This screamed clusterfuck and Greyson knew it.
“So, Jarrod died after working a case where someone else died the same way as he did?” he asked.
Blackhawk was willing to bet money on it that the three men were connected.
“How much do you want to bet that if you call the precinct, as an FBI agent, and ask Aaron’s boss what he was working on, that he says Jaden Mendin’s murder?” he said, taking an educated guess.
Well, he wasn’t taking that bet because he knew when Ethan had a gut instinct on something, it generally panned out. Plus, all of this sounded hella weird to him.
So, Greyson pulled out his phone, and punched in the number on the report that Jarrod Shand had filed with Gabe, referencing the local PD.
When it rang, he started handling business.
As he pushed up from the table, he took a walk to have some privacy as he strong-armed the cops for the FBI. There would be no way they were going in blind.
If there was a shitstorm brewing, they weren’t getting caught up in it.
No.
Freaking.
Way.
As soon as he was gone, and the conference room door was closed behind their friend, Gene grinned at his man.
“Thinking about me?” he asked, knowing he absolutely was. “A little birdie was saying someone was checking out my ass.”
Ethan nodded.
God.
He absolutely was.
“Yes, I was.”
Oh, that made Gene giddy. What he wanted to do was pepper the day, and case, with random flirting to keep the momentum going when it came to turning on his man.
“I don’t think you were being lowkey about it, Tala. Someone’s got sex on the brain, and a cage on his cock.”
The man swallowed.
If Greyson didn’t realize that Gene was well aware of all of the people who were checking him out, specifically a Native man wearing a cock cage, then he was out of his mind.
That was the point of making his Tala wear one.
You didn’t have to get horny if your Top kept you horny. That was their new motto.
Forever.
“How’s one of my favorite parts of you?” he asked, stealing a kiss from his man while they had the room to themselves.
Why not?
From the tension in Ethan’s body, there was no doubt in his mind that someone was thinking about sex now just as much as Gene wanted him to.
Oh, and flirting was a damn good time.
PERIOD.
