On Point Read Online Annabeth Albert (Out of Uniform #3)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Out of Uniform Series by Annabeth Albert
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
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But resolving that didn’t make it any easier when Ben’s husky laugh or snippets of conversation filtered through the condo’s thin walls. And moans. The sex sounds were the worst—Maddox was sure it wasn’t medically possible to die of a hard-on, but his body sure was hell-bent on trying.

Right then, however, another bodily need was more pressing, and there was nothing to do but try to sneak to the bathroom in the hall. He was a SEAL for Pete’s sake. Surely he could take a whiz undetected.

He made it to the bathroom fine, and was on his way back when a gasp made him turn his head and wish he hadn’t. The hallway light was off, as was the overhead living room light. The only illumination was from the table lamp in the corner of the small living room, shadows shielding Maddox and dancing around the occupants of the living room.

Ben and a man in a shiny shirt were on the couch, tumbled together, Ben on the bottom, head tipped back as the other guy kissed his neck. Hell. Maddox should be...jealous, or some other crap like that, but all he was was riveted to the spot, more turned on than he’d ever been. His pulse sped up and sweat beaded up along his hairline as he watched the pair make out.

And yes, he knew this was all kinds of wrong, but he couldn’t seem to make his feet move. The other guy sat up enough to pull off his shirt. He was lean, like a marathon runner, not a military man, and young, but there was undeniable appeal in his shaggy blond hair and full lips that seemed so eager to claim every inch of Ben’s skin.

“Hey. Whoa. We should move—” Ben’s voice should have made Maddox jump, but instead his gruff whisper only shot a fresh bolt of lust through Maddox. And besides, the kid wasn’t listening, pushing Ben down on the couch, climbing over him.

And man, that was sexy, seeing Ben, usually so in-charge, take direction and give in. Maddox’s dick fucking ached and he pressed his hand firmly against his groin. He needed to escape—

Right then, Ben looked across the room. Like dead-to-sights right on Maddox. Their eyes linked, and Maddox expected censure there or perhaps defiance. But instead, all he saw was a mischievous gleam. And then the bastard went and winked. Winked.

He leaned down, said something in his companion’s ear. The guy laughed, then glanced at Maddox. “Oh yeah. That would be hot. Double the fun.”

Shame, swift and sure, burned through Maddox at the kid’s knowing gaze, but he still couldn’t make himself run.

Eyes still firmly on Maddox, Ben crooked his finger, gesture unmistakable.

Maddox shook his head. If he went in there, that would be...some kind of admission that this was really happening. Which it couldn’t. This was Ben. Ben, whom he had boatloads worth of complicated feelings about, and Ben who probably did things like this on the regular. Not Maddox though. Going there with his friend felt like a huge leap toward admitting those messy feelings, and he wasn’t ever going to do that. If he stood right here though...

Well maybe he could do that. Wasn’t like he could make his feet move anyway.

“Suit yourself.” Ben winked at him again before returning his attention to the other man. He claimed his mouth, kiss possessive, but his eyes still hadn’t left Maddox’s. Breaking away from the kiss, he whispered something.

The guy grinned, then moved between Ben’s spread legs, kneeling on the carpeted floor. Ben yanked off his black T-shirt, revealing all the muscles Maddox had spent years trying valiantly not to notice. His chest was sprinkled with fine hairs—not quite as fuzzy as Maddox, but not bare either. He was so caught up in Ben’s lust-clouded eyes that he almost missed the other guy lowering Ben’s zipper, pulling out a cock that was every bit as impressive as the rumors and overheard praise would suggest.

Ben’s face might be able to fetch him millions in Hollywood, but his cock was pure porn. Not that Maddox had much experience with porn, but from what he’d seen, Ben could make a killing with his long, thick, uncut cock and sinful gaze.

“Want a condom?” Ben asked. “Military tests us, but there’s one in my pocket—”

“Fuck no.” The other guy cut Ben off with a swipe of his pink tongue against the underside of Ben’s cock. He clearly knew what he was doing—licking all around the tip, making a show out of teasing Ben. He glanced over at Maddox, as if to say, “Watch this,” before swallowing Ben down.

“Oh yeah. So good.” Ben stroked the man’s cheek. Something about the tenderness of the gesture made Maddox’s chest clench and for the first time since this...surveillance started, he wanted to trade places, wanted to be the one Ben was responding to, wanted to earn that praise.


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