Bonus Scenes for AFTER Reading Long Time Coming

Bonus Scene #2

Pris

Maybe Pris is who I’ve always been.

Since being with Tagger, I’ve felt more myself than I ever have before. Or maybe I’ve grown into the person I was always meant to be. Pris. Either way, there are no negative connotations lingering from childhood when I hear my nickname these days. Only love.

Though I can attest that Tagger only lets my real name slip from his lips under two circumstances. One—When he’s going to fuck me with abandon. My name is always a part of the warning, like he did just over an hour ago . . .

“I want you remember that I love you, Christine,” he whispers against the shell of my ear. Kissing my neck, he nips at the base before peppering more sweet kisses on the top of my shoulder and then shrouds his body over mine from behind.

He’s already given me two orgasms but my body readies for more, the need becoming too strong to settle the risqué thoughts crowding my head. My heart pumps loudly in my ears as I push against the tip of his cock wanting him inside me already. I whisper, “I know you love me, Tagger.” My tone has a plea attached that snuck in uncontrolled.

“It’s not going to feel like it.” His voice is rugged as if the devil has taken over. “You understand, Christine?”

I pause, my throat going dry and my breath catching in my chest. I take a steadying breath, and reply, “I can handle you.” Pushing back, his tip stretches my entrance, the bliss feeling too good to stop. But my hips are grabbed, and I’m held in place as he slips almost all the way out again.

“You’re such a bad girl.” The flat of his tongue grazes across the back of my neck as one of his hands slips between my legs.

“I know what I want,” I reply, the impulse to have him filling my body and soul determining my fate and making me beg, “Please. You feel so good, babe.”

“Is this what you like?” His fingers glide through the slick of my reaction to him and then punctures my entrance with his fingertip before he adds another diving deep inside me. “Is this what you want?” Retreating, he pauses and waits. So sexy.

“I want you.”

I brace for what I know I need—him and a good fucking—knowing he’s going to give that to me fivefold. He never disappoints.

. . . The gentle breeze blows around me, keeping me cool in the warm weather, but my body begins to heat again from the memory of earlier. I rub my hand down the inside of my right thigh and then up the other one. Closing my eyes when I reach the apex between them, the gentle touch causes me to release the softest of mewls.

I’m sore, but it’s the best kind. My entire body feels contented, so it was worth the recovery.

The sound of his footsteps heavy over the teak wood planks of the deck and the rustle of the palm fronds in the breeze inspires me to open my eyes. Lucky me, I’m greeted by my caring husband and those gorgeous green eyes of his that I can only hope our kids are blessed with one day. His expression falls faster than a Hawaiian sunset that we never seem quick enough to snap a photo of. His fingers dig into his hair, and he asks, “Too much of a good thing?”

“Never enough.” I reach up to rub his cheek as he bends down to kiss me. “You don’t need to worry about me. I’m better than I’ve ever been.” I smirk with a cocked brow, wobbling my head back and forth on the hammock. “Though I won’t be able to walk for a few days.”

“Guess we’ll have to stay in bed the rest of our stay.”

“I could think of worse punishments than stuck in bed with my handsome husband for the rest of our honeymoon.” Sitting up, I hold his hand and reach with the other, wrapping my fingers around the back of his neck to pull him closer again. “By the way, you were incredible. Sex with you is always exceptional—”

“Exceptional?” He chuckles. “Sounds like I’m being graded.” Kneeling next to me, he asks, “What’s my grade, Teacher? And can I do any extra credit to bring it up?”

I lie back in the colorful rope netting and laugh. “Bringing it up is what got me into this mess.”

“Mess, as in married to the love of your life who also happens to be the most attractive man to walk the earth, and you crushed on forever?” He winks. “It was forever, right?”

“Forever.” I lean up and kiss him. And then again for good measure. “And bigger than earth, the most attractive in the universe.”

“I could say the same about you.”

“Don’t be shy then.”

