“It’s a constant reminder. When something is going to be touching your dick all day, it’s difficult not to think about it.”
Gene leaned over, and paused, his lips close to his mate’s.
“God. I wish I was touching your dick all day. That had been my vacation plan.”
Oh, it had been Ethan’s, too.
Taking a chance, he leaned into his man, and put his mouth on Gene’s. The kiss was steady, filled with heat, and made his body wake up.
How could it not?
When he broke the kiss, Gene tucked some of Ethan’s hair behind his ears.
“I love you,” he admitted. “I love you more as my hapless sexual prisoner.”
That intrigued him.
Honestly, he’d rather be playing that role than the one where he was sitting in an FBI office with no AC trying to find a killer.
“We have to work, huh?”
Gene just laughed.
That said it all, forcing Ethan to do just that—for the sake of this case.
“Anything on the cops?” Ethan asked, now that he’d gotten that kiss out of his system.
His dick ached again, and he was struggling with not climbing into Gene’s lap—because he could.
“Nothing,” Gene admitted. “I ran Yandriel Potter, and he came back clean. Same scenario as the homicide captain. He grew up here, but his father was a cop. That’s the only difference. Well, that and he isn’t a captain. There are articles about him, and how he gives back to the community. From what I can see, he’s a model cop and citizen.”
Well, that sucked.
They needed some good suspects. Because there were only so many people who could have told Rodrigo where they were.
Again, if he hadn’t been following them. That was a distinct possibility.
“I dug into his partner, Luis Patron. I am on his social media right now. He was Aaron’s best friend. There are pictures of them all over the place. They had some adventures.”
Ethan listened.
“What bothers me the most is that on Friday, Jarod turns the case back over to the local cops, and he dies. The case goes to Yandriel, and the man didn’t see any of this coming. It feels fake.”
Ethan played Devil’s Advocate.
“Well, in their defense, it felt fake to us because we solve serial homicides all of the time. They handle a hit and run, or a domestic turned deadly. Maybe it was easy for us to see a mile away, but not them.”
He had a point.
“Want to watch a video?” Gene asked, holding up the disc.
Since Ethan’s system was still running businesses, trying to find a correlation, he had some time.
“Sure. Hit it.”
Gene popped the disc into his computer, and it began playing. Together, they watched, and Gene made notes.
He had to admit one thing.
