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

Sean knew, because Ren had just told him, and he’d also just told him that Gabriel didn’t like things free and easy. He liked it messy. And Sean didn’t think that Ren was talking about getting down and dirty during sex.

Maybe Sean liked it a little messy too; if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have picked Gabe to be his hookup. Of course, he hadn’t really deliberately picked Gabriel; if he thought about it, it was his cock that had done all the picking.

“Yeah, I can see that,” Sean said.

They were quiet on the last block before Sean’s townhouse.

He was wondering the whole time, with every step closer they took, if Gabriel would be on him the second the door closed, if it would be like last time or if it would be different. If Gabriel would change it up.

He did.

Sean unlocked the door, and even though he felt the warmth of the man beside him, hovering close, he didn’t touch him. Didn’t even touch him when they were inside. Just stood there, looking at Sean like he was some kind of mystery he wanted to unravel.

He’d been so relieved that last time things hadn’t been awkward. That Gabriel had just seamlessly taken over, and made him feel good, and hadn’t let him think too much or too hard about it.

But now, he couldn’t stop thinking.

“I wasn’t sure we were going to do this again,” was what Gabriel finally said, and Sean wanted, despite that he knew better, to scream at him.

“Why?” he asked, instead. Because if he did scream, then this definitely wouldn’t be happening again.

“I don’t know.” Gabriel shifted his weight again, looking just as uneasy as he had earlier today. “You didn’t say you wanted me again.”

Sean rolled his eyes. Was that what this was really about? That he hadn’t, the very next day, gone up to Gabriel, and confessed how life-changing the sex had been? The man was smart, but he could be pretty damn stupid, too.

“Get over here,” Sean said gruffly, and Gabriel came, melting into him like it was just the invitation he’d been waiting for.

Sean’s fingers tangled in his hair, and he tilted him just the way he wanted, kissing him deeply. It was incredible how Gabriel shivered in response just with a kiss, his cock a hard, hot line against his thigh.

He pulled away for a second, sliding his fingertips down Gabriel’s exposed arms, feeling the goose bumps rise on his skin as he touched him. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” he said.

Gabriel’s eyes were dark. Intense. Sean sometimes felt like he could lose himself in them, if he didn’t keep one foot on solid ground. “What do you want?” he murmured. His hand, hot and certain, trailed down Sean’s spine, resting right above the curve of his ass. “Do you still want what you did last time?”

Did he still want it? He was desperate for it.

“Yes,” Sean said.

Maybe he should be embarrassed at how crazy he was for it, especially considering that he’d gone this long without. But suddenly, it was unacceptable that Gabriel wasn’t inside him right now.

“Okay,” Gabriel said. “We’ll see what we can do about that.”

Sean didn’t realize what he’d really meant by those words until they’d gotten to the bedroom, and were trading kisses of increasing fervor, between pulling their shirts off. He nibbled Gabriel’s bottom lip, and he groaned, pulling back.

“Hey, you’d better be careful with that, or you’ve got no chance in hell of eventually getting what you want.”

“What?” Sean asked impudently. “Don’t like a little nibbling?” He leaned in, nibbling again, and was rewarded with an even louder groan. “I think you really like a little nibbling,” he said.

“Probably too much,” Gabriel admitted, his cheeks flushing. “I’m gonna come before I even get a finger in you.”

“What about your cock?” Sean pouted. He knew he’d need prep. It had been a long time, and Gabriel’s dick wasn’t exactly small.

“Eventually,” Gabriel said, and Sean knew he was being deliberately evasive.

Sean frowned, his fingers stilling on the button of Gabriel’s khaki shorts. “I’m not made of glass, you know. I’m not going to fucking break.”

“It’s just . . . it’s been a long time for you.”

Before it had all been hot passion, but now Sean could see the care in Gabriel’s eyes. But he didn’t want to see it. He’d asked Gabriel here for one purpose and one purpose only. To fuck him.

He almost thought, if he won’t, I’ll find someone who will. But he didn’t, because it was a lie. He didn’t want Ren, or just any random guy. He wanted Gabriel.

“So what, you’re going to give me a finger or two and hope that’s enough?” Sean said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I said I wanted to get fucked, not finger fucked, thank you very much.”

“I . . .” Gabriel tried to say but Sean wasn’t done, and interrupted him.

“And if I can’t handle something, I’ll tell you. We’ll deal with it. But you don’t get to make my choices for me. We’re fucking, that’s all.”

Gabriel’s gaze narrowed. “If fucking is what you want, fucking is what you’re gonna get.”

“Oh?” Sean decided he liked this determined version of Gabriel. It reminded him of how pissed off he’d been right before the meatball had gone sailing through the air.

Maybe if they’d just decided to fuck then, they could’ve saved two years of bickering.

Gabe’s hand was firm and so, so sure as he reached out and grabbed Sean’s ass, gripping it hard.

He and Milo had always been so careful with each other. Careful in the way that Gabe kept wanting to be, but Sean discovered that this was really good, too. It worked him up, made his blood race as he thought about Gabriel manhandling him, fingers digging into his hips as he worked his cock in.

And then he did manhandle him onto the bed, pushing him up onto it, using his larger size and unexpected strength and then