DIRTY D-MAN BONUS SCENE

A sexy, sweet peek at Bowie and Piper's happily ever after in action... 

©Mira Lyn Kelly

Piper

I’ve known Grant Bowie forever. I knew he had a competitive streak. But I had no idea that he’d be so competitive with himself— and it would have to be himself since no one else ever got a hand into this game —about all the ways he can satisfy me. Or that he’s the most incredibly generous sexytimes-man ever. Or that even nearly a year into our relationship, he would still have this near-debilitating weakness for me in his jersey.

Maybe it was all the years he had to see another number on me, but when I put on #44… the man cannot leave me alone. Like there better be somewhere mostly private within five hundred feet or the already over-the-top PDA is going to tip into indecent exposure charges territory.

Case in point, five minutes ago, he called from the front of the apartment about getting out the door on time for whatever this family day event is at the arena. But now?

That sort of choked sound coming from behind me is Grant. He’s in the doorway to the walk-in closet, and he’s just seen me in his #44 jersey and not much else.

That little devil on my shoulder is back, and she loves to play.

“What was that, D-Man?” I ask, putting my hair up in a high ponytail I’m about ninety percent sure I’ll be redoing before we leave… and adding a bit of a stretch while I’m at it so the jersey inches just that much higher over my bare thighs.

“Piper, sweetheart, you’re killing me” he groans, stepping in behind me. His front is pressed to my back, and his eyes are locked on our reflection in the mirror.

This is one of my favorite views. Seeing his face beside mine, the way his arms wrap around me, and how his hands move like they can’t get enough of the feel of me beneath them. Also a favorite, when he bites that sexy bottom lip and gives in to the urge I know has been riding him since the second he peeked in here… letting his fingers slip beneath the hem of the jersey so he can lift, lift, lift it a little higher and find out what’s beneath.

“Red.” His brows pull together like he’s in pain, but I can feel how much he likes the sight of the tiny lacy panties when he pulls me back into the hardening length of him.

“Don’t we have to get over to the arena?” I tease, peering at him through the fringe of my lashes.

A nod, but considering he’s started brushing over the stretchy, see-through lace with the blunt tip of one finger, I’m not entirely sure he heard me.

“You’re going to have to be quick, sweetheart.” That thick roving finger dips beneath the lace. “We can’t miss this thing.”

“I’m going to have to be quick?” He’s the one who’s so competitive over my satisfaction, he can’t get me off with his fingers without needing to follow it up by getting me off with his mouth. Seeing if he can make it better, make me come harder, make the orgasm last longer.

Spoiler alert: He can. And it’s amazing.

Just like the way he’s playing with me right now is amazing. So amazing my hips have already started their restless shifting, my ass pushing back the way he likes—

“Fuck,” he chokes out, slipping his hand from my panties and then using both hands to push them over my hips so they fall around my ankles. “Arms over your head.”

I do what he asks, reaching back so I can touch his face, the neat clip of his beard, and the strong column of his neck. My heart skips at the image we make as he knees my legs open wider. One hand moves between us, and I hear the metal of his belt buckle and the teeth of his zipper as he opens his fly.

Anticipation builds in my center as he wraps one arm around me, pushing the jersey up with his free hand so it’s positioned above my breasts. Behind me, he shifts, dragging the bare length of himself between my cheeks, then bending his knees so he can position himself lower. There. Where I’m slick and ready for him.

He nudges in, giving me just a taste of what’s to come. Just enough to make me ache for more.

“Grant,” I whisper a little desperately. Because yeah, being wrapped up in his number and his arms does it for me too. And seeing us together like this— “Please.”

A tender kiss lands in my hair and that sweetness in this charged moment is the perfect reminder of why I’m so completely, desperately in love with this man.

And then he rocks his hips, pushing up and inside me, filling me inch by inch with his body until I feel like I’ve taken all that he has to give. Like I am as full of this man as I can possibly be. Another shift and thrust, and—

“Yes!”

He gives me that much more, hitting that deepest spot inside that makes me spasm and pulse around him.

That spot is my favorite.

And he knows it.

Grant nudges at the limit of my body, holding me against him with one powerful arm as that sweet strain intensifies, making me gasp and quake. My head falls back against his shoulder as sensation overwhelms me, but he’s not even close to done.

“Watch, sweetheart,” he murmurs at my ear. “Want you to see how fucking beautiful you are when you come apart for me.”

I nod, bringing my head back up and cracking my lids so my focus is on our reflection. On the visual accompanying the feel of his hand sliding down my belly, lower, to where I’m open, glistening with my own desire for him. Two fingers tease through my slickness, circling with that perfect pressure to accompany his measured thrusts.

And the visual and physical stimulation of his fingers working me while I watch the thick length of his shaft pushing up, up, up, disappearing inside me and then dragging back out, out, out has me teetering on the edge. Tension gathering at my center faster than I can breathe through. The need for release making me mindless. Then finally, he gives me what I need… “Come on, Piper. Give it to me.”

That gruff command at my ear pushes me over the edge, sending me into a free fall of pleasure that Grant carries me through with all the love and caring and patience this man gives me so generously.

It’s beautiful.

It’s everything.

And when I’m limp in his arms, my body still pulsing around him, he whispers, “One more, sweetheart, and I’ll come with you. Then we’ve got to get to the arena.”

Turning my head for his kiss, I soak in the perfection of our lives together. Sure there are days when one of our worlds gets messy. But just like he promised, we face every adventure together. And everything we build together is sturdy. Because it’s built on a foundation of love strong enough to last a lifetime.