DIRTY PLAYER BONUS SCENE

A sexy, sweet peek at Greg and Julia's happily ever after in action... 

©Mira Lyn Kelly

Greg

It’s been one month since Julia took my ass back, and I’m lay-down-on-the-ice-and-kiss-the-blue-line-grateful for it every single day. Every night for that matter too, but the nights I’m not traveling for a game, when I lay down, it’s to kiss my girl.

Everywhere.

There’s gratitude. Oh, hell yes, there is.

Last night I gave her so much gratitude I wasn’t sure either one of us were going to be able to walk today. But hey, pro-athlete here.

Stamina and quick recovery are part of package. So when I woke up to Julia using her full, lush mouth to fulfill one of my favorite fantasies… I was good to go.

And grateful all over again, then again after that.

Now I’m sprawled out in bed, my sheets infused with the scent of Julia’s shampoo, the sounds of her presence in my home filling me with the kind of satisfaction I’ll never get used to.

This is the life.

For real.

This. Is. The. Life.

And I never want to give it up. Yeah, we’re both busy as fuck and, even with football being over for the season, we still spend more time than not going in different directions. Just this week I had back-to-back away games and then Jules was in LA for three days meeting with some network execs about a new project. I’m fucking ecstatic about it for her, don’t get me wrong. But it makes me appreciate the time we have together all the more.

“Oh my God, Greg,” Julia calls, laughing from down the hall. “How much did you order from Amazon while I was gone?”

I grin, hopping out of bed and throwing on some track pants. Then I’m heading down the hall, smiling at my girl, who is looking at a tote overflowing with packages on the dining room table. I love Prime.

“Few things,” I shrug, playing it cool even though I’m not feeling that way. “Was thinking about you.”

She raises a brow, giving me this freaking adorable squinty look. “This is not all for me.”

Sliding into the empty chair beside her, I pull her into my lap. Nuzzle my face into that sweet spot where her neck meets her shoulders. Take a playful bite. “I mean, some of it is for us.”

Yeah, that little catch of her breath says I’ve successfully dragged that beautiful brain of hers into the gutter. My favorite hobby.

Reaching past her, I pull the first package out, testing the feel of it.

“This one first.”

She gives me another questioning look, biting her lip as she takes it and rips the bubble wrap packaging open. “What in the world—”

I grab it out of her hands and tear the cellophane free of the flip flops with grassy soles and a giant silk daisy between the toes. “You said your feet were killing you after your seventeen-hour day in heels, so I got these for when you’re back at the hotel each night. It feels like real grass, right?”

She laughs. “It does.”

And then her mouth is on mine, pressing a dozen of those delighted kisses against my lips as her arms wrap tight around my neck. Nice. Leaning back, she slips them on her pretty bare feet and kicks them out, pointing her toes to admire them. “These are the sweetest, coolest, most amazing flip-flops of all time. Thank you.”

She opens a couple more packages. Pretty soon those delighted kisses are slowing down, lasting longer, and going deeper. By the fourth one, she’s straddling my lap and my hands are kneading that perfect pert ass.

Pulling back, she licks her lips. “Where’s the one for us? We can open the rest later.”

Hell yes. I was hoping it would go like this.

Heart pumping like I’m coming off the ice after a ten-minute shift, I reach for the package I’ve been waiting to give to her. The one I put in the tote myself when I crept out of bed at three a.m. and went down to meet Tim, who’d just come on duty at the building’s security desk.

“Before I give you this one, I know it’s pushing our limits a little. But Jules, being with you makes me greedy. I want… everything. I want to have you every way I can. But if you’re not into this or it makes you uncomfortable at all, it’s okay. I swear. I’ll be patient.”

Those soulful brown eyes shift from mine and she casts a quick glance over her shoulder, her knees squeezing my sides just a bit.

“Geeze, Greg, what kind of gift did you get?” she asks with the kind of breathy voice all my triple X-rated dreams are made of.

The kind where seeing her wear it is going to get me harder than I’ve ever been before.

“One with a lifetime guarantee.” I bring the bubble wrapped Prime mailer in front of her. Meet her eyes with mine. “If anything ever goes wrong or seems like it isn’t working… we fix it.”

She looks down at the package and I see the instant it clicks. Her breath holds for two beats of my heart.

“The package is already open,” she whispers, eyes starting to shine, head starting a slow nod.

I brush a few strands of silky hair behind her ear and then tip the package into my hand. “Okay, so maybe this one isn’t really from Amazon.” And then, I open the small, robin’s egg blue box and ask,

“Julia, will you marry me?”

That slow nod comes faster with a choked laugh and a wide watery smile that I will never in my whole life forget.

“I will.”

***

Julia

That gorgeous, brilliant promise of forever somehow ends up on my finger amid a flurry of kisses and laughter and promises we can’t stop making. His arms band around my back, mine around his neck and then Greg’s pushing out of the chair and carrying me back to bed. We’re stripping naked and rolling one way and then the other.

He stops above me, bracing on those muscle-bound arms. “I love you, baby.”

“Love you too.” More than I thought possible. With everything I am.

Then kneeing my legs apart, he moves between them. “Show me.”

I press my hand against the spot on my chest that, ring or no ring, belongs to him for the rest of our lives.

“Fuuuck, that’s hot.”

I laugh again because, only Greg.

“You like this?” I ask, tilting my hand to catch the light. It’s hypnotic. “Or maybe you like this?”

I move my hand to his chest, and he lets out one of those low, rumbling groans that drive me wild.

While he watches, I drag it lower, down the ridges of his abdomen, lower, to circle his shaft. And the sound he makes next is even better. More desperate.

“This?” I stroke him twice before whatever restraint he had snaps.

My teasing hand is pinned above my head in a blink, our fingers intertwined as he shifts back, dragging his steely shaft through my slickness. And then he’s there, lined up, waiting. Our eyes meet and he sinks deep.

My breath comes out in a rush as my body strains around him. So good.

“This,” he says, sliding back and then pushing in again. Repeating, and then shifting his hips in that way that has me squirming beneath him. My heels slide up the backs of his thighs and he pumps into me again and again. He takes me deep, his groin meeting the spread of my sex again and again until my body is spasming with every hard kiss of flesh against aching, needy flesh.

On the next thrust, he grinds down, holding me open, pinned beneath him. Rocking against that spot just so, he pushes me over the edge. And then I’m falling, tumbling through wave after wave of pleasure as his forehead touches mine.

“Forever, Julia. I’m going to love you so hard and so good. Forever.”

When I catch my breath, I free my hand and give his chest a little nudge. He rolls us together, still connected, so I’m on top of him and that sexy smile is back on his lips.



I start to move. “Forever.”