Chapter Nine #3
“We have to get Sleeping Beauty into the hotel. I’ll go get the keys. Then, we’ll move him.”
Gene nodded.
“Gotcha, partner in crime.”
Ethan laughed more and got out. He headed in, and as he was checking them in, that’s when he caught motion from the corner of his eye.
As he looked over, he saw Gene carrying Callen in over his shoulder.
Oh, shit.
The only issue with that was that the concierge also saw it happening, and he was staring as a big bear of a man was carrying a bigger Native man over his shoulder.
Like he’d abducted and drugged him.
Yep.
Telenovela.
The bottom line was that Ethan had to get some control over this.
So, when in doubt, do what every Fed would do in that situation. He flashed his badge, and kept his fingers crossed.
“We’re transporting him for arrest. Don’t ask questions,” he said, pulling his jacket back and showing that he was armed too. “He’s wanted in a few states for…well, crimes.”
God.
He hoped Callen never had to come into this hotel for official business, or he was in for a shock.
That was for sure.
The man behind the desk just nodded.
And threw the keys at him.
Well, why the fuck not?
Truth be told, he would have done the same thing in his position.
Pointing at the elevator, he followed his partner there and the whole time, Gene was laughing.
Oh, he was out of his damn mind.
“You were supposed to wait!”
He giggled.
“I missed you? I don’t like being away from you, pretty man,” he sang.
Oh, someone was beyond high.
“I had to take another pill,” he stated. “I feel good.”
Oh, he bet he did.
As for making the spectacle, how was he supposed to get angry with him? His man was nursing an injury while carrying his brother after coming here to save him.
Ethan just laughed.
He laughed even more when the elevator opened, and a couple was standing there.
The looks on their faces said it all.
They were horrified.
Gene was holding Callen, and Ethan was holding Gene’s hand in his.
Yeah, he knew what it looked like to the people outside of the elevator.
A threesome gone really wrong.
“Don’t ask,” Gene said. “He can’t hold his liquor,” he said, slapping Callen on the ass.
Well, that did it.
The couple hustled away, and the doors closed.
“Jesus Christ,” Ethan said, laughing. “Callen won’t be able to step off the rez if we keep this up,” he admitted.
Gene just shrugged.
When they opened again on the fifth floor, Gene carried Callen down the hall and had to lean on the wall.
“The hall is spinning,” he muttered.
Oh, boy.
The big man was about to go down.
Luckily, they got Callen into his room, after Ethan opened the door. Once there, he handed Gene the key to their room.
“Go in there. I’ll get him situated.”
Gene saluted, grabbed his man, and kissed him with all he had. It was the hottest kiss, and it woke Ethan’s body up.
When Gene broke it, he palmed his lover’s cheek.
“Mine,” he said.
And then headed out, leaving him alone with Callen. When he was gone, Ethan just stood there.
Uh-oh.
That was oddly timed possessiveness. Ethan was hoping that was just normal Gene behavior, and he hadn’t overheard what his brother had said to him.
Now, Ethan had to get this done so he could make sure Gene wasn’t running around naked himself.
So, he began undressing his brother.
Well, just taking his boots off.
In this situation, the more clothes between them, the better.
As he got him situated in bed, he grabbed the hotel notepad and left him a note.
‘I’m across the hall with Gene. DO NOT LEAVE THE HOTEL. Puke in the bathroom, not on the floor. I’ll stop in before I head out to work. Water on the nightstand. Drink it. You pickled your liver.
Love you.
EJ.’
He placed it down, and turned down the lights, leaving the bathroom on so Callen could see something if he woke up disoriented.
The last thing he needed was a drunk Native raising hell in a hotel because he was confused.
Closing the door, he took the spare key and went into the room he and Gene were sharing.
His man was already in bed, passed out. He’d gotten out of his shirt, but not his pants and shoes.
So, Ethan undressed him too.
There was an awful lot of men getting naked without any of the fun normally associated with it.
He was a little bummed that his man was passed out. Ethan wanted to cuddle and find some comfort in his man’s body. Tonight had been a rough one.
Well, that was out of the question. He wasn’t going to use Gene’s prone body for his own enjoyment.
He wasn’t Kaya Cheek.
Instead, he tried to get his man into position buy rolling him over in the bed. It woke Gene up long enough for him to lecherously pat the bed beside him and wiggle his eyebrows.
Yeah, that wouldn’t happen.
He’d bet on it.
“Sure, if you can stay awake.”
Only, Gene didn’t.
