DIRTY TALKER BONUS SCENE

A sexy, sweet peek at Wade and Harlow's happily ever after in action... 

©Mira Lyn Kelly

Wade

 “Yeah, mom, I know… yep, I will… uh huh… she’ll be home in a few… thank you. Love you, too.”

I hang up and check the phone again. Ignoring the unread texts that seem to be breeding like bunnies—I’m talking the furry, hops on four-legs kind, not the hangs out around the rink parking lot kind— I turn on Do Not Disturb.

That thing hasn’t stopped pinging and vibrating for the last two hours, and when Harlow shows up in what I’m guessing will be less than two minutes, I don’t want any distractions.

Leaning against the sink, I fill a glass of water from the tap and take a long gulp. Tell myself to relax. Pull it together. Everything is going to be fine.

She’s not going to freak out, pack her bags, and leave.

We’re good. Great. We’re everything.

Which is why I don’t want to fuck things up.

From the front of the apartment, I hear the lock turn and smile. Even after drinks with Netti and a couple girls from her new bank, Harlow is always punctual.

“Have fun?” I ask, heading down the hall to greet her.

Dark eyes dancing, she kicks off her heels. “So much! And I think Netti might actually be considering a move to Trust and Financial.”

She steps into my arms and, pushing to her toes gives me a kiss that’s as sweet as it is sexy and ends with a little purr that has my hold tightening around her. “You’d have your work-wife back.”

They still see each other pretty regularly, but I know Netti was the hardest part of Harlow leaving PHR.

“I would!” Giving me a little pat on the chest, she steps out of my arms and goes straight to the couch, kneeling at one side as she turns on the TV. The old Slayers game we had on last night is still queued up, frozen at a point where I’m about to pass the puck to Axel for an assist.

She made me promise we’d watch the rest tonight, but whether that happens is going to be up to her.

“Let’s go, Wade.” She pats the cushion beside her and gives me that adorably intense look I see before every challenge. “I’m ready. Bring it.”

Grinning, I drop down beside her, stretching my arms along the back of the couch. “Biscuit.”

She gives a little bounce. “The puck.”

So damn cute. “Chicklets.”

“Teeth.”

“Duster.”

“A player who doesn’t see much ice time and spends most of the game collecting dust on the bench.”

“Good Girl, have you been studying?”

That gleam in her eyes. So hot.

“Stop teasing and talk hockey to me. I’m going for 100% on this one.”

“Tape to tape.”

Still on her knees, she moves in closer to me. Her skirt bunching higher up her gorgeous thighs. “When a pass lands perfectly on your stick.”

“Lettuce.” I meant to keep my hands off her, but somehow my palm is rubbing up the back of her thighs, helping her skirt inch even higher.

“Focus,” she says, sounding a little breathless, and I’d swear her knees are wider than they were a second ago. “Lettuce is a player’s hair.”

“Five for five.” Damn, she’s gorgeous. And I know better. I know what it will do, where it will go. But I can’t help it. I meet her eyes. “Perfect score.”

And then she’s on me. Our mouths fuse, tongues sliding together. She throws a leg over mine, and our bodies move into that mind blowing fit I can’t get enough of. Her hands are in my hair, holding me close as I pull her closer.

The heat between us is combustible. A flash flame threatening to burn out of control.

I can’t get enough.

She rocks against me.

Shit!

I drag myself back from the kiss I want to last forever and rake my eyes over her, taking in the damage. Her lips are kiss swollen, parted in that way they get when she’s wound up. Blouse already opened a few buttons too many. Oops. That sexy as fuck bra tempting me with all the bad things I want to do.

But right now? I lift her off me and scoot to the side. Right now, I need to hit pause. And while it hurts like taking a puck to the cheek, I start closing those buttons one by one.

Harlow’s brow raises. “Wade?”

I groan. “You don’t know how bad I want you.”

Her eyes track down to where I’m hard as steel for her. She bites her bottom lip in the kind of sexy pout that I never would have expected from Harlow when we first met. It does it for me in a serious way. “I’ve got an idea of how much,” she says, starting to unbutton my shirt as I finish buttoning hers.

“Good Girl,” I start.

She shakes her head. “Not tonight.”

Yeah, she knows exactly what she’s doing. And that does it for me even more. Almost as much as when she reaches out and traces her fingertip over the bulge in my pants that’s becoming a bigger problem with every second that passes.

I inch away, taking her hand in mine. “Harlow, I’ve got something for you.”

She’s not having the distance though and crawls back to into my lap, that sexy look on her face. “A prize for acing the hockey talk?”

The way she says it— Damn, I know exactly what kind of prize she’s looking for. I love this girl.

My hands meet her hips. I mean to lift her off me again, but somehow, I just end up threading our fingers together instead and smiling into her gorgeous eyes.

“It’s big,” I hint, teasing her because there’s nothing better than her smile. “Hard too. Lasts forever.”

“God, your ego,” she laughs softly.

Our hands move through the air at our sides in lazy circles.

“It says how much I love you.”

Her brow hitches. “So, he’s talking now?”

I meet that little raised brow and lean in to steal a quick kiss. Then freeing her hands, I swallow. Take a breath. And giving her my best cheesy smile, say, “Slip your hand in my pocket and maybe you can find it.”

She stills. Searches my eyes. “You got me something, for real?”

This time, I do lift her off me. I stand, but just long enough to reach into my jeans, then drop to one knee in front of her and hold up the ring Netti helped me pick out. It’s a classic cut, conservative in style… but not size.

Yeah, somehow the ego is still alive and kicking. Thriving, actually. But he’s a possessive fuck and wants all those guys eyeing his girl to know she’s taken.

Her breath catches between those perfect parted lips.

This is it. The big show.

If ever I needed to be able to talk someone into something, it’s this woman into giving me the rest of my life to make her smile through hers.

“Harlow, I love y—”

And then I’m flat on my back on the floor, Harlow’s kisses raining down over me, my ring on her finger and my heart slamming like a jackhammer in my chest. “This is yes?”

I mean it feels like a yes, but something like this… you want to be sure

.

More kisses, these mingling with her laughter and finally, finally—

“Yes!”

My arms band around her, and I flip us over so she’s beneath me and I’m the one showering her with my love and gratitude and the kind of happiness that’s all about the “Ever After”.