He chuckles. “I don’t know how I ended up catching a shooting star, but you’re a sight to behold and I feel so fucking lucky that I get to spend my life and thereafter with you.”

My hand covers my heart as my love for this man begins to overwhelm me. I’ll never get enough of him. I’m not sure what I did to deserve my personal Romeo, but I’ll never take him for granted. He scoops me into his arms. “I love you.”

And honestly, I think it’s just to be closer again. I feel the same. I wrap my arm around his neck, nuzzling the tip of my nose against his chest as he moves into the bedroom. “I love you, too, but if you’re wanting a repeat, it’s too soon.”

“Not a repeat.” He sets me in the middle of the bed that faces the ocean. This sure beats the hay back in that old barn. “I’m going to take care of you, babe.”

“I like the sound of this.” I like his eyes drinking me in even more, but I don’t want to sidetrack him by mentioning it. “What does taking care of me entail pray tell?”

“A lot of nakedness.” He grins as he pulls the bikini strings at my hips. “And I’m thinking watermelon or pineapple. Both are packed with vitamins and nutrients.”

Who am I to argue with facts?

I lift so he can pull the small strip of red fabric from my body and toss it behind him. “Both sound delicious to me.”

Climbing onto the bed, he dips between my legs not taking his time but taking what he wants and licks me like I’m his favorite flavor. Then he places a gentle kiss on my lower lips. “I’ll be gentle but let me know if anything—”

“It hurts because you stopped.” I’m so weak to this man.

Always was.

Always will be.

And seeing that wedding ring on his finger takes this weakness to a whole new level. The best part is that he’s weak to me as well. And since I’m already sore, why hold back now?

He chuckles, the warmth of his breath caressing me down there. I close my eyes, feeling instead of thinking, savoring when he starts kissing me again, and then dragging his tongue over my clit to tease.

At this rate, I’m going to be pregnant before we fly back to Texas.

Best honeymoon ever.

***

“Room service at any hour, this incredible view, massages on the beach, and five-star meals every evening? You’re spoiling me rotten and I could so get used to this life.”

Tagger chuckles, causing his body to vibrate under me. The back of my head is kissed, and he starts to rub my back and then down my spine. I was already relaxed but the comfort the simple gestures bring is undeniable. Tagger doesn’t only love me with his whole being, but also brings me peace.

We’ve not moved from the bed since we fell back into each other hours ago, and it’s been pure bliss. We’ve napped and woken, quietly stared at the ocean lost in our own thoughts. The connection we share is always there physically and emotionally.

A yawn slips out and my eyelids dip closed, heavy and begging for another nap. I start to give in, but I can’t stop thinking about how good this feels—the moment, his arms, the beauty of this island, and that serenity that always travels with me because of him. Through the open doors of the honeymoon suite, the water and palm trees are framed perfectly from this angle. It’s so beautiful that I whisper, “I never want to leave.”

His hand stills on my back, and he asks, “You want to leave the ranch and move to Hawaii?” The surprise in his tone isn’t lost on me. 

We have all day to nap, so I prop onto my elbow to look back at him. “The view is amazing, but it’s not that. The food is so good. There’s even someone ready to answer every beck and call, but I’m okay drawing my own bath.”

“Then what is it, beautiful?” He pushes my hair back from the side of my face and smiles at me. “What do you love so much?”

“You. So much. And listening to your heartbeat.” I lie back down, resting my head on his chest. “It’s all I need. Nothing fancy. Just you and that steady beat. It’s clearer here or maybe it’s that my mind is, which allows me to hear it better.”

“It’s paradise. And there’s no one I’d want to experience this with other than you.” Words fall away as we lie there in each other’s arms. A few moments pass, and then he whispers, “Hey Pris?”

“Hm?”

“Do you want to make a baby on our honeymoon?”

