Squared Away Read online Annabeth Albert (Out of Uniform #5)

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Out of Uniform Series by Annabeth Albert
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
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“Have you seriously been lying there obsessing about logistics?” Isaiah had to laugh. “We’ll take turns. No worries.”

“Speaking of the master...” Mark stroked the hair away from Isaiah’s face. “If Tom Yates works it out for us through probate that I—we—can keep the house, what would you think about painting that room? New king-size bed we pick out together? Maybe a big flat screen TV since you like the idea of watching movies in bed?”

“We can do that.” Isaiah had to swallow hard. It would be difficult, claiming that space as theirs. But it was also right and healing. They couldn’t truly make the house a home, raise the kids there, if they let the ghosts have run of the place. At some point, they’d have to make it theirs. “But I think my dad’s actually going to be a little sad if we don’t end up with him in La Jolla.”

“We’ll save him a guest room.” Mark laughed, but his eyes were tender. “And if it’s too hard for you, if you want a fresh start somewhere—”

“I’ve got my fresh start. With you.” Isaiah kissed him softly. He really had been too tired the night before to do more than a few sleepy kisses before drifting off, but this morning, he took his time. He was happy with things exactly how they were. They cuddled. They kissed. Sometimes those activities led to orgasms. Sometimes they were simply great on their own, and it was up to them how they wanted to define their sex life, what they felt comfortable with on a given day. Isaiah wasn’t going to let societal pressure into their bedroom.

He started the kiss, but it didn’t take much before Mark took it over, doing all Isaiah’s favorite things—nibbling and nipping and exploring. They kissed for endless minutes, basking in the pleasure of not having to be anywhere other than right there with each other. Mark’s hands swept up and down his back, urging Isaiah closer. He tugged on Isaiah’s boxers. “Too many clothes.”

“Hey, hey.” Isaiah tried to avoid his nimble hands. “I meant what I said last night. We don’t have to. You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

“I know.” Mark grinned at him. “And I love that about you. But I do like sharing this with you sometimes. And we’ve never made out during daylight hours. I’m kind of digging how you look in the sunshine. Wanna see you naked.”

“Bedhead, I’m sure.” Isaiah laughed as he pulled off his underwear. “But yeah, mornings are kind of a novelty, and not something we’re likely to get very many of. Feel free to enjoy me however you want.”

He stretched, pulling Mark on top of him, gasping when their bare skin connected. Fuck but he loved this, wasn’t ever getting tired of this. And no one, no one, ever kissed like Mark. So present. So intense. So slow and thorough, like Isaiah was the three-course meal they’d had the night before and he was determined to savor every once-in-a-lifetime bite.

And he didn’t confine his attentions just to Isaiah’s mouth like he usually did, instead kissing his neck for a long, blissful exploration that had Isaiah panting. Seeming to be on some sort of mission, Mark scooted lower, kissing Isaiah’s chest.

“Does this feel good?” he asked before kissing his nipple.

“Everything you do feels amazing. But yes, I like that.”

Mark took that to heart, spending several minutes teasing Isaiah’s nipples before he licked down his stomach and—

“Hey! You don’t have to do that.” Isaiah half groaned and half laughed as Mark’s tongue connected with his straining cock, licking it with the same interest and determination he’d shown Isaiah’s neck and chest.

“I want to. You like it, right?”

That was a trick question, especially when Mark licked a path around his cockhead, leaving him unable to do more than moan, “Uh-huh.”

“Then let me have my fun.”

“Driving me crazy, Wizard,” Isaiah gasped as Mark seemed determined to try out every variation of tongue action that might feel good, flicking and licking the underside of his cock.

“That’s the plan.” Mark winked at him. “Not gonna stop until you’re moaning my name. The real one.”

That didn’t take long at all, especially when Mark turned his agile tongue to Isaiah’s balls.

“Fuck. Mark.”

“Oh good. We found something you like.” Mark’s laugh was almost as good as his warm mouth when he sucked on one before teasing the other.

“Yeah. Me hating it was a real risk.” Isaiah was gasping for air now, a state made worse when Mark returned to his cock, gently taking the cockhead into his mouth and using his tongue to drive the last of Isaiah’s brain cells away. “Mark. That. Right there.”

“Mmm.” Mark somehow managed to laugh with a mouth full of cock, which was real talent. He kept his rhythm shallow, but his tongue against Isaiah’s hyper-sensitive cockhead was more than enough to have him writhing on the bed.


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