From where they stood, the two men considered it.
Okay, that was true.
They were just making sure. You couldn’t undo sex, and if they went there, it was kind of in the books for all eternity. Gene could stop it, but he couldn’t erase it.
Callen was pretty loosey-goosey in bed, when he was given the green light.
“So, for clarification, we’re all getting on the Gene train?” Chris asked. “I’m so freaking drunk that I need clear, concise answers and a diagram, if possible. Venn diagrams are pretty good in situations like this.”
Elizabeth snorted.
The scientist in the group was crazy. That was for damn sure, but he was allowed to ask. In an open marriage, all the pieces were equal, and had that right.
She pointed at Gene but focused on Chris and Callen to make sure they got it.
“He. Said. His. Dick. Is. Not. Off. Limits. You. Can. Hop. On. If. Ethan. Is. Fine. With. It.”
The man laughed.
He’d not really needed small words, and his wife was ridiculous.
“And Ethan is fine with that?” Chris asked, amused but needing to know.
Chris had already volunteered a while ago to join Ethan in Tala-ville if he needed someone else to be a bottom with him. Gene touching him didn’t bother him in the least. He’d woken up with Gene against him, cuddling plenty of times.
He smelled like Ethan most of the time, and was a gentle guy with a big heart. How could you not be attracted to that?
This was more about Ethan being twitchy with his brother having sex with his man. The Kaya Cheek nightmare came up at the oddest moments.
As for Ethan, the man in question nodded.
Facts were facts.
They were all bound together, and jealousy wasn’t a thing in their world when you were married to someone. No one was leaving or being shoved out. If Callen touched Gene, he was more than good with that.
This was their new relationship.
This was their all-encompassing marriage. Gene couldn’t be stolen away, and this time, permission was given before the act.
“I’m good with sharing Gene, like how Elizabeth shares all of us. He’s part of us now. All’s fair in Blackhawk fuckery,” Ethan admitted. “Let’s go to bed.”
Well, the only reason Gene had been holding back was no longer an obstacle.
Ethan was giving his permission, and it looked as if Gene was taking a walk on the non-monogamous side.
Finally.
Callen shrugged.
“I’m in,” he said, just like that. “I like fuckery. In fact, I prefer it.”
That was amusing.
Yeah, booze always made things easier. That was for damn sure.
As they began walking toward the master bedroom part of the penthouse, Ethan was right beside Gene.
He glanced over.