I lie there like my heart didn’t just skip like a pebble across the top of the water, and then grin like a fool. Pushing up this time, I climb on top of him, straddling him where I want him most. He’s already so hard as if he’s been waiting for me to make a move. I rock back and then again, the feeling already building inside me. “I’m easily persuaded, Mr. Grange.”  

He reaches over and grabs the black felt cowboy hat I insisted on bringing with us and sets it on my head. His gaze dips to my bare breasts before his hands are kneading them. With a flick of his thumb over my nipples, he says, “You’re so fucking sexy. And all mine. How’d I get so lucky?”

“Right place right time?”

That has the right side of his face rising into a rogue smile. “I’d say so.”

My need for him grows, too strong to restrain, so I slide over his length with our eyes locked together. As deliciously good as this feels, I know what I really want—a family with this man. “I forgot my birth control pills back in Texas. They’re on my nightstand where I purposely left them.”

“I didn’t know you were such a bad girl, Mrs. Grange.”

Resting my palms on his chest, I lean down just shy of a breath away from him. “I think you knew exactly how bad I can be.” Watching his smirk rise again and seeing the adoration in his eyes feels like a victory. “So, what are you waiting for, dear husband?”

“Not waiting. Appreciating.”

The romance of his words while I rub myself shamelessly against him make feel loved and emboldened. “I know just how you can properly appreciate me.”

“Does it involve fruit?”

I lean down and kiss him, letting our tongues linger together before sitting up again. “It most definitely involves fruit and that amazing mouth of yours.”

“Again?” His eyebrow cocks as smugness takes over his expression.

“I’ll never get enough.”

“So fucking naughty,” he says, grabbing me by the hips and flipping me flat on my back to the mattress. Hovering over me as he maneuvers his body into position. He kisses me and then his lips press to mine as I latch my arms around his neck, my legs around his midsection, and when he pushes in, our bodies become one again.

Complete.

Yes, content.

Yes. Satisfied.

But this is how me makes me feel even when we’re not together.

Wholly complete.

Cupping his face, I kiss his cheek, and then say, “This is a nice vacation, but I can’t wait to start our forever together back on the ranch.”

My husband stops, his body stilling deep inside me, and he tilts his head back to catch my eyes with a smile that doesn’t bother to hide inside. “My forever started the day I caught you—”

I laugh. It’s light and freeing. “Falling off the Peaches Sundries counter?”

“And right into my arms where you belong.” As he starts moving, I suck in a breath and start to close my eyes, savoring him once again. But then I open my eyes to see his still fixed on mine. Pushing my hair back from my face, he anchors his elbows to the mattress on either side of my shoulders. The slow tease has me moving, seeking more. And when I feel I can’t take it, forgetting all about the soreness, and desperate for him to make love to me like it’s that first time in the barn all over again, he says, “I will never get enough of you, Mrs. Grange. Not of this. Not of our life together. You’ve made me a version of happy I didn’t know existed. And all because you wanted a cheddar biscuit.”

“Mm.” I relish his happiness, knowing I helped make that happen. “You’re making me hungry, but it was never about the cheddar biscuits, don’t you know? It was always about wanting you more than any biscuit that ever crossed these lips.”

“I thought I was the one who was supposed to be charming?”

Tightening my hold around his neck, I start a slow gyrate against his thrusts, feeling him deeper, wanting all of him, and lose myself in this heaven on earth. But it’s me and I’m mouthy, so I grin like I just got busted staring at the man who used to be off-limits. Fine, I’m totally busted. “I like to keep you on your toes.”

“That you do, my dear wife. Never change that side of you.” His gaze falls to my mouth, and he licks his lips. “It’s one of my favorite things on a never-ending list of loves of my Pris.”

It’s tempting to tit for tat with him, even in a loving and fun way, but this feels too good to not be fully present. And since we leave in four days, we need to make the most of our time because I can’t wait to raise a family with this man. He’s everything and more than I ever dreamed possible.

It all started with a crush and here we are married, living our happily ever after.

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