Page 65 of B is for Beg

Cal:Are you up for a visitor, Gabe?

Gabe:Tonight?

Cal:Yes.

Gabe:Okay.

Blake:Pictures or it didn’t happen.

Cal:And what do you think’s going to happen?

Blake:Hot alpha male sex?

Gabe:I think that might be wishful thinking.

Cal:Go to sleep, princess. If anything happens, photos will be waiting for you when you wake up.

Blake:I’m not sure I’m going to be able to go to sleep with a hard dick.

Cal:You’ll manage.

Blake:You’re mean.

Cal:You enjoy it, really.

There’s a long pause before Blake sends another message.

Blake:It’s a good thing you’re both so sexy.

I laugh out loud. Yes, he likes it.

Cal:Don’t go to sleep, Gabe. I’m heading over.

Gabe:You’re crazy, but I’ll be up.

I’m not entirely sure why I’m pulling on jeans and a T-shirt and walking out the door at eleven at night. I can’t get Blake’s messages from this afternoon out of my head. The way he suggested Gabe and I should spend time together with or without him. Blake comes across a bit flaky on the surface, but he’s anything but. He got Gabe and me to kiss, which was hot as hell. We needed to take that step, and it would have taken us a lot longer to get there without Blake prodding us along. Now he’s got into my head, encouraging me to take another step out of the friend zone.

My palms are sweaty as I head to the tube station and catch a train. The carriage is practically empty. There’s a couple, kissing and laughing, and a group of friends who have obviously been out drinking. They’re not causing any bother, though. They’re just being loud. They’re not even a slight distraction as I read back through our group messages and stare at that smoking hot picture Blake sent. Has he got to sleep yet, or is he still grumbling about not being able to touch his hard cock?

It’s nearly midnight by the time I arrive on Gabe’s doorstep. I ring the doorbell, and he answers a few minutes later, bleary-eyed. He’s wearing pale blue pyjama bottoms and a navy-blue dressing gown with a red-and-blue twisted strap.

“You actually came,” he says.

“You fell asleep, didn’t you?”

“To be honest, I thought you were joking.” He stands aside, letting me in.

“Why?” I kick the door shut with my foot.

“I figured you were winding Blake up.”

“Now why would I do that?”

Gabe smiles thinly. “Because he’s the one you want?”

I grab the collar of Gabe’s dressing gown and shove him up against the wall, kissing him roughly. Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t simply yield to my kiss. His hands bunch into my jacket, and he practically devours my mouth. He pushes me across the hall, slamming my back into the opposite wall.

“Damn, you’re strong,” I say before twisting us both so I’m pressing him to the wall again.