Tony plucked at Enzo’s nipples then moved back. “Your shirt is in the way.”
“So’s yours,” Enzo pointed out.
They quickly stripped.
Enzo touched him everywhere, but it was Tony who took over after that. He pushed Enzo onto the bed.
“Now, where do I start?” Tony flicked one of Enzo’s nipples.
“Oh.” Enzo shivered. “That—oh.”
Every time Tony rubbed his nipples, Enzo was afraid he’d come just from that touch. He reciprocated, pinching, twisting until Tony began to squirm.
“Tease,” Enzo mumbled when Tony stopped.
“I could come just from you doing that to me. I’d rather come with my cock deep in your ass.” Tony took one of Enzo’s hands and placed it over his erection.
“Mmm, baby, that cock is hard.” Enzo loved Tony’s cock. It was perfect. Thick, long enough to rub over Enzo’s prostate just right. He stroked it a couple of times. “Better get my ass ready.”
Tony scrambled around until his mouth was by Enzo’s groin. He grabbed the lube on the other side of Enzo and opened it. With two slick fingers, he worked Enzo’s ass open, had him begging for more, faster, harder.
Enzo moaned when Tony started fingering him, twisting and turning his wrist, teasing Enzo’s inner walls. Every time Tony caressed his gland, Enzo had to bite down on his cheek to keep from coming.
“Tony…please,” Enzo begged. “Please, fuck me.”
Tony slipped his fingers free. “My pleasure. And yours.”
Enzo tried to laugh, but he was too distracted, what with Tony rolling that condom onto his very fine shaft.
Enzo spread his legs. “How do you want me?”
“Screaming my name,” Tony answered.
Enzo would have laughed, but he’d shouted Tony’s name a few times so far.
Tony lined his cock up and pushed.
Enzo willed himself to relax, to memorize every tug and drag of Tony’s cock.
Tony didn’t rush, taking his time and kissing Enzo, all while filling his ass, rocking into him an inch at a time.
It was going to drive Enzo mad. He’d been craving Tony all day, wanted to feel Tony powering into his ass like he had the night before, hard, fast, relentless.
Tony sucked on his tongue and pivoted his hips, but he didn’t thrust.
Enzo moaned and hooked his legs around Tony and tugged.
But Tony didn’t move. He kept kissing Enzo, caressing his cheek, his jaw, his neck.
Enzo soon lost himself in the pleasure of those touches, stopped wanting and started accepting.
And Tony began to move, drawing out slowly, thrusting in hard. Then he’d switch, a quick pull back, a slow drive in.
His cockhead brushed over Enzo’s gland almost every time he sank back in and Enzo had to break the kiss, turn his head and cry out Tony’s name.
“Yes,” Tony grunted. “Let me hear you.”
Enzo said his name again and Tony began to pound into him, hitching Enzo’s legs up higher so he could get deeper.
Words were impossible to form. Fiery pleasure was spreading throughout Enzo’s veins, blending with the love and need he had for this man. He started to reach for his own cock, only to yelp in disappointment when Tony pulled out.
“Over,” Tony demanded, his voice wrecked.
Enzo rolled, got his knees under himself and Tony grabbed him by one hip, lined up and thrust in.
“Ah!” Enzo’s vision blurred. He closed his eyes and reached for his dick. The tip was slick with pre-cum. He fucked his fist while Tony fucked his ass and it was so good, such a perfect rush of ecstasy that the next time Tony’s cock filled him, the combination of all the bliss pouring through him fired off his orgasm.
Enzo shouted, cum spurting from his slit, his entire body trembling under the force of his release.
Tony gripped him tight and thrust once more before he tensed, then came, shuddering through his climax. It spurred his own orgasm on until Enzo was dizzy and unable to hold himself up. He flopped onto his belly, not giving a damn that he’d landed in the wet spot.
Tony pulled out and a moment later lay beside Enzo.
After several minutes, once he had his breath back, Enzo opened his eyes and winced. Now the wet spot was bothering him.
