Chapter One
Sunday Morning
Vacation Day
Redo
Hell, yeah, but he was so damn giddy. That the day was here, Gene Cantrell couldn’t help but smile like a lunatic. Finally, after having to cancel and postpone their vacation to Puerto Rico, it was finally going down.
And it was well deserved.
Trust and believe that.
Over the last few weeks, it had been a rollercoaster ride that no one wanted to be on.
They’d had to hold their breaths to wait to see if the man who hurt Corbin would be caught, and when he was found dead in that park…
It was time to breathe again.
Why?
Because Gene had taken out the trash, and that particular bag of rubbish was NOT finding its way back into the city.
Thanks to making a deal with the boss devil, Landry was dead.
Yeah, like a doornail.
Apparently, the ME’s report was in, and someone had blunt force trauma all over his body. Like he’d been run over by a car.
Or mauled by a bear.
In this scenario, he was most definitely the bear.
Normally, Gene would NEVER take the law into his own hands, but Corbin was family, and the minute he opted to take that shower—there was no way the courts were handling this.
If Landry thought he was getting off scot-free…
Yeah, no.
Not on Gene’s watch, and for now, Philadelphia was his playing field.
Also, it may have cost him another year as Gabe’s hand of justice in this city, but for Corbin, who was part of his family, it was worth the time.
He’d done the crime.
And he’d certainly do the time.
Then, if that time hadn’t been stressful enough, there was the fact that Javier Hughes was out on bail, so he was continually having to watch his back like every breath could be his last.
And that shit wasn’t happening either.
If that piece of perverted filth thought that he’d go down and leave Ethan behind…alone.
Nope.
Not happening.
So, life went on. They’d both had to go right back to work like nothing monumental was going on around them. They had to keep fighting the good fight in order to help keep the city above water.
Oh, and that was no easy task.
Not.
At.
All.
Truthfully, the following weeks had been a blur, and finally, Corbin was getting better, so they could take a little vacation.
To Puerto Rico.
Oh, and that was the land of tan, sand, and Ethan Blackhawk mostly naked on the beach.
Yeah, that was his kind of happy destination any day of the week.
The both of them were more than happy to get away to get some downtime.
This was their light at the end of the tunnel after nearly getting plowed over by a train.
They were so happy that once up, that morning, they’d fornicated like wild animals, enjoying that they were not working for a week.
They were home free.
Normally, Corbin and Will were crashing there, but last night, the two men wanted to give them some privacy, so they stayed at Will’s place. They would be there for the next week, so Corbin could feel safe.
For the first time in the last five weeks, the nest was ‘kid’-free, and there had been no reason to be quiet.
So, they weren’t.
They had gone to bed wild, and they had awoken that way too. Gene had gotten Ethan up early, and with his mouth.
Then, Ethan had taken some ass.
Gene’s.
That had been the best way to wake up.
Later, he was planning on slathering his hot, tan Native with coconut-scented body oil, and sliding all over him.
Dick out.
And into his ass.
Yeah, Gene wanted to watch his man ride dick.
HIS.
There was going to be no stress, no worries, and certainly no one bothering them. Only Corbin, Will, and Greyson had a clue as to where they were going to be.
If the shit went down in Philly…
NOT.
IT.
So now, as they were on the flight, minding their business, they would be landing shortly. The second they got to the resort at the gay, all-inclusive resort, someone was going to be in his lap.
Bet.
On.
It.
The highlight of his day wasn’t just the fornicating, but planning out every single moment on vacation where they would be…FORNICATING.
If anything, Gene was predictable.
He blamed Ethan for being sexy.
Speaking of Ethan…
He must have been grinning a little too big, because Ethan bumped his leg with his own, chastising him.
“You look like a crazy person smiling like that. We’ve chased people who got that look on their faces. Try not to give off the ‘I’m a serial killer’ vibe, Babe.”
Gene grinned even more.
He couldn’t help it.
They made it on vacation, and NOTHING was going to ruin this for him.
Not.
A.
Thing.
Gene was honest.
“Hot, sexy man, I’m mid fantasy. Right now, you’re shaking that hot ass of yours, and I’m fucking it,” he said, quietly so they could have a private conversation.
He didn’t care, but he was sure the old lady in B-twenty-four and the old man in the seat next to her would care.
Hell!
For all he knew, they were heading to Puerto Rico to do the same thing.
Who was he to judge?
Maybe it used to be ‘Virginia is for Lovers’, and now it was ‘Puerto Rico is for Perverts’.
On top of the two older people, Gene felt like they were being watched, and he was betting it was because of his mate.
