DIRTY GROOM BONUS SCENE

A sexy, sweet peek at Diesel and Stormy's happily ever after in action... 

©Mira Lyn Kelly

Winter Break – A year and a half later

Liam

The elevator doors glide closed, shutting out the sound from the hotel lobby and casino beyond.

Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt like me, Noel smiles at the elderly couple trapped in this metal box with us and then quietly, but not nearly quietly enough, sings at my ear, “Bro, your little swimmers are going down.”

I close my eyes and let my head drop forward. This again.

Noel’s been trying to get Misty pregnant from before they were married. Not that I’m much better with Stormy. But neither of the girls wanted to rush into babies right away, so we’ve happily been living up the pre-kids married life.

But they’re coming. At least for Stormy and me.

I turn to him. “You wish your wife would let your swimmers in her pool.”

He lets out this strangled groan, and the couple edges farther into their side of the elevator.

Noel is totally thinking about getting his swimmers wet. I should apologize, except then we’re at their floor and the couple makes a hasty escape.

Noel turns to me, crossing his arms and propping a shoulder against the mirrored wall. “Like you aren’t wishing for the same thing?”

“Fuck yeah, I am. But while Misty is making you double bag it, Stormy and I are—”

I leave him hanging because I’m his big brother-in-law and that’s what we do. Besides, pushing this guy’s buttons is too easy. And he sure as hell likes pushing mine.

Truth, Stormy and I have been talking a lot about kids lately, and a part of me is hoping an anniversary baby might be in the cards.

God, I can’t wait to get her pregnant. I can’t wait to—

“Gross.”

I turn to Noel, who’s making a gagging face beside me. “Excuse me?”

“Dude, I love you. You’re my favorite brother.” I’m his only brother… in-law. “But that moan? Everyone knows you’re thinking about knocking Stormy up. She’s my sister. Have some respect, man.”

I huff out a laugh and nod. “Apologies.”

“Yeah, yeah. And apologies in advance about creaming your ass in the Baby Making Olympics. And don’t bother trying to mess with my head. No way is Stormy letting your team off the starting blocks before Misty gives the go ahead on mine.”

“Whatever you say.”

He rocks back on his heels. “Oh, I’m sayin’ it.”

My eyes narrow on his reflection, taking in the little bounce when he rocks forward… and then the single subtle step he takes closer to the elevator doors.

“Noel, are you seriously planning to sprint out of here and race to knock up Misty before I can get to Stormy.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he scoffs, then takes another step toward the elevator doors. And that look in his eyes? Yeah, I’ve seen it before. Like every single time we hit the ice for a game.

He is not messing around.

And shit, did I just take a step toward the doors?

Yes. Yes, I did. Which is stupid because I’m not going to race this kid to get our girls pregnant. They would kill us for even thinking it.

But even with that bit of rational thought fresh in my mind, when the doors open on our floor, it’s on. We’re shouldering for position, pushing, pulling, and shoving past each other. Noel goes left, and I go right, tearing down the hall until I get to the suite and swipe, swipe, swipe the key card.

“Damn it!”

The door opens, and there’s Stormy, draped in my half-open button-down from last night, her legs bare beneath, and dark hair spilling over her shoulders. She looks so beautiful, it hits the reset on that bit of crazy Noel kicked up in me.

And then all I can think is that by some miracle this is my wife. And I calm.

“Hey gorgeous,” I say wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling in her in for a kiss as I step into our room. “Happy Anniversary.”

For a guy who never wanted to get married, somehow, I’ve gotten my ring on this incredible creature not once, but twice.

Which is why we’re back in Vegas on Christmas Eve morning with most of our Hendricks family already checked in… Just not on the same floor because no one needs to sit across from their father-in-law during Christmas morning brunch, knowing the man heard his daughter calling you “daddy” the night before.

At least that’s what Noel tells me, because guess who learned the hard way last year?

I love that guy. But not as much as I love this woman right here.

Letting my hands roam over my very favorite curves, I ask, “Sleep okay?”

We flew out late last night after our game and Stormy was so tired when we finally got in, I tried to get her to let me carry her up to our room. She passed.

“So good.” Going to her toes for another kiss, she wraps her arms around my neck. “But you should have woken me up this morning.”

“Figured I’d let you sleep in while Noel and I checked out the new gym.”

“Nice?” She’s gathering my T-shirt at the back of my neck. She doesn’t care about the gym.

“Nice enough.” I don’t care about the gym either. Not like I care about this spectacular bare ass I’m gripping beneath her borrowed shirt.

I pull her up against me, and she hooks her legs around my waist.

“Well, don’t get any ideas,” she purrs, pulling the T-shirt over my head and tossing it aside. “The only workout you’re getting this morning is with me.”

I’m nodding into our kiss, pressing her into the wall because I love the sounds she makes when I rock into her like that. Then I carry her over to the bed because I want to roll around with her. I want her pretty painted toes up by my ears when I make her come the first time, and I want her to ride me until she comes a second, and then I want to eat her until she gives me number three… because it’s our third anniversary and I’m a sentimental sap.

So, I’ve got a plan as I lay her back onto the fluffy white bedding, giving her just a taste of my weight before I back off to lose the jeans.