Well, he had to get up and shower anyway. In less than two hours, he had to be at work. “I need to check on Anderson.”
Tony grunted.
Enzo propped himself up on one elbow and poked Tony’s arm with his index finger. “No sleeping, stud. I’ve got to shower, either here or at my place, then check on Anderson before I go to work.”
“Nat talking to him yet?” Tony asked after clearing his throat.
“Not really.” It made Enzo sad, but he understood how Nat felt. He just didn’t want her to have any regrets later on.
“She will. She’s a smart kid and you’ve shown her how to live with compassion for others.” Tony sat up. He got his glasses off the nightstand and put them on.
Enzo sat up. “Ew. You fuck me into not caring where I land, then this happens.” He pointed to his groin. “That stuff sticks.”
“We should shower here, then.” Tony grinned. “I need to get cleaned up, too.”
Enzo knew what would happen. More sex. He was not opposed. “Wash my back?”
“And front.” Tony got out of bed. “Love you, Enzo.”
“Love you, too.” Enzo stood and took Tony’s hand. The future was full of uncertainties, but one thing Enzo knew—Tony would be there with him, by his side, for whatever happened next.
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City Shifters: Bearly There
Bailey Bradford
Released 1st March 2016
Excerpt
Chapter One
It was going to be another one of those days. So far, 2015 had been filled with them.
“Jagger, the Montemayor case is on the line. They hate the ad campaign idea. Hate it.” Debbie growled the last two words out as she tossed the file on his desk. “Assholes. Screw professionalism here. They’re just being jerks because they want a high-quality ad at a bargain-bin price.”
Jagger picked up the file and opened it. It was a brilliant ad campaign he’d planned, if he did think so himself. He was good at his job, though more and more, he found himself disillusioned about it. Crap like this doesn’t help at all.
“What is it, specifically, that they hate about it?” he asked, glancing up at Debbie. With her blade-sharp cheekbones and Nordic good looks, she could have been a model. Would have, but according to her, she was too heavy and she wouldn’t starve herself for anyone. Jagger didn’t get the too heavy part, but he was aware that society had warped visions of both male and female beauty.
And he was glad he had Debbie on his team, because she was one tough, smart person.
“The cost, of course,” she seethed. “They don’t want to pay three million for a successful and innovative campaign. They want something similar to this but for less than half the cost.”
Jagger wanted to throw the whole damned file away. “Well, that’s gratitude for all our hard work, huh?”
“Yeah,” Debbie scoffed. “After you brought them back from the brink of bankruptcy and doom three years ago and Sonny Montemayor swore he’d be indebted to you and your brilliance forever. Asshat.”
“It’s business.” And Jagger hated it. “What is an asshat, anyway?”
“Don’t give me any shit, Jag,” Debbie warned. “I know you’re even more pissed off than I am over this.”
Jagger didn’t bother to deny it. Debbie had worked with him for seven years and she knew him well. “Have we tried reaching Sonny?”
Debbie snorted. “Oh yeah, several times. He’s miraculously out of the office every time, and his cell goes to voicemail. Cowardly bastard hasn’t returned any of our calls directly. He’s had his assistant pass along messages. It’s like he’s reverted to a fourth-grader.”
“Seen
it before when someone becomes successful and wealthy.” Jagger used a finger to trace a path down the numbers for the ad’s costs. “There’s no way to do this any cheaper. If he wants a whole different campaign for his organics, then it’ll be equal to what he’s willing to spend. We’re not carrying the costs for this.”
“Renner won’t be happy,” Debbie pointed out. “He just about shit a pony over the cruise ship campaign. As if we could have predicted that whole debacle. Then with the Fortuna company dropping us for that new ad agency? Yeah, Renner will not be happy if we lose this client.”
“He won’t be happy if we eat the cost on it, either,” Jagger muttered. “God damn it. I need to talk to Sonny, or someone who can sit down and go over other options. That’s not going to be his assistant.”
“You might have to go all stalker-like on him and hunt him down in person.” Debbie sat in the chair across from him and took a pen out of her suit pocket. “Hand me some paper.”
