Are you really okay?He signed, so just he would see what he was asking.
Gene considered it.
Was he?
His intent when he came into this relationship with Ethan was to always be monogamous, but over the last year, something happened.
He’d fallen in love with all of them.
It wasn’t planned, but it had definitely happened. Now, he was happily entangled with four other people, and he’d never been in a better place than this.
For Christ’s sake, Elizabeth flew to wherever his brothers Ben and Matt had been, talked them into showing up here, and being part of his life again.
If that wasn’t love, what was?
There was no doubt that she loved him so deeply, that she’d do anything for him, and she’d die for him without a doubt.
And he’d do the same for them.
I’m more than fine with them touching me, EJ. My only concern has been about you feeling awkward with it. If you’re good, I’m good,he signed back.
Ethan absolutely was.
Then, let’s make some memories.
Apparently, they had decided.
Once in the bedroom, they all began stripping down, and Chris had pulled the bedding down on the bed, so they could get comfortable.
And likely messy.
There was going to be a lot of cum.
Already, Callen’s dick was upright, and there was no shock there. He was the lustiest one in the pack of Blackhawks, minus Elizabeth.
“Rules?” Callen asked, knowing Gene would understand. It was his wedding night, so to speak, and he got to set the pace.
Gene didn’t hesitate.
There would be no rules. There would only be their genuine selves, and lots of love.
“I’m good,” he said. “You don’t have to walk on eggshells. There’s nothing anyone can do to me that’s going to freak me out.”
Callen was curious.
“So if Miss Kitty climbs Mount Saint Gene, and takes a ride, you’re not running for the hills?” he asked. “Because one of these things is not like the others,” he sang.
Elizabeth laughed.
“You’re such a dick sometimes,” she stated. “Shut up and dick me good.”
He winked at her.
Oh, he would be.
Bet.
On.
