Oh, he knew.
The HOOKERS.
“He’s a sixteen,” he admitted.
All the ladies giggled as the one held out her hand and showed him the length of the ideal dick. Only, Ethan spread her hands apart a little more.
“Jesus Christ! Ethan Jackson Blackhawk! Leave the nice ladies of the night alone, andGET BACK IN!”
He was ignored.
It was this or have a fight, and Ethan was trying to be a good partner and not make Gene do battle with his fears every single day. The demons were in his mind, screaming that Gene was looking for an escape route because that was the real issue, and he just didn’t want to tell him.
So, he battled for both of them.
“I love his dick,” Ethan said. “I love his heart, and I love when he cuddles with me. His chest hair feels amazing against my chest or back.”
Two of the women sighed.
“I miss fucking a bear. Dibs on the first one tonight,” the brunette said.
Gene just rested his forehead on the steering wheel. This was the weirdest moment of his life, and that was saying a lot since he was a Fed.
“Me too,” Blackhawk said.
Gene gave up.
Ethan may have approached this being absolutely insane, but he got the point. Ethan loved him, and his worries were unfounded. He’d interacted with a bunch of women, and he didn’t even check them out.
“Okay, Ethan. I get it. I’m an idiot.”
Blackhawk focused on the women.
“Thank you for your help. Go get something warm to drink,” he said, handing them the fifty.
Only, he didn’t get in the vehicle. Instead, he kept walking because his temper was still there. What he wanted was his partner to believe in him.
It was hard enough not believing in himself.
The one hooker shook her head as she leaned on the door. The whole time, Gene watched Ethan walking away.
“He’s a good one. You can tell. People don’t see us, and no one talks to us or buys us coffee on a cold snowy night. It’s all about the sex. He must love you. My tits are out for the attention, and he was a gentleman.”
Gene saw that.
Hell!
Everyone in the whole city could see her tits out at that point, and it was clear that she was cold.
When his lover kept walking, Gene had to do something drastic, and since this was all about doing crazy things, apparently, to show love, he parked right in front of the hookers, and got out. Then, he walked down the sidewalk, catching up to Ethan.
“EJ.”
He ignored him.
Well, Gene took things into his own hands. He grabbed him by the back of the coat, turned him around, and put him over his shoulder.
The hookers cheered.
