He kissed Ethan like a starving man, punishing him for taking a kiss without having asked permission.
The punishment seemed fair.
A kiss for a kiss.
As he plundered, devoured, and took all that he wanted in that mating of mouths, Ethan moaned.
Holy shit.
Gene’s mouth was lethal.
When he set him free, Ethan tucked his hand into Gene’s so he could have the last few minutes to hold it. His body wassinging with pleasure, and they were both thinking about sex and each other.
