Make Me Stay (Safe Harbor #2) Read Online Annabeth Albert

Categories Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Safe Harbor Series by Annabeth Albert
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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“Fuck. Fuck. Coming.” Cal cursed and pressed his body hard against the mattress. It was bar none the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and I had no choice but to reach down, grip my fly, and—

“Oh damn.” The words tore out of my throat along with a climax so intense I saw entire nebulas flash before my eyes. I groaned along with Cal, both of us breathing hard.

“Did you just come?” he asked, opening an eye to look me over.

“Not intentionally.” I had to laugh. I seriously had intended to make the entire thing about Cal, take care of myself later. But my cock didn’t care for all my good intentions. “God damn. Barely touched the thing, and I went off like a rocket.”

“You edged yourself too well.”

“Apparently.” Leaving the chair, I transferred to my wheelchair, then quickly made my way to untie Cal’s hands. I rubbed his wrists, dropping light, grateful kisses on his forearms.

“You don’t have to…”

“It’s called aftercare, Cal.” Smiling, I shook my head at him. “Even a vanilla dud like me knows about aftercare.”

“You’re not vanilla.” His face wrinkled like he was sorting something out. And since I was too, I had to laugh again.

“Nope. Go figure.”

“Thank you.” He didn’t smile, but his eyes were so intense they made my breath hitch nonetheless.

“Feels like I should be the one thanking you.” I meant that on multiple levels—for letting me watch, letting me participate, letting me see him so vulnerable, letting me discover some important truths about myself. All of that.

“Where… What now?” He licked his lower lip as I continued to rub his arms, and damn, if I didn’t have a whole list of ideas for that tongue.

“I go take the world’s fastest shower, get back to campus, then tonight, I’m turning the leftover chili into Mom’s famous chili dog casserole.” I knew perfectly well what Cal was asking, but I continued on in a blandly clueless tone. “It has a can of crescent roll dough. You’ll love it.”

“Uh-huh.” Cal sounded anything other than certain.

“Then we watch the next episode of Timber’s dating adventures.”

“You’re giving me a schedule.” His mouth twisted. “Not what I meant.”

“You’d think after coming so hard, you’d be less cranky. I know what you were asking, and that’s my answer. We’ll have dinner. We’ll watch TV. Wednesday, you’ll go to work for Knox. The world keeps turning even though we got a little kinky together.”

“So we pretend it didn’t happen?” He huffed a short breath. Was that disappointment in his tone? I chose to believe it was.

“Oh, it happened. And if you want to play again with me or simply want to text me that tie emoji to let me know you’re playing solo, you know where I live. You’ve got my number. Just ask.”

“I might,” Cal whispered. “Especially the first thing. Playing…with you. Damn. That was…unreal. So…maybe.”

“I’ll be honest. I hope you do ask.” In the face of his uncertainty, I kept my voice soft, undemanding. “But I’m also going to leave that ball in your court. Has to be your call.”

Cal nodded slowly, and my pulse sped up. I’d take dinner and TV and whatever else Cal wanted to offer, but Lord, how I hoped he’d find his way to wanting to play more because I sure as hell wasn’t done with him.

Chapter Fourteen

Cal

“You packed me a lunch?” I eyed the two insulated lunch bags on Holden’s kitchen counter as if they might be full of C-4 explosives. The exterior of one bag featured a talking sushi roll and the other was faded blue with a character from Space Villager, the company Holden’s brother worked for. Funny, the little details I’d already picked up.

“You don’t have to sound shocked, Cal.” Holden handed me the bag with the game character. “It’s only a tuna sandwich, some chips, and an apple.”

“That I didn’t need.” As soon as I snapped, I regretted my rudeness. It had been a long, strange two days waiting for my first day working construction with Knox. Trying to rest up. Trying to cope with downtime. Trying not to think about kink with Holden. All that made me punchy, but Holden didn’t deserve my crappy attitude. “Sorry. It was kind of you to think of me. I meant to say I would have come up with something.”

“I’m sure you would have.” Holden was so much more patient than anyone else would be. And his tone was all reasonable, not condescending, even though we both knew how short I was on funds. “But one can of tuna makes two decent sandwiches, and since I was packing a lunch for me, it was no trouble to make yours as well.”

“Well, I suppose if you needed a lunch to take to campus anyway.”

“Yup.” Holden glanced away, but not before I saw guilt creep into his eyes. Damn it. He likely knew the name of every cafeteria worker at the college. If he kept this up the rest of the week, they’d probably send out a search party to find out why Professor Justice was suddenly bringing his lunch. But I could hardly refuse the food again at this point.


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