Isaiah (22 page)
Instead, Bae landed a hard slap on Isaiah’s ass that made him shout. He shook as he rode the pain, then Bae was sinking in, slowly, steadily, filling Isaiah’s ass in the best way.
“Mmm, sweetheart, you have the tightest ass.” Bae grunted and tapped Isaiah’s ass with a quick series of mild hits.
Isaiah arched and writhed, and finally Bae cursed and thrust, sinking the last few inches of his dick in at once.
“Fuck!” Bae yelled. “Aw, I can’t…I’m not going to last long.”
Like Isaiah cared. He just wanted the hard fucking he needed, and to hear his mate scream when he came.
“Whatever you need,” Bae said, dropping down over Isaiah. “Gonna mark you, inside and out. Make you mine again with teeth and cum, fill you up with it.”
Oh, Isaiah loved the dirty talk. His cock was dripping and his balls tight, his climax so close he was already shivering from it.
“Feel you trying to hold me in, but I’m gonna fuck you hard, drive you into the grass.”
Before Isaiah could draw a breath, Bae began pounding his ass, thrusting hard and deep and jarring Isaiah with each slap of his hips to Isaiah’s ass.
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Bailey Bradford
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“Uhn,” Bae muttered with each penetration.
It wouldn’t be long if Bae couldn’t speak coherently. Isaiah fisted his cock and started jerking off as Bae powered into him over and over. He clenched his ass, knowing it’d drive Bae wild, and it did. Bae howled and his claws dug into Isaiah’s hips, then Bae struck, his teeth sinking into Isaiah’s flesh above his shoulder.
The dual assault of thorough fucking and painful bite made Isaiah scream as hot spunk jetted from his dick. His vision blurred with reds and greys as pleasure so intense he couldn’t breathe sailed through Isaiah.
Bae battered away at his ass, fucking him like a machine until Isaiah’s legs slipped and he was down on his belly. Bae growled and the ache in Isaiah’s shoulder increased. Heat flooded his ass as Bae lifted his head and snarled, his hip bones jamming against Isaiah’s bruised butt.
Then Bae collapsed on top of him, panting raggedly in Isaiah’s ear. It was a perfect ending to their first run.
“No,” Bae rasped out, “it was the perfect beginning for all the years we have ahead of us.”
Isaiah wasn’t going to argue with that.
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Southwestern Shifters: Resilience
Bailey Bradford
Released 16th July 2012
Excerpt
Todd Benson couldn’t begin to count the number of times he’d thought he was going to die. Probably, he guessed, every time his hell and brimstone preaching daddy had grabbed a belt, or a cane, or a switch. There’d been those two times with the crop, and another with the electrical cord. Those were just the times he remembered. Sometimes he wondered if he hadn’t blocked out even worse episodes of abuse.
But he’d survived the abuse, no thanks to most people in the small town of Shasta. As an adult, Todd knew now that everyone just about had to have been aware of what was happening to him when he’d been a kid. And as a member of law enforcement, a certified, bonafide deputy, Todd knew they knew.
Forgiving the people of Shasta for turning a blind eye to the abuse he’d suffered was something he was still working on. The only people who’d really tried to help him had been Mr and Mrs Staley, his best friend’s grandparents. That hadn’t really gone so well, but it had helped Todd, knowing there were people who didn’t think he deserved to be treated so badly. When they’d died, Todd had cried like a baby. Gabe, their grandson and his closest friend, had been devastated as well.
And somehow, Todd had developed more of a backbone then. His father and mother had already condemned him to hell for being friends with Gabe since Gabe was one of those demon possessed homosexuals. Well, Todd had news for his parents, he was too. He was just too scared to do anything about it. He was too scared to even talk about it, because if his www.total-e-bound.com
parents found out? All those times he’d thought he was gonna die, well, those would be nothing compared to what would happen.