Debbie preferred to work the art for her ideas out by hand first before moving on to the more complicated techniques. Jagger passed her a notepad he had in the top drawer. “Have at it. I’m just going—” Movement outside his office window caught his attention and he frowned. There were definitely people approaching his office.
Shit, he’d hoped no one would remember. As stressful as the office atmosphere had been lately, there was more to think on than Jagger’s birthday.
But maybe he was wrong, and whatever was going on had nothing to do with his birthday.
Debbie looked up at him, then twisted around to peer over her shoulder. Her smile in profile warned Jagger that he was about to be embarrassed at the very least.
“Come on in!” Debbie called out.
“Don’t—” Jagger started, but the door was flung open and his jaw dropped as he stared at the blond-haired man wearing a pink bunny costume.
“Just be glad we only paid for the singing telegram and not the strip-o-gram,” Debbie said as the blond stepped right into the office.
“Well now,” the bunny man drawled as he cast his hazel gaze on Jagger and smirked. “Is this the birthday boy? No one told me he was so handsome.”
Jagger snapped his mouth shut and leaned back in his seat. He was probably a nice, bright shade of red, but he’d be damned if he’d let himself be any more embarrassed than he already was. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Debbie, maybe you could move to one side so you’re not blocking the view.”
Snickers and outright laughter came from the people gathered in and beyond the doorway. It was their amused and happy faces that made Jagger determined to at least appear to enjoy this…bunny. It hadn’t been just him who’d had a shit time so far this year.
Bunny Boy kept that smirk in place as he waved his fluffy pink boa. He was wearing miniscule, shiny pink shorts and a glittery pink tank top. Jagger noted the promising bulge those shorts covered but didn’t let himself stare. He had more control than that.
Strangely enough, though, the man turned him on. Jagger was stunned by that. He preferred his lovers to be more like himself—bulky, rough-looking—
“So birthday boy here is how old?” the bunny asked.
“Thirty-three,” Jagger answered, aware that when he did so, Bunny Boy shivered ever so slightly. He stopped himself from remarking on that, or asking if the man wasn’t supposed to be singing.
“Oh ho, double treys,” Bunny Boy crooned. “That’s gotta be a lucky sign. For you, at least. You don’t look a day over thirty.”
Jagger doubted it, but he wasn’t opposed to a cute guy flattering him, even if it was said guy’s job.
On closer inspection, Jagger could see the palest of bruising under his left eye, and… He squinted. Yes, there under his left cheek was another bruise. Jagger suspected makeup was involved in the cover-up of both of those places.
Bunny Boy plastered on a smile that looked pretty damned fake to Jagger, and he began playing with that boa as the music started. Not the traditional birthday music, oh no, that wouldn’t have done for him. This sounded like banjos and inbreeding had been involved in the conception of the song.
And Bunny Boy started singing along to lyrics that had everyone but Jagger laughing. Jagger didn’t take them personally—it wasn’t as if the song had been written just for him, and he understood that everyone in the office could use a little enjoyment and release from the pressures at work.
But Bunny Boy turned around and shook his pink-covered ass, and Jagger’s dick demanded all the blood from upstairs at the sight of that bubble butt. Jagger was trying his best not to drool, trying instead to keep an amused look on his face when he was thinking filthy thoughts about what he’d like to do to Bunny Boy’s ass.
Not that he’d do any such thing. It’d just been a while since he’d gotten laid. Jagger forced his gaze up Bunny Boy’s lean body just as he turned around. Jagger noted the way his nipples pressed against the thin tank top. When he made it up to Bunny Boy’s face, there was a sardonic smile pulling at those full lips.
Jagger squashed down his arousal as irritation spiked through him. He got the distinct feeling he was being laughed at then, and he didn’t care for it at all.
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About the Author
A native Texan, Bailey spends her days spinning stories around in her head, which has contributed to more than one incident of tripping over her own feet. Evenings are reserved for pounding away at the keyboard, as are early morning hours. Sleep? Doesn’t happen much. Writing is too much fun, and there are too many characters bouncing about, tapping on Bailey’s brain demanding to be let out.
