Rough Stock by B.A. Tortuga

Author:B.A. Tortuga [Tortuga, B.A.]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Beau put his head down, hands in his pockets, walking what Sam would call his bulldog walk. If

Sam was talking to him, which he wasn't. The ride back to the hotel from the venue had been icy

quiet, Sam just staring over at him every so often, lip curled.

Now, he just had to figure out what he'd done, so he could either apologize or tell Sam to kiss his

shiny white ass.

They got to their room, Sam slamming the door back on its hinges when he went in, tossing his

heavy duffle against the chair hard enough that something cracked.

Beau took his hat off and set it aside, raising a brow, going for cool and collected. "You got a

problem, Poot?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I got a problem. You going to start feeling up Adam Fucking Taggart in the middle

of the arena during every round or only when you're in the money?"

Blinking, Beau almost nodded, but then realized what Sam had said. "Uh. Did I?"

"Jesus. Yeah. Yeah, you did. Old habits die hard and shit, huh? I'm going to take a shower." The

bathroom door slammed open hard, the tension in Sam's shoulders stretching the sponsor's name

all out of whack on the man's shirt.

"Sam. That was a damned long time ago. He was just being nice, telling me good ride, huh?"

Jesus, some kinda bug had crawled up Sam's ass, and he didn't think it was really Adam.

"Yeah. Right. Like any of the Taggart boys do nice. Whatever. You just. Shit."

Sam was stripping off clothes, his compact, fuzzy body appearing, and Beau couldn't figure why

they was fighting when he was faced with that. "Damn, Poot. Who did I leave with?"

"Somebody who didn't make a fucking dime at another event."

The words hung there for a second and it was like a lightbulb came on. He put his hands on his

hips, planting his feet and gearing up to fight, just like he'd gear up to ride. "Uh-huh. You're just

a worthless piece of shit, broke-dick cowboy, ain't you, Poot?"

Roughstock: File Gumbo - Season One - 96

"Fuck you." Oh, look at those cheeks go red, hands balling up into fists.

"Well, why not say it? It's what everyone is thinking, huh? Joa was out there pulling rope for

you, thinking how you was gonna fall off and then him and Balta could have a good laugh,

right?" Sometimes Sam got so stupid that all Beau could do was rile him up.

Those shoulders bunched and Sam moved so goddamn fast he didn't even see the upper cut land

on his jaw. "I may be fucking broke-dick, but I ain't sharing your ass, you understand me?"

Staggering, Beau flailed out and caught the bathroom door so he didn't go down. Then he

launched himself at Sam, tackling him back against the sink counter. "I never said you had to,

you bastard."

He heard Sam's back creak, then those hands landed on his arms, shaking him good.

They bounced off the bathtub, the wall, and the door again before they ended up on the tile out in

front of the hotel room door, their knees hitting hard.

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