On that, he agreed.
“Did I like it?” Ethan asked.
He laughed.
“You’re the first person in the history of military zip ties to ever be so amped up you broke out of them. You liked it a whole lot. I’m dehydrated, but in a damn good mood. My man has a hot ass.”
Ethan grinned at him.
When he was about to ask him to join him in the shower, there was a knock on their door.
Immediately, they checked to make sure they were both decent.
Pants.
Were.
On.
It could only be one of two people.
“Come in,” Gene called.
When the door opened, it was Corbin, and the man looked miserable.
“Can I come in?” he asked. “Are you guys decent?”
Well, at least he asked.
Instead of saying anything, Ethan patted the bed between them.
That was all it took. Corbin closed the door, and climbed onto the bed to squeeze in between their bodies. He ignored how hickey’d up they were. Honestly, he didn’t want to know.
As Corbin got comfortable, Gene sighed.
“Goddamn it. He managed to get into bed with my Native. He won,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Corbin laughed.
“If I lick him, do I get to keep him?” he joked.
Yeah, no.
Ethan stopped that then and there.
“I had a run-in with Snow last night. It’s probably best you don’t lick me. I also had a lot of sex. That’s probably a bad idea. I feel crusty and sticky from Gene’s bodily fluids.”
The big man grinned.
“I dare you to lick him,” he teased. “Mmmmm, Gene spunk.”
The man would pass on that. As for them getting in over their heads, Corbin could see their necks, and torsos.
“Who won?” he asked.
Without hesitating, and before he could, Gene pointed at Ethan.
“He definitely won. I think I threw in the flag first with this drug.”
