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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“Nice. It’s cozy like the rest of the place.” I didn’t have to fake admiring the space. “Welcoming.”

The room had pale peach walls in keeping with the house’s pink scheme, but the space managed a friendly rather than overtly feminine vibe. Caleb had a queen bed without a headboard, but he had hung a colorful tapestry behind the bed, and the brightly striped comforter further added color and energy to the room. A pile of folded T-shirts sat on the dresser while a heap of books was precariously stacked near a bedside lamp on a low table.

“Welcoming. That’s funny. You’re my first guest here.” He grinned as he flicked the doorknob lock. A family photo sat on the mismatched dresser with a lively watercolor above it. Catching me looking, Caleb gestured at the print. “Another yard sale find.”

“You’re good at that.”

“I’m good at lots.” Caleb gave me a surprisingly sultry look as he stripped off his T-shirt. Like me, he’d showered and changed out of uniform at the end of his shift, shirt still so fresh I caught a whiff of his detergent.

“You are.” I followed his lead and pulled my shirt off. I was far more interested in watching Caleb, however. I’d seen tons of naked guys in locker rooms around the world, but this was the first time I could really look. Caleb was shorter than me and slightly stockier, a thick build with muscled thighs and arms. No matter his disdain for sports, he clearly spent time in the gym.

His blond hair was matched by pale nipples and faint fuzz across his pecs. He had a few freckles, enough to make me want to play connect-the-dots with my tongue. As he shimmied out of his jeans and briefs, I dropped my gaze to admire the blond bush around his cock. Yeah, I liked being able to look my fill. My mouth watered with the memory of sucking him. Never would have expected how much I loved that particular act.

“Gonna show me something else you’re good at?” My voice was more tease than sultry invitation, but Caleb’s eyes still heated, a flush spreading across his chest as that tasty cock of his pulsed harder.

“Depends.” He winked as he stepped closer. “What are you in the mood for this morning?”

“You.” I hoped that would be answer enough, but all it earned me was an eye roll.

“I’m vers.” Caleb clearly had no issue verbalizing his own wants. “And I’d be down to get fucked if you want to try topping.”

“I’m not sure what I am.” I squinted as if thinking hard would help me gain a better queer sex vocabulary. “Is that weird?”

“Nope. And the neat thing is, what you’re into can change over time. I’ve gone through phases where I prefer to top, others where I just wanna get fucked, and some long stretches of finding fucking too much work, especially for casual hookups.”

“Ah.” I tilted my head, considering a vision of Caleb bent over, splayed open for me, taking my cock. I sucked in a breath. “I could try topping.”

“Good.”

“You’ll have to show me what to do.” I hesitated, fingers on my boxer brief waistband. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I meant the words on multiple levels, physical, of course, but I was also well aware of our messy friendship, not unlike that bedside pile of books, poised to collapse at any moment, taking our emotions along for the fall.

“You won’t.” Caleb chuckled as he sank to his knees and pulled down my boxers. He licked across my cockhead. My cock had flagged a bit with all the talking, but it sprang back to life in a hurry as he leisurely licked. “And I’ll happily give you pointers on fucking.”

“Shouldn’t I be doing that to you?” I gazed down at him, caught somewhere between arousal and guilt. I was here in part to try to distract him from a bad shift, and also, it seemed like there should be rules around topping in terms of who did what.

“First tip. There is no should.” Caleb dragged a finger along the length of my shaft. “And we have all morning, hopefully. No need for speed.”

“It is odd not having to worry about getting caught.” My dick pulsed with the memory of our last few encounters.

“I think you have a kink for semi-public sex.” Caleb swiped at my cock with his tongue, making the throbbing that much worse. “But if it helps, I truly doubt Scotty makes it a full day of work. Could be home any moment.” My cock gave a very visible twitch at Caleb’s obvious acting job. “Yeah, you like risk.”

“And the neighbors are awfully close by. We should be quiet.” I shivered, getting into this game. “Your walls look thin.”

“You’re cute when you let yourself get silly.” Caleb gazed up at me with decidedly fond eyes.



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