Sloan’s Favorites: An excerpt from SWEPT AWAY

I’ve made some awesome progress on my current projects lately, so I hope you don’t mind the recent lack of blog posts. (If you’re curious about what I’ve been working on, you can see the latest status updates on the Works-in-Progress page of my website.)

One of the things I’ve been wanting to do with the blog is get a few excerpts of my published works posted since a fair number of new readers find me through this site. So starting this week, I thought it might be fun to share some of my favorite moments from each of my titles.

To start things off, here’s an excerpt from SWEPT AWAY with Eddie and Mike

Why I chose this excerpt: I’ve always loved the contrast of how Eddie was feeling in this moment (when he first enters the cool ocean water and sees how happy Mike is) with the way he was feeling earlier (both in the stifling courtroom and at the airport when he was hot and sticky and thought he was about to see Mike’s ex). 

Swept Away by Sloan Parker

Setup: The biggest case of Eddie’s career and nothing’s going right. He’s stuck in a stifling courtroom with no air conditioning during the worst heat wave in years, and the judge has denied his latest motion. He just wants to spend a quiet night celebrating with his partner, Mike, on their fifteenth anniversary. But Mike has a surprise in mind this year. A surprise that may be more than Eddie imagined possible.

“Race you,” he said, then jumped off the deck and ran onto the beach stark naked, heading for the water’s edge.

“Asshole,” I called out as I kicked off my shorts and shoes. I chased after him, laughing all the way to the water. He’d already made it in waist-high by the time I got there. He splashed me as I ran in. I lunged at him, and he let out a huge-ass giggle as I wrapped my arms around his chest from behind. A fucking giggle.

Wait. That hadn’t come from him. It was from me. His laugh still sounded like a guy his size normally would. It sounded great. I sounded like a kid running to get to the dodgeball first at recess. Maybe it was the sound of pure joy.

I had every intention of dunking him under the water, but I gave up on that idea. I couldn’t bring myself to end his laughter. Better to cut off my own embarrassing sounds. I let go of him, dove under the surface, and basked in the cool water that surrounded my heated flesh from head to toe. The stickiness of the past twelve hours washed away, and every concern and worry went with it.

Maybe I had been under too long. His large hands grabbed my arms and yanked me up. “Come here.” He brought his lips to mine. The stubble on his face was wet, and the water dripped to my chest as we pressed closer together.

He grabbed the back of my head and parted his lips. So many times we’d done this, a caress of tongues, the intensity building, our cocks growing harder as our bodies surged together, as we shifted our hips and found the rhythm that drove us both to the edge. But we’d never done anything outside. We’d fucked year after year in front of forty guys, but not once had he given me a simple kiss on the lips outside of our place or a gay bar. Never outdoors where someone might see. Never standing naked in the ocean.

He backed up a few steps toward the cottage tugging me along with him, never stopping the touches or the kisses until we reached the water’s edge. He pulled me down to the sand until I was lying on top of him. I braced myself, hands in the wet sand on each side of his head, and lined up our bodies groin to groin. I stared down at him. The wet hair on his chest shone in the dim light of the moon. The muscles of his biceps flexed as he ran his palms down my arms. His eyes crinkled up again at the corners as he gave me a slow smile. God, he’d never looked better. The swell of the surf rolled in around us, the water shallow, barely an inch deep where he had decided to get horizontal. Such a smart man.

We moved together, creating friction that had my cock wet at the tip for reasons that had nothing to do with the ocean. I rocked faster, loving the groan he gave up as my shaft grazed the sensitive skin below the head of his dick. I didn’t want the moment to end. But I also wanted the wave of orgasm to crash into us both, like the surf washing over our tangled limbs. I wanted to watch his face in the moonlight as he came.

He must have had another idea. “Eddie, stop. Up. Inside.” Maybe those were all the words he could form right then.

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I SWEAR TO YOU Release Party: Some of Sloan’s Favorite Quotes From the Book

I Swear To You by Sloan Parker Giveaway

Today’s winner of the I SWEAR TO YOU Release Party Giveaway is:
Edith W. Congratulations!

Here are some of my favorite lines from I SWEAR TO YOU:

Quote 1:
There was just something about Mateo, something about watching him pleasure himself that got Grady hot and bothered. It fed a primal instinct in him that no amount of fucking girls had done for him.

Quote 2:
Grady seized him by the arm and spun him around. “Teo, it doesn’t have to mean anything. So we like jerking off together? It doesn’t mean we’re— It doesn’t mean anything.”
Mateo snorted out a bitter laugh and shook his head. “It means everything.”

Quote 3:
He took Grady’s silence as the affirmation it was. He threw his arms up in the air. “How in the hell did I get all the brains in this family? What kind of asshole tells his parents he’s gay, announces it on Facebook for everyone to see, and he doesn’t even know if he likes to suck dick?”

Quote 4:
“Did you know about yourself right away after we… After we were here last time?”
Mateo took a swig of the beer as if he had to think before speaking, or work up the courage to share something so personal. “There was no going back for me after that weekend.”

Quote 5:
“I’ve missed you too, Teo. More than I can say.” Only he was saying. He’d been trying to say everything that he could think of, more than he’d ever thought he would express to anyone.
They both moved at the same time and met halfway. This kiss was less about passion and more about saying what words weren’t enough for.

Quote 6:
They didn’t speak. Grady let his lips and hands say all he could to him, and Mateo seemed to be doing the same.
Grady wanted to believe he was reading the unspoken words correctly. That Mateo had forgiven him, that this was just the beginning.

Quote 7:
Eventually they stilled, Mateo’s head on Grady’s chest as he said, “No one’s touched me like that in a long time.” He shook his head. “No one’s ever touched me like that.”

Quote 8: 
He gave him a long look. It was loyalty and devotion and maybe something more all rolled into one. “I had to make sure that if you ever figured things out and wanted to try again, I could be with you and not put you in danger.”

Quote 9:
Mateo faced the water once more. “Can we stay here for a little while longer?”
“Sure. However long you want.”
Without looking Grady’s way, he asked, “How about forever?” Then he turned to him again, and for the first time since they’d gotten to the lake, those dark eyes had a peaceful serenity to them. “Does forever work for you?”