On a Roll by Beth Bolden (best historical biographies TXT) 📕

Gabriel’s knee. He hadn’t swallowed more than a few sips of beer, was as sober as a judge, but just touching Gabriel made his blood race and his head swim.

It had definitely been too long since he’d had sex.

“Thank you for telling me,” Gabriel said. “You have to know that if you’d told me this story at any point in the last two years, I’d have caved like a terrible hand of cards.” He breathed out, hard and fast. “Goddamn it, I’m halfway to doing it right now.”

“No,” Sean said, suddenly gripping Gabriel’s knee. “No, that’s not why I told you. I don’t want you to give it to me just because I care about it for that reason. I told you because you wanted to know.”

“I did want to know,” Gabriel said wryly. “I honestly had no idea it was like that.”

“You wouldn’t. But that’s okay. I want . . . I want this to be fair.”

Gabriel shot him a look of sheer disbelief. “You want this to be fair now, after you’ve told me your dead husband named your truck?”

Sean had wondered if that was going to be a problem. He supposed if he’d ever really wanted their arguments to end permanently, all he’d had to do was tell Gabe the truth.

But he hadn’t, hadn’t ever even considered it, and told himself the entire time that it was because he wanted to keep Milo to himself. That he didn’t want Gabriel’s goddamned pity. But maybe it had been more than that.

“Yes,” Sean said firmly. “I want it to be fair.”

“I’m not sure that’s even possible,” Gabriel said. “We can’t share it.”

Sean sighed. “No, we can’t. But maybe we can figure something else out.”

“What?” Gabriel’s gaze slid away, and Sean wanted to chase it. “I should have given in two years ago, and I should just do it now.”

It was everything that Sean had wanted to hear, but he knew as soon as Gabriel said the words that he couldn’t just let him do that.

It would ruin everything, tear them apart before Sean ever got to find out anything he really wanted to know. Like if his sex voice was gruff around the edges. If his naked shoulders were as broad as his t-shirts promised. If all that frustration and anger would boil over into something even hotter.

Sean had heard Ren tease his cousin on more than one occasion about his prowess, and yet, as long as Sean had known him, he’d never heard even a hint of Gabriel hooking up with anyone. Definitely not any relationships. Maybe he was picky? Maybe he . . .

No, Sean told himself firmly. It has nothing to do with you.

But, he added thoughtfully, maybe it could.

“I didn’t tell you the truth to get you to give in,” Sean said. “I told you the truth because it was the right thing to do, and also because you’ve asked about a thousand times.”

“Alright.” Gabriel set his empty glass on the brick edge of the fire pit. “So what do you want to do?”

Sean laughed nervously. “I mean, I think it’s pretty obvious, right?”

Gabriel glanced over at him, and his eyes were dark and intense, pinning him to the spot. “Is it? I think I must’ve missed something.”

“I . . . I . . .” Sean didn’t remember if he’d ever just suggested to someone that they have sex. Not someone he didn’t have strong feelings for, who returned them. He took a deep breath. He could do this. He’d kissed Gabriel last night, hadn’t he? He’d always thought that would be the hard thing—kissing someone for the first time after Milo—but it had been so goddamn easy. Easier than breathing. He should be able to do this part of it, right?

“Well, if that’s it,” Gabriel said, “maybe I should go. I’m glad you told me, really. I’m . . .” He sighed. “I just wish this was easier. For both of us."

“What?” Sean found himself scrambling, reaching for Gabriel, but he shucked Sean’s hand away. “No, you can’t . . .”

Gabriel shot him a small smile. “I can’t?”

“You were right,” Sean said. “I can’t stop thinking about it. Not about our stupid argument. Not about what Tony asked us to do. But you.”

“I’m not sure what you’re trying to tell me.” Gabriel’s expression morphed into something guarded. The wall had gone up, and Sean hadn’t even realized it was rising.

“Neither do I,” Sean lied. Why was this not easier? He felt like tearing his hair out. It had been so easy yesterday, to just lean in and kiss Gabriel. Why was it so hard to talk about it? Maybe he should just . . .

But before he could, Gabriel was standing up.

“No,” Sean said with conviction, and when he reached for Gabriel, he didn’t let go that easily. “No, you can’t go. Not like this.”

“Not like what?” Gabriel wondered. “I still haven’t figured out what we’re fucking talking about. You said you wanted to talk, and you did. You told me about your husband. Maybe you didn’t intend to make me feel like an asshole, but I do anyway, and I just . . .”

“I want to kiss you again,” Sean said it in a rush. Like he couldn’t stop the words once he’d started.

“I thought that was something that happened that wasn’t going to happen again?” Gabriel wondered. “I thought you weren’t trying to lead me around by my dick.”

“That’s not what any of this is about,” Sean said. “You said they could be separate and I didn’t believe you, but maybe you were right.”

Gabriel gazed down at him, at the hand that was still wrapped around his forearm. “You didn’t believe that last night.”

Yeah, last night, Sean had gone home and stared at the dark shadowed ceiling for hours, want pulsing through his blood, and he’d realized that maybe it could be separate. If he wanted Gabriel enough—and not only did he, but he was almost certain it was mutual—surely they could