On Point Quotes

“That was right. Didn’t matter how much he wanted otherwise, that was all he’d ever truly be—Ben’s friend. Didn’t matter how much Ben wanted to pretend otherwise just because he was out of sorts today. Maddox knew his place in their lives.”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“I love you. And yes, yes I’ll marry you.”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“Transport got in sooner than we thought.” Still in uniform, Ben sounded exhausted and looked worse, dark circles under his eyes. But he was there, back from a mission, and Maddox had never seen such a fine sight.”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“Actually...” Maddox looked over Ben, question in his eyes. Ben nodded. “Not entirely accurate.” “What? You didn’t make up?” Apollo blinked, awfully slow for a guy who commanded troops with ease. “No, idiot.” Dylan gave him a light thwack on the shoulder. “Not not-a-couple.” “Oh.” Apollo’s eyes darted between them. “Well. About damn time.” That”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“The crankiest not-a-couple has made up. It’s a beautiful day.”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“Maddox had been kissed there before. Polite little explorations, tentative tongue flicks, quick forays before the main event. But Ben made a meal out of his ass—a seven-course banquet of sensation and tongue fucking. Like literally, fucking, tongue delving deep. That was new, deliciously so. “God.”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“I would though. I’d wait for you.” Ben’s eyes were serious as he held Maddox’s gaze. “I want to get this right this time—” “There’s”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“His skin felt raw, scrubbed too hard, and he wasn’t even wet yet. The rawness extended to his soul, made him feel naked far deeper than skin, vulnerable in a way he wasn’t sure he’d ever been before. “Get”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“I’m trying here.” Ben leaned forward, all earnest concentration. “You were my best friend, and I used that as a...shield, sort of. It was easier to be your buddy than to admit that I was hopelessly in love with you.” Maddox”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“But we could probably find something for you to smash.” Like my heart. Ben”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“And there, in the doorway someone had left open was Ben. Ben, wearing jeans and an old Pride T-shirt, one that might have been Maddox’s first. Ben, holding a drill. Ben, looking as sheepish as Maddox had ever seen him. Ben, here. “Well,”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“But you didn’t try it with Maddox. The inner voice refused to shut up. That could be you. Someone to text. Someone to make your favorite foods. Someone in your bed. Someone to bring home surprises to. Someone to go places with. Never walk into a gathering alone again. That could be you happy. Fuck.”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“Not unless we got married or did something stupid.” Even Maddox had to know what a ludicrous— Wait. Did Maddox want to marry him? Like him, not some faceless dude he dreamed about in his pretty little fantasies? But him? Did Maddox really want that with him? And had Ben stomped all over that in his upset about Maddox not re-upping? Fuck. I really am an ass. He”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“And yeah, if he pushed past his black mood, he could maybe call this fun. Or at least the old him would have. The him that still gave a shit before Maddox ripped out his heart. Maddox. He’s been unhappy.”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“Last thing Ben wanted was to be pushed into the substance abuse and rehabilitation program when all he really had was a terminal broken heart. “I”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“Ben?” he called. “You’re back early.” “Yup.” Ben strode into the kitchen, and one look at his face had Maddox recoiling against the fridge. Ben’s eyes were hard as granite, eyebrows knit together, and mouth a thin, razor-sharp line. He knows. “Everything”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“I shouldn’t have to tell you to use your words not your fists, right?” “Right,” Ben agreed even though decking Maddox had more than a little appeal. “And”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“I can’t say too much without putting my neck on the line, but this isn’t the Navy forcing him out.” “Oh, we’ll talk.” Ben’s voice was surprisingly steady, no trace of anger currently infecting his every breath, making his pulse pound and his fists clench. “Do”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“Yeah, I figured you’d be down about that.” The LT sighed and leaned against a shelf, an uncharacteristically casual gesture from the man. “But since he decided to play out his leave, we all need to move on. We’ll give him a proper send-off, of course—” “We’ll what?” Ben sputtered. “Play out his leave? I thought he was still waiting for light duty approval—” “Fuck.”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“Last night, after their mad dash to rescue his dad’s passport and an impromptu late lunch with some wedding guests, Maddox had been in the mood to talk. Ben had been in the mood to fuck. He’d won the mock-argument handily, and the memory made him shiver—God, how did things keep getting better and better between them? “You”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“Please don’t let me hurt him. Maddox made that wish even knowing it was impossible. “Wish”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“Then do it. Do this thing with me. For real.” For keeps. That wish he kept tight inside his chest, not ready to trust it with breath yet.”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“Please don’t let us lose this. Breathing”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“Want to give you everything you need.” You do. You are. Hopelessly romantic words died in Maddox’s throat. This moment was already perfect enough. I’ve loved you for years.”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“This is what you like, isn’t it?” Ben held him tight, big body surrounding Maddox, strength meeting strength. “Slow and soft?” “Love being close to you,” Maddox admitted, soul stripped bare by this unexpected side of Ben. “Don’t even need to come. Just kissing and rubbing like this is...special.” “Yeah, it is.” Ben didn’t laugh at his sappiness. Instead, his eyes were dark and intense in the early morning light. “Wanted this so long.” “Me”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“I’m good.” Maddox groaned as their cocks dragged together. He wasn’t any stranger to frot, but like many things, it felt new and deliciously different with Ben. “Was”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“I had another idea.” Ben rolled so that he could grin down at Maddox. “Yeah?” Maddox generally liked Ben’s big ideas—not that he wasn’t without imagination, but he was content letting Ben lead in bed, discovering what turned Ben on and following whatever whim he had that day. “Tell”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“Please let him keep sleeping in here.”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“The alarm clock buzzed Maddox out of a truly great dream—he’d been back on the farm, Ben with him, swimming in the pond, no one around, blue sky above them, Tim McGraw blasting on the stereo, Ben naked against him... Wait.”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point

“Ben. My boyfriend.” Maddox’s neck was bright pink, blush spreading all the way up to his ears and cheeks as he grabbed Ben’s hand, pulled him closer. Well, now. Suddenly, the whole morning seemed worth it. Getting to claim Maddox publicly, even temporarily, made his pulse thrum. That’s my guy. He sent eye daggers to Miss Nose Ring. That’s right. Mine. As”
― Annabeth Albert, On Point