Todd had heard his parents rant before, and he’d been subjected to some severe beatings over being Gabe’s friend even once he’d passed the age of eighteen. It was, Todd knew even though it shamed him, very hard to break out of the cycle of abuse. He still hadn’t, he supposed, because it’d just been earlier in the day that his father had slapped him so hard Todd’s entire head throbbed. And here he’d been wearing his badge and…and he hadn’t done more than hang his head and leave.
At least he’d made his father stop hitting him otherwise, and he’d moved out. Those were two accomplishments, and Todd was intelligent enough to know he needed to give himself what positive reinforcement he could. His confidence was almost non-existent and he had plenty of other problems, but he had to believe he’d get better. Maybe one day he’d move away from Shasta, because he’d need to get away from his parents if he ever wanted to be able to be himself.
But first he’d have to figure out who he was. That was just frightening, because Todd knew that despite the badge on his shirt, he was a big old coward. If he wasn’t, he’d be out like Gabe, and he sure wouldn’t let anyone smack him around.
“Get off your lazy ass and go find out about the new vet that’s moving in to the Duggart place.”
Todd looked up from the papers on his desk. How long had he been sitting there staring blankly at them? Long enough for Sheriff Kaufman to catch him at it. Kaufman was only mildly better to Todd than his parents were.
“New vet?” Todd said, and if he stuttered a little, oh well, Kaufman tended to scare him. The man was cruel on a whole different level than Todd’s parents were. At least even they didn’t get their rocks off abusing and shooting stray dogs. Kaufman was a sociopath with a badge as far as Todd was concerned, and that was a combination that should terrify everyone, not just him.
Kaufman snorted and kicked Todd’s desk. “Yeah, now get your lazy ass up and go check him out. I think he looks too pretty not to be one of those fags. We already got that Staley freak here, at least until I can run his fruity ass out of Shasta. Don’t need no more of
‘em around.”
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Todd bit his tongue to keep from pointing out that Gabe didn’t actually live in the town of Shasta, but on the outskirts. He pushed away from the desk and grabbed his jacket and hat. Better that he not say anything to draw more attention to Gabe. Soon enough Sheriff Kaufman would catch on to what he was doing, and probably to the fact that Todd was helping him. Together, Todd and Gabe had set about rescuing the stray dogs around the area. It was as close as Todd had come to making a stand, but he couldn’t live with himself if he sat back while Kaufman tortured some of the most noble creatures on Earth.
So Todd tried to make sure he got the calls about strays, and he and Gabe would sneak out and rescue them. Sometimes Kaufman got the info first, though, and those times were just awful. Todd had ended up puking for a good couple hours after the last time.
Sheriff Kaufman stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. Todd couldn’t quite look into the man’s squinty little eyes. “You tell me if he’s a faggot, or an asshole who’s gonna shit bricks over our stray policy. I’ll handle him from there.” He slapped Todd’s arm hard enough to bruise. “A few tickets and a little roughin’ up and I bet he’d run off cryin’.”
Todd waited until he was outside to shake his head. It was like an epic battle between good and evil or something, except the Bible had it wrong, because the devil couldn’t be as hateful and cruel as people were, could he? Sometimes—a lot of times—Todd thought Hell was right here on Earth, and the little town of Shasta was at its epicenter.
He didn’t have time for philosophical bullshit though. Right now he had to go warn the good veterinarian about the evil sheriff. Yep, good and evil, Todd thought, and smiled for the first time that day. Now, if the vet turned out to be a total douche, that’d skew Todd’s budding philosophy on religion and God and all that. Todd didn’t even worry about being sacrilegious any more. His father had beat it into him that God knew what was in one’s heart, and if that was the case, and what Todd felt and thought secretly in his heart was wrong, then he was toast anyway.
But, if his father was wrong and God wasn’t the hateful being his father thought he was, then Todd figured he was going to be okay. His father and mother, on the other hand, were in for some hot weather in the afterlife.
