Jack clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, feigning a look of being scandalized. "I would never. I'm a straight-laced, innocent farm boy from rural Indiana." It was hard to keep up the face with Gabe's fingers in his short hair and shoulders, a small hot burn of tender flesh announced with the pressure. "You've lead me down the Devil's path with that heat of yours. I am not responsible for how rough we were during and after it." His grin made it clear that he knew exactly that he was responsible and owned it.

Their mix of tender and rough was perfect, and he wouldn't change it for the world. Soon enough they would discover more about each other and their likes and dislikes in the bedroom. That was part of the joy of getting to know one another on such a level.

He shrugged his shoulders; the idea of getting bigger or better didn't matter to him in the least. He was there for the company after all. "I just want to be around you; the circumstances don't matter as much to me."