Served Hot by Annabeth Albert Read Free Book Online

The antics of Timber Joey kept the green-and-yellow-clad crowd active even though Portland was trailing. Since the mascot was a larger-than-life, bear-tastic lumberjack, I didn’t mind watching him one bit. As the lazy August night descended over the stadium, the lights went up and the crowd thinned out as sleepy children were carried out and tipsy partners rounded up.
    David leaned forward, studying the field, still invested in the game. I was only too happy to soak up the evening, rubbing ankles and knees with him, enjoying my beer. This was the most datelike outing we’d had, and I hated to see it end. He grabbed my knee when Portland tied the score at 2 even. Timber Joey revved up his chainsaw to celebrate, but my own motor was already humming from David’s touch. When they pulled out the win on a last-second play, David tossed an arm around my shoulders, and for a split second I thought he might kiss me.
    “You drive?” I asked as we headed for the exits.
    “You kidding? Parking around here?” David laughed like I was insane. Which I was. “No. I’m only a few MAX stops away.”
    Damn. I’d been counting on a long good-bye, one that wasn’t happening at the well-lit rail stop. Spotting a narrow service hallway, I tugged on his hand until we were deep in the shadows, far removed from the rest of the postgame crowd.
    “What are you up to?” He offered me a bemused smile, one that said he had a pretty good guess. Heat rushed through me.
    “Saying good night.” I stretched up to kiss him.
    Meeting me eagerly, he took over the kiss with quick nips at my lips before his tongue slid over mine, heavy and insistent. My dick went instantly, painfully hard, and I moaned into his mouth. Hands sweeping down my back, he sucked on my lower lip.
    “Good night,” he said before kissing me again. We traded kisses for several long minutes, time stretching out like a river of honey, thick and sweet.
    “I should go.” He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against mine. “But I wish we could do this all night.”
    “Me too. How about I ride up to your stop? We can say good-bye again there.”
    “You’d ride in the opposite direction just to say good night a second time?” His husky voice sounded confused but not disinterested. Sweat beaded where our foreheads touched, and his hand was warm against my back.
    “Absolutely.” Hadn’t he realized that there wasn’t much I wouldn’t do for him? “For more kisses with you? I’d ride all the way to Hillsboro.”
    “Well, all right then.” He smiled shyly as we resumed our trek to the MAX stop. He was quiet on the walk and the train, but when he touched my arm or brushed my side, anticipation crackled between us. As we exited the train, he looked around, craning his neck in an exaggerated sweep of the area.
    “This is still kind of public for . . . good night.” His cheeks turned bubblegum pink and I wanted to gobble him up. He was lucky I didn’t jump him right there.
    “I’ll walk you to your building.” I was happy to accept whatever flimsy excuse he needed to get me to his doorstep. Fortunately, he lived only a block and a half away in a small mid-century apartment building.
    “This is still pretty out in the open.” I gestured at the flat façade of the brick building. “I better walk you up.”
    “All right.” His reply was so soft I had to strain to hear it. After typing an access code, he led us into a tiny marble lobby that had a flight of stairs and a wall of mailboxes. I brushed up against his back. I wanted to melt right into his solid bulk. Stretching up, I dropped a kiss on the back of his neck.
    “I’m on three.”
    Oh, goody. I’d feared he’d settle for the relative privacy of the lobby, but he grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the stairs. I was out of breath by the time we reached floor three and not entirely because of the climb. His apartment sat at the back of a narrow hall, fluorescent lights struggling to reach the deep shadows