Off the Clock (Mount Hope #2) Read Online Annabeth Albert

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Mount Hope Series by Annabeth Albert
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
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“We’re alone up here now,” I pointed out as I parked in a wide, flat area near the metal gates for the quarry. As soon as I killed the headlights, the spot felt even more isolated, stars gleaming far brighter than they ever did close to town. “And damn. Look at that sky and moon.”

“Yeah.” Tony leaned back in his seat, adjusting it with a click that made a fresh wave of anticipation pulse through me. “You make me want to be young and foolish again.”

“You’re not that old.” I rolled my eyes at him, not that he could likely see in the darkness of the truck cab. The ten or whatever years between us only ever mattered when he went into bossy mode, and even then, he was the one who truly seemed to care about being older. My crush-prone body had always been more attracted to older, mature guys. “And you wanna be stupid, be my guest.”

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I stretched my arms overhead invitingly before turning more toward him. He’d been the one to kiss me in the kitchen, so he could darn well be the first to make a move here. Luckily, I didn’t have to be too patient as I’d barely shifted in my seat before he was on me, hands on my shoulders, pulling me closer.

And for all kissing guys might be new for him, he was damn good at it. If my stubble from a long shift without shaving or anything else threw him off, he sure didn’t show it. Instead, he kissed with a sexy confidence matched with a leisurely pace, the sort that said he knew perfectly well I wasn’t going anywhere. His lips were soft but far more urgent than that first, gentle kiss.

He clutched me tighter, tongue delving deep before he sucked on my lower lip. I groaned, and he murmured something against my mouth, approval clear. We traded kisses, hands roving, moans mingling until we were both breathless.

“Want more.” Tony plucked at my T-shirt like its very existence was an offense. I was only too happy to assist him in peeling my shirt off before he did the same. Touching his bare arms and back was nice, but not nearly enough.

“More?” I echoed his earlier request.

“Hell, yes.” He chuckled as I scrambled across the console without kneeing him or concussing both of us.

“Victory.” I grinned down at him, triumph tinging my voice.

“Yep, definitely feeling like a winner.” He pulled me down for another kiss that led to another and then to increasingly frantic explorations by hands and mouths. He stroked my arms and back with strong hands as his lips migrated from my mouth to my jaw to my neck, each new spot electric.

I ground against him. He was every bit as hard as I was. His curiosity was clearly a powerful motivator, and if this were a quiz of sorts, I had to imagine the result was glaringly obvious. He rocked up to meet me, breathing harder.

“What…?” He sucked in a shaky breath. “What else can we do?”

“In the cab of a truck?” I laughed. Neither of us were particularly small humans, and the passenger seat was a tight fit for two, but the rear jump seat wouldn’t offer much more in the way of comfort and was too damn far away in any event. No way was I moving. “Not nearly enough.”

“Oh.” His disappointment was palpable, making me chuckle again as I worked a hand between us to squeeze his erection. I toyed with the zipper on his fly. Like me, he’d showered before the end of the shift, and his jeans were soft and worn against my palm.

“But this could work…” I trailed off meaningfully, waiting for his agreement.

“Fuck yes.” He arched up toward my touch, which was all the permission I needed to undo his zipper and withdraw his cock. His shaft fit perfectly in my hand, like driving a luxury sports car. He was warm and thick with a wide oval head. No foreskin, which was a nice novelty after countless lonely nights with my own dick.

“Ungh.” Tony’s needy groan went straight to my own cock, which pulsed painfully hard against my fly. But it could wait. I wanted to focus on Tony, his sounds and reactions, the way his body squirmed and shifted as I jacked him slowly. “Kiss me.”

“Gladly.” I captured his mouth again, but any illusion I had of being in control was temporary. Tony took over the kiss easily as his nimble fingers mimicked my earlier explorations, palming my fly. At first, his motions were a bit unpracticed, tentative, but he quickly returned to his usual confidence, unzipping me and withdrawing my cock. “Fuck.”

Our groans mingled as we jerked each other in unison, lusty noises filling the truck, so much that I almost missed the sound of gravel on tires.



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