Instead, he went to sleep in three point two seconds. Yeah, he wasn’t going to be having sex with those pain pills onboard.
That was for sure.
Stripping down, he climbed into bed and closed his eyes.
It had been one hell of a day.
Now, Ethan had to hope that tomorrow was better—when it came to the killer.
Because now he had other issues to worry about.
His brother.
This reservation.
Oh, and his goddamn life.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Three A.M.
Hotel
Ethan was a light sleeper, so when the bed moved, he was awoken instantly. Only, before he could roll to his side to see if Gene was okay, he was pinned to the bed.
His lover was above him, staring down at him. There was a wild, hungry look in his eyes, and that signaled that they were both about to be up.
And awake.
Without warning, Gene’s mouth sought out his, and Ethan didn’t fight it.
Why the hell would he?
Sliding into that warm mating of mouths, all the issues he’d been stressing about slipped away with the dreams he’d been having about how he couldn’t escape this place.
Instead, he had big, warm hands cascading all over his body, bringing him pleasure.
His body bowed as Gene began moving down his torso, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his flesh to drive him wild.
And they were.
One of the best things about having a bed mate who was a very giving lover was that there were moments of pleasure peppered throughout the night.
Like now.
Even drugged up, someone’s libido was on.
Thank.
Freaking.
God.
Because Ethan really needed comforting right now, after having his whole world turned upside down.
“Gene,” he whispered, as his lover disappeared below the bedding. It was when he felt his boxers being shoved down, and the wet warmth of Gene’s lips wrapped around his cock that he moaned.
Jesus.
He was a lucky man.
As his boyfriend gave him head, Ethan stared up at the dark ceiling, thinking about nothing but how much he loved this guy. From his good heart to his ability to talk him down, Ethan loved nothing more than being his partner.
At the FBI.
And in life.
As his body was rocked with pleasure, Ethan enjoyed the moment, allowing Gene to set the pace. He was thinking about how his man told him he was going to take charge and be in control.
And he liked that idea.
Mostly because when Gene wanted sex in the middle of the night, he wanted him to just take it.
Who was he to complain?
Someone knew how to take care of him, and Gene was more than a generous lover.
In control, Gene drove him up, and Ethan took that delicious tumble from the edge thanks to his lover’s mouth and hands.
When he slid back up his body, their hands locked together, and Gene stayed above him.
“I needed you,” he said, staring down at him.
Moonlight was coming through the window, and Gene could see the love of his life in the light casting that ethereal glow across his body.
“So, I decided to have you.”
Ethan was trapped, and there was no better place to be than under Gene.
He shared his heart.
“I’m yours to have when you need me,” he admitted. “I love you, Gene. I’ll always love you. Please never doubt that. My heart is yours,” he offered.
Deep down, he suspected that his lover had heard Callen. The look in his brown eyes were of worry, like he might lose Ethan.
And he wouldn’t.
Ever.
He knew who he was meant to be with for the rest of his life, and it was this man.
His man.
At his words, the bigger man’s heart skipped in his chest. He adored this man in ways he never thought possible. The idea of losing him…
It rattled his cage.
That fear was back again, despite what Ethan had told him earlier about never running again.
Now, he knew he had a reason to run back.
Callen.
The man across the hall.
“Mind if I enjoy my mate?” he asked. “Before I pass back out?”
At his words, Ethan smiled.
“Oh, no, sexy man. Don’t have your way with me in the middle of the night.”
That humor was needed.
Gene laughed.
And then, he found his mouth, sinking back into another deeply erotic kiss. There was no better place to be than with Ethan. Now that they were back together, all was right with the world.
They stayed locked together, the heat rising around them.
As they made out, that pleasure rolled through them, bringing them both comfort and joy.
When Gene let his hands go, freeing him, Ethan slid his hands into Gene’s dark hair and kept him locked to his mouth.
He wanted more.
He wanted all.
Together, they both moaned, and there was nothing but sweetness and pleasure between them.
“Get me wet,” Gene whispered when he broke the kiss, clueing Ethan in as to where he planned on putting his dick.
In.
His.
Ass.
Well, he would be more than happy to make that happen. The idea of Gene taking his ass got the juices flowing.
They rolled, and Ethan kissed down Gene’s body, running his fingers across his flesh to pull goosebumps across his skin. He teased his nipples and ran his fingers through the thick chest hair that he loved so much.
A person hadn’t lived until a big bear rubbed his body against them. That tickle of hair gave him goosebumps and joy.
Gene gave him joy.
That was the most important thing.