Todd rolled his eyes at his thoughts. He spent too much time on stuff like that, but considering the way it’d been drilled into him all his life, he reckoned it was understandable.
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stupid brain, either. Todd was, as weird as it might seem considering his job, so shy it hurt to talk sometimes. Plus, who could he trust in Shasta? No one, besides Gabe.
“I really need out of here,” Todd mumbled, then nearly wrecked his cruiser when he rounded the corner of Main and Brentwood. As it was, he hit his brakes a little too hard and the tires screeched on the asphalt, and the man who was bent over digging through the back of his SUV stood up and turned around.
And Todd knew, then, there, in that second when his eyes met a pair of brilliant blue ones, that he was going die. His father would kill him, because everything inside Todd was pinging with an awareness he’d tried so hard to suffocate, or at least hide until he was free.
His father had always said Gabe was going to turn him gay, and though Todd knew that wasn’t the case—he knew what he’d felt for as long as he could remember, which was before Gabe ever came to town—there was no way his father would believe him. Todd was afraid that some switch had been flicked in him now, and his darkest secret was going to be glaringly exposed. It was stupid, paranoid, but the power his parents, especially his father, had over him was not to be dismissed.
Then the dark haired man smiled, and it made Todd dizzy,
dizzy
! He managed to put the car in park, he thought, and his lips did something weird, twitched or trembled or prepared to spew odes to the dark haired man’s beauty. Todd groaned then, because he was so dead. He wouldn’t ever get out of Shasta, wouldn’t have any of those wild hedonistic nights he fantasised about when he dared to let himself.
He wasn’t ever going to get very far away from the man now approaching the cruiser, not if he could help it. But—Todd shook his head slightly and the man stopped. Todd took a minute to study him. No designer clothes, no loose-hipped gait like Gabe had, no clues as to the man’s sexuality. Gabe and TV were about the only representations of gay men Todd had to go by, and this man didn’t fit any of those stereotypes. Not that Gabe was flaming or whatever, but he wasn’t exactly…not.
Todd told himself to get it together and unbuckled. He got out of the car and tipped his head at the man. And he tried to smile, or at least not look like he was as terrified as he felt.
The stranger’s smile struck again and melted everything inside Todd.
“Hi,” the man said, offering a hand as he approached. “I’m Adam Soames, the vet taking over Dr McIntire’s practice.”
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Todd’s hand was sweaty so he wiped it on his uniform pants before shaking Adam’s hand. He looked down at their hands. Adam’s was bigger than his, hairier, stronger. Adam’s voice was deeper, too, and Todd couldn’t classify him as anything other than a handsome man he’d be drooling over if he wasn’t careful. Adam was probably straight.
“Is there a problem?” Adam asked, and Todd realised he hadn’t let go of the vet’s hand.
“No,” he said as he whipped his hand back. “I ah, it’s…I j-j-j—” Oh God, the stuttering was kicking in!
Todd closed his eyes and took a deep breath, aware that his entire face had to be bright red. He opened his eyes and about died at the understanding look Adam gave him.
“Welcome to Shasta,” Todd blurted out, relieved that he didn’t stutter it and mortified that he sounded like a thirteen year old boy going through puberty.
Adam’s smile actually turned up a notch and Todd felt sucker punched. “Thank you, Deputy Benson.”
Todd was confused for a second until Adam tapped his badge, then he was just back to being mortified. “Yeah, uh. Welcome.” Now what, Todd wondered. What happened when you met the person you’d been waiting for, and they weren’t waiting around for you? There was no way Todd was good enough for a man like this even if Adam was gay. Todd gave himself an internal shake. He needed to get his act together, and maybe if he tried hard enough, he could keep his secret hidden for a while longer.
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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 resounds for pounding away at the keyboard, as are the 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
Southwestern Shifters: Rescued
Southwestern Shifters: Relentless
Southwestern Shifters: Reckless
