Gene knew the sexiness would continue.
Bet.
On.
It.
You could take Ethan Blackhawk out of the cock cage, but you couldn’t take the kinkiness out of the man.
They’d already proved that.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Dark Spirits
Seven P.M.
San Juan
Gene was quiet on the drive over there, and there was one reason. The man beside him had stolen his breath.
When Corbin and Will had left the resort bedroom, Gene’s body went hard with what he saw.
His man had put on black dress pants, a black shirt, and it was unbuttoned at his throat. If that wasn’t hot enough, his hair was down, and he smelled like sin.
Jesus.
Christ.
That alone made Gene want to commit a plentitude of sins.
All of them involving his man.
Someone cleaned up real good, and he couldn’t wait to get him messy later.
That was half the fun of being with Ethan Blackhawk. Sullying him up was always a fun adventure.
Now, as they were getting out of the car, Ethan was beside him as they walked towardDark Spirits. What caught Gene off guard was he felt Ethan put his hand in his.
And it made him giddy.
Every time they held hands in public, like they were normal people, it gave him a thrill.
This was his lover.
His significant other.
And his other half.
Someone wasn’t afraid to be seen with him, and that said a lot about how far they’d come with their relationship as of late.
Giving his hand a squeeze, Gene enjoyed the simple moment, as it became one of his favorite memories of this trip.
It was the blossoming of Ethan Blackhawk.
Someone was growing and it was beautiful to watch it happen.
Behind them, Corbin and Will were doing the same thing, following them up the ramp and toward the‘spooky’bar.
