Happy Monday! And ****NSFW**** Excerpt

Happy Monday to y'all! Installment will be up around 10:30 PM Central. Still writing on the SW Shifter book-- this is the next to last one, and it's focused mainly on Marcus and Nathan. The last one... will feature Gabe and Mika, a lot. :D Anyway, these are kind of like my goodbyes to them, and that's going to make me sad so. Off to write I go, but not before sharing something to make you smile, maybe:

Copyright 2015
Bailey Bradford

Unedited Excerpt from SW Shifters book 11

“You’re still a stud,” Nathan said from the doorway. He leaned against the frame and licked his lips. “Definitely still a stud.”

Marcus wiggled his butt and slapped one cheek. “You want a piece of me?” He was playful and silly when it was just him and Nathan sometimes, more now than ever. It was as if he had to be in order to free himself of the ever-increasing stress he was under.

“Always.” Nathan palmed his growing erection through his pants. “You could just bend over right there, grab the counter, and let me have some fun. And you, of course. You’d have fun, too. I’d make sure of it.”

Marcus was tempted, but he winked at Nathan and walked over to the tub. “I think you should work for it, at least a little. Wouldn’t want you to think I’m easy.”

Nathan arched a brow. “Oh really?” he drawled.

“Really,” Marcus parroted, stepping into the water. It was just the right temperature. “Ah, that feels so fucking good.”

Nathan sauntered over, his hips moving in the sensuous manner that always had Marcus’ mouth watering. Nathan waited until Marcus was settled in the tub, then he leaned down and whispered in Marcus’ ear, “But I can make you feel so much fucking better than that.”

Marcus’ breath left him as he kept back a moan. He knew Nathan was only speaking the truth. “Then get in here and prove it.” Which didn’t mean he wouldn’t goad Nathan. “Because this water is perfect, and it’s going to be some tough competition for what feels best.”

Nathan snorted and took hold of the hem of his shirt. “Music, please.”

Marcus’ cock twitched to full hardness. “I get a strip show?”

“Not if I don’t get music,” Nathan said.

“Uh.” Marcus’ mind blanked when he saw the thin strip of skin above Nathan’s waistband, then he began to hum what he hoped sounded like a good song to strip to. It mainly consisted of bow chicka wow wow’s and the odd word. He felt a little silly until Nathan began to dance, undulating like his body was sex personified, his hips swaying, groin bulging enticingly, the smooth, carved muscles of his abs exposed one small inch at a time.

There was a faint, golden-red trail of hair bisecting Nathan’s abs. It thinned more as it went up before finally disappearing. Nathan’s chest was hairless, his pecs well-formed and topped with small brown nipples. There wasn’t a freckle one on Nathan’s fair skin. Marcus’ hands itched to touch him.

Nathan twirled around and pulled his shirt off, giving Marcus his back. That was a good view, too, since Marcus loved every inch of Nathan, plus, Nathan had the sexiest ass on the plant—plump and firm at the same time.

And the man knew how to shake it, as he did then, setting those globes to jiggling while he unfastened the braid.

Marcus fisted his own cock and began to stroke it. “You know, maybe I should bend you over the counter, hm?”

“Round two, this ass is all yours.” Nathan slapped his right buttock, hard enough it had to leave a mark. “But I want to fuck you this time.”

Marcus clenched his lower half, from his bottom down. He was intensely aware of his asshole, and his desire to have it stretched and filled. “Yeah, that’d be…that’d be good.”

“Good?” Nathan peered over his shoulder before giving his head a shake, sending his thick red hair flying out like a silken waterfall.

“Better than good,” Marcus tried before scoffing at himself. “Nathan, you can’t expect my brain to function at optimum capacity when you’re stripping for me.”

“I dunno,” Nathan mused, giving a slow roll of his hips. “That was quite a coherent sentence from you. I mean—“ He tucked his thumbs under the back of his waistband. “You used the words ‘optimum capacity’ and all. You aren’t that distracted.”

Marcus pushed himself up to kneeling and shook his cock at Nathan. “Does this look like I’m not really, really aroused?” Marcus whimpered. “Nathan, please, please don’t tease me much more.” He needed Nathan more than ever. All their years together, their desire for one another had never dimmed, had only grown.

“Sure thing, honey.” Nathan pulled his pants down and bent over at the same time, exposing his ass.

Marcus sucked in a sharp breath as he got a glimpse of Nathan’s asshole before Nathan stood up again.

A faint pink handprint marred the creamy white skin of one cheek. Nathan reached back and patted it. “You like that?”

Marcus nodded. “There’s not one thing about you I don’t love.”

Nathan spun around and grinned. “Aw, for that, you get a blow job before I fuck you into the ground.”

“Ground?” Marcus asked, everything inside of him going tight with lust.

“Floor, ground, tub.” Nathan flapped one hand. “Does the surface really matter when I’m going to be fucking you until you scream for me?”