Hope on the Rocks – Rainbow Cove Read Online Annabeth Albert

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
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“Daddy. Yes. Oh.” It didn’t take more than another second or two before his breathing shifted again, his moans becoming more urgent.

“That’s it, come for me. Think about my big cock filling your mouth.”

“Yes.” Apparently, that image did it because Quinn let out his loudest moan yet.

The wet, squelching sound of a hand on a come-covered cock was too much for me, and I lost it too. “Such a good boy. That’s it. You’re getting me off too.” Grip tightening, I milked out my orgasm, shooting harder than I had in months, ropes of it, all without Quinn even in the room.

“Oh my God. That was…I don’t…” Quinn was babbling, all sex drunk, and I had to laugh. “I guess I see the appeal of phone sex now.”

“You did amazing, baby.”

“Wow. I…” He trailed off on a happy sigh.

“Made a mess?” I chuckled fondly. “Me too. Now, I want you to take a shower, but no feeling embarrassed, okay? That was hot as fuck, and I can’t wait to see you let go like that in person.”

“Soon?” Quinn sounded more hopeful than nervous, which was a decided improvement.

“I’m probably working later than you the next few nights, but on Thursdays, we close earlier.” I tried to remember what I knew about the urgent care clinic hours.

“Tomorrow works. I’m off around eight, but I’ll be awake way later.”

“You better.”

Ten

Quinn

My Thursday shift crawled by, despite a steady stream of patients. I blamed Adam and anticipation for a possible late-night date. After the sheet-scorching phone sex, it was no wonder my brain refused to stay focused on medicine. I managed, though, treating the usual summer assortment of injuries from overly optimistic vacationers ill-prepared for hiking and beach sports. Summer was starting to heat up, and the weekend shifts promised to be extra busy.

But before a weekend spent being Dr. Strauss, I got to be Adam’s boy, a thought that filled me with giddy disbelief. And after our phone call, I was more eager than nervous. The way he used words like “more” and “later” and “next time” further set me at ease. We didn’t have to cram everything into a single hookup, which took the pressure off of me.

Falling into the kinky conversation had been shockingly easy, sliding from small talk to sexy play in what had felt like the space of a few heartbeats. I wasn’t sure it would be that easy in person, but I could hope.

I was eating a late dinner while scanning through medical journal articles when Adam texted. Interesting as the latest MRSA treatments were, I was only too happy to shift my attention to his message.

Think you’ll still be up around eleven? On a quick break here and been thinking about you all day, but doubt I can be out of here much sooner than that.

Warmth spread through my chest. He was so free with his affection, something I wasn’t used to but liked a lot.

I’ll be up. Cute that you think I sleep anything resembling a normal schedule, I replied.

His response was gratifyingly fast. Just checking. Can’t have you falling asleep in the middle of a patient exam tomorrow. Are your days off next week Tues and Weds again?

I smiled at my empty kitchen before texting back. Don’t worry about me. I’ll have extra coffee if I start yawning. And yes.

I told him not to worry, but actually, his concern felt wonderful, a hug I hadn’t known I needed. And his reply made me smile even wider. Good. I’ll try to line up my own time off one of those nights. I can already tell I’m gonna need a repeat and longer than a late-night quickie.

Is that so? I teased, adding the winking emoji autocorrect helpfully suggested. Maybe you should see how the late-night quickie goes first…

His return text arrived super quickly. I don’t need to see. I know.

That last text left me vibrating with extra energy. He better make good on all these sexy promises. Him using a rare break to text with me made me feel special to get a sliver of time from him. As someone who worked long hours, I understood the challenges that arose from being overscheduled.

When his knock sounded shortly after eleven, all that extra energy gathering at the base of my spine made my steps quicker and my hands clumsy on the doorknob.

“Hi.” An unexpected attack of shyness was making it hard to think. Or maybe that was due to how good he looked in his tight black Rainbow Tavern T-shirt. He filled my doorway with a potent presence that went beyond merely his bulky muscles and height. I wanted him so much that I had to wipe my hands against my pants. I wasn’t too sure what the protocol for a late-night booty call was, whether to offer him food first or merely lead him straight to my bedroom.



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