She’s playing with the buttons on the shirt, teasing me with the ever-deepening vee of creamy pale skin stretching from her delicate collarbones to her navel while I give myself a firm, staying stroke.

Yeah, she likes that, so I do it again, getting off to the sight of her smooth legs shifting restlessly together.

So hot.

I climb over her, kneeing her legs wide as I brush the panels of the shirt open so I can see all of her. So, I can tongue the tight buds of her nipples and suck at the soft swells of her breasts. Nibble at the bottom of her ribs and run my teeth lower, against the sensitive skin where she’s bare for me.

“Liam,” she gasps, and yep, change of plans.

I rub my mouth against her already slick lips, dipping my tongue into her sweetness, once, twice, and then giving in and devouring her like the glutton I am.

“So fucking sweet,” I growl around more kisses and licks. Cupping her ass, I raise her up so I can have more of her soft moans and breathless pleas. More of her taste as her body starts to tense and tighten.

I give her one finger and then two, twisting and veeing them as I lap at that throbbing little knot of nerves. Her heels press into my back as I suck and tease, her body bowing, her lips parting—

“Give it to me,” I demand, drawing against her the way she loves, beckoning her release with each crook of my fingers inside.

And she does.

She comes with a rush of sweetness against my mouth, her body gripping my fingers, the sound of my name filling the room. It’s heaven.

This is everything.

She’s everything.

And she’s not done.

I grin as her fingers tunnel into my hair.

“Up,” she begs. “Need you.”

I shift up her body and, without missing a beat, give her the full length of my cock.

“Like that?” I ask, but her throaty groan and the clench of inner walls are all the answer I need.

I thrust into her slick tightness, shafting deep with every stroke. Catching the back of her knee, I bring it higher, opening her wider, giving her more. Giving her everything.

“Love you… so much, Stormy.”

“I love you too.” Her fingers skim my face, my lips, down my neck to where they rest over my heart.

“You feel it beating for you?”

She nods, her eyes misting with emotion. “I do.”

I slow then, easing in and out before dropping my hips into the cradle of hers while I kiss her.

It’s long and slow and filled with all the love in my heart. And when I pull back, this time, I withdraw completely, because there’s something I want to ask. “Hey, what if you stop with the birth control? What if we just… see what happens?”

What I’m saying has nothing to do with that mad rush when Noel and I burst out of the elevator.

This is only about us. About me and Stormy and the life we want together. The love we have to share.

The family we want to build.

She smiles softly. “You want a baby?”

I nod. “I do.” Bringing my hand to cover hers, I clarify. “But only when and if you’re ready. I mean that. I don’t want to pressure you. And you know how I feel about adoption.”

There are so many kids that need a family to love them.

“I know.” She searches my eyes. “I think we’re on the same page about that. I’d like to adopt too. But maybe not for a couple years if that’s okay?”

A couple years.

She raises a brow. “Longer than you were thinking?”

“Yeah, a little.” The way we’d been talking, I’d thought we might be there. But I meant what I said. “Whenever you’re ready.”

I don’t want her to have any doubts about us. And I’ll happily, patiently wait for as long as it takes. And if she never wants kids with me… that’s okay too.

I have her.

We have each other.

She shrugs a single shoulder. “I think two years will be plenty of time to start thinking about adopting. I feel like we have so much love to give. But as a new mom, I think I’d like one year with this baby,”

reversing our hands, she brings mine to cover the almost flat of her belly, “before we add another to the mix.”

It takes a second.

I stare at where our hands rest together over her stomach, playing her words back twice before I realize I heard them right. Holy shit.

My heart starts to slam as I look into her waiting eyes and see the smile that says it all.

“A baby?”

Her smile spreads. “Yeah, a baby.”

I can’t help it. I gather her close in my arms, pressing my face into the crook of her neck and breathing in the sweet scent of her as emotion surges through me, powerful and overwhelming.

“Stormy.” I say her name like a prayer, not caring that there are tears leaking from the corners of my eyes or that what I’m feeling— the purest, most humbling joy —is clear in my voice.

“I love you so much.” Backing down her body, I drop a kiss on her belly.

“I love you both.” Because in the span of a heartbeat it became true.

She strokes my hair. “And we love you.”

We hold each other close, talking about our future, our family. The things we need to figure out in the next seven months and who we’re going to tell in the next seven hours.

And then it hits me.

“Holy shit, my swimmers beat out—”

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

That knocking can only come from one man. I look at my wife, who’s rolling her eyes as she pulls the sheet around her.

“I thought you said Misty didn’t know yet.”

She shakes her head. “She doesn’t. I wanted to tell you first.”

God, I love her.

“Then why is Noel banging on our door?”

Stormy throws me my boxers and waves me off. “Open it and find out.”

I’m a step away when his voice booms through from the other side.

“Suck it, Uncle Liam! Guess whose swimmers scored Gold a month ago.”

I cough, looking back at Stormy. Her phone is ringing from the nightstand. She’s as stunned as I am.

But then I let out a whoop and swing the door open with a grin. “That would be Silver for you, little brother. We nabbed the gold two months ago!”