Ethan was sexy.
Sometimes, too sexy for his own good.
While dressed down, in jeans and a simple polo shirt, his tattoos were sticking out on his arms just below the lower cuff on his short sleeves.
Gene was no fool.
The man looked delicious, and if he wanted to have a piece of him, so would others.
Usually, it was the ladies, and thankfully, for Gene, he’d come to grips with that. They were very secure in their relationship, and that was nothing but smooth sailing.
There was no doubt that others also couldn’t resist his raven’s wing hair kissing the tops of his shoulders as it framed his chiseled cheekbones. Those alone made a person want to write sonnets.
Or dirty limericks.
It was a toss-up between them for Gene, and he wasn’t too proud to admit that.
“I see,” Ethan said, amused by his man. It always befuddled him how this man could easily make him feel like he was perfect and desired.
Clearly, he saw something Ethan didn’t, but when Gene was grinning that lecherously, he had plans.
BIG.
PLANS.
And Ethan was down with that.
“Oh, you’ll be seeing a lot, EJ. A lot of me having some sneaky, sexy fun. A lot of me giggling as I check out that perfect ass. Oh, and even more of me dancing a happy little jig because for the next week, the ONLY thing we HAVE to do is each other.”
He gave him a fist bump.
“Amen,” Ethan said, and he wasn’t even a Christian. That was how right the man was.
“I can’t believe we actually got the hell out of the city. I was holding my breath until we took off. Now, I can have fun. There’s no stopping this vacation.”
Blackhawk laughed.
“We haven’t landed yet,” he admitted. “The plane could turn around and bring us back.”
He pointed.
“Bite your tongue, EJ.”
Oh, he was aware, but he knew the universe didn’t hate him like that. Gene had one goal. Once they landed, they’d take the shuttle that left the airport hourly, and be safely tucked away on that resort.
For.
Some.
Fun.
The first thing he was going to do was take his man, and then, he’d let him return the favor.
They’d go back and forth until someone passed out, or the building melted around them.
“I hope you packed my favorite little sex toy, Tala,” Gene admitted. “Because he’s coming out while we’re here, too. I’m going to enjoy him in the sun and sand.”
The minute he said that, Ethan’s erection throbbed.
Oh, he was hoping that Gene brought that out in him while they were on vacation. This morning, he’d taken Gene, and he’d found that when they switched it up, it was fun for both of them.
Who didn’t want to climb all over a bear?
God knew he did.
“Well, Tala isn’t in the luggage,” Ethan admitted. “In fact, I didn’t pack him.”
Gene looked over.
Oh, and his face said one thing.
He.
Was.
Disappointed.
“No Tala?”
Ethan gave him the good news.
“I’m Tala. I left Ethan back home. I know we look alike, but we only had two tickets.”
Oh.
Hot.
Damn.
That was even better.
Now, the grin was back, and it was a mile wide. At the words, Gene got hard, and he didn’t even care if people could see that he had an erection through his jeans.
Screw it.
This was his vacation, and he was going to enjoy it.
There was no doubt there.
Trust and believe.
There was no way he was slowing down when it came to debauchery and kinkiness. In fact, he was breaking out all the stops, and he planned on using Ethan while he was in the mood to be submissive.
“So, I get to have my fun with Tala?” he whispered, his lips by his lover’s ear. “Since you left Ethan at home, does that mean it’s all Tala, all of the time?” he asked, hopefully.
For Gene, who mostly preferred to be the bottom, seeing Tala come out and play wasn’t as common, so when he was in the mood…
Gene got into the mood fast.
Ethan nodded.
Then, he took advantage of the situation. Gene couldn’t do anything in the very public space, but Ethan could turn him on and make him crazy.
Sue him.
Ethan liked flirting with a bear.
Later, if he was lucky, he’d be mauled.
In a good way.
With his lips by Gene’s ear, he said one thing.
“Tala is fully ready to be your sex slave, and give you anything you want this entire week. I mean anything, Daddy.”
The second he said that, Gene didn’t know whether he should start singing showtunes and thanking the universe he was gay as fuck, or get on his knees and pray to the blessed baby Jesus and his momma, Mary.
The vacation was a gift, and now this was an even bigger one.
Oh.
Holy.
Shit.
He was getting a sexy bottom for the whole vacation. That was the gift that would keep on giving.
Gene’s mouth went dry, and he couldn’t even think straight. All he could picture was Tala riding him, and the pleasure it was going to be when they were sweaty, dirty, and cum covered.
And that was happening in any freaking order.
Now, this was a vacation.
There was nothing stressing them out as all of their cases were closed.