Caffeine and chocolate are permanent fixtures in Bailey’s office and are never far from hand at any given time. Removing either of those necessities from Bailey’s presence can result in what is known as A Very, Very Scary Bailey and is not advised under any circumstances.
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Also by Bailey Bradford
Breaking the Devil
Dark Nights and Headlights
Texas and Tarantulas
Belt Buckles and Cowboy Boots
Something Shattered
Yes, Forever
Southwestern Shifters: Rescued
Southwestern Shifters: Relentless
Southwestern Shifters: Reckless
Southwestern Shifters: Rendered
Southwestern Shifters: Resilience
Southwestern Shifters: Reverence
Southwestern Shifters: Revolution
Southwestern Shifters: Revenge
Southwestern Shifters: Reluctance
Southwestern Shifters: Renounced
Southwestern Shifters: Retrograde
Southern Spirits: A Subtle Breeze
Southern Spirits: When the Dead Speak
Southern Spirits: All of the Voices
Southern Spirits: Wait Until Dawn
Southern Spirits: Aftermath
Southern Spirits What Remains
Southern Spirits: Ascension
Southern Spirits: Whirlwind
Love in Xxchange: Rory’s Last Chance
Love in Xxchange: Miles To Go
Love in Xxchange: Bend
Love in Xxchange: What Matters Most
Love in Xxchange: Ex’s and O’s
Love in Xxchange: A Bit of Me
Love in Xxchange: A Bit of You
Love in Xxchange: In My Arms Tonight
Love in Xxchange: Where There’s a Will
Love in Xxchange: My Heart to Keep
Leopard’s Spots: Levi
Leopard’s Spots: Oscar
Leopard’s Spots: Timothy
Leopard’s Spots: Isaiah
Leopard’s Spots: Gilbert
Leopard’s Spots: Esau
Leopard’s Spots: Sullivan
Leopard’s Spots: Wesley
Leopard’s Spots: Nischal
Leopard’s Spots: Justice
Leopard’s Spots: Sabin
Leopard’s Spots
: Cliff
Mossy Glenn Ranch: Chaps and Hope
Mossy Glenn Ranch: Ropes and Dreams
Mossy Glenn Ranch: Saddles and Memories
Mossy Glenn Ranch: Fences and Freedom
Mossy Glenn Ranch: Riding and Regrets
Mossy Glenn Ranch: Broncs and Bullies
Mossy Glenn Ranch: Hay and Heartbreak
Mossy Glenn Ranch: Vaqueros and Vigilance
Spotless: Hide
Spotless: Hunt
Spotless: Home
Spotless: Heart
Coyote’s Call: Off Course
Coyote’s Call: In from the Cold
Coyote’s Call: Blue Moon Rising
Valen’s Pack: Run with the Moon
Valen’s Pack: Exodus
The Vamp for Me: My Life Without Garlic
The Vamp for Me: Don’t Stake My Life on It
The Vamp for Me: Sunshine is Overrated
The Vamp for Me: Don’t Drink the Holy Water
The Vamp for Me: The Trouble With Mirrors
The Vamp for Me: That’s One Cross Vamp
City Shifters: Bearly There
City Shifters: Harey Situation
Mystic Tattoos: One Too Many
Power: Exchange
Power: Submit
Power: Dominate
Calendar Men: Mr. January
Calendar Men: Mr. February
Calendar Men: Mr. March
Calendar Men: Mr. April
Calendar Men: Mr. May
Calendar Men: Mr. June
Calendar Men: Mr. July
Calendar Men: Mr. August
Yes, Forever: Part One
Yes, Forever: Part Two
Yes, Forever: Part Three
Yes, Forever: Part Four
Yes, Forever: Part Five
What’s his Passion?: Unexpected Places
What’s his Passion?: Unexpected Moments
Racing Hearts: The Lonely Ones
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