Beautiful Storm (San Francisco End Game #1)

Bonus Scene

Luke

My eyes are heavy by the time I get Juliet to sleep but when I enter the living room looking for Amelia, a new energy courses through my veins. “Jesus Christ.”

Amelia’s completely naked and on her knees for me with her hands by her side. She’d be giving off submissive vibes if she didn’t have a sassy grin plastered on her face.

“I waited like a good girl,” she gloats, lifting her shoulders in the smallest of shrugs. “Are you going to deny me now?”

Fuuck. Deny her? What sane person would ever do that. I’m in awe of her.

“Cat got your tongue? That’s a shame, because I wanted you to use that later.”

She pouts while my cock twitches. “Jesus. Who the fuck are you and what have you done with my wife?”

Amelia holds her expression and just when I think she’s been hiding this version of herself, she bursts out laughing. “I have no idea, but seeing your reaction was so much fun. In all seriousness though, get your ass…or should I say your cock over here so I can please my man.”

Fuck. “I’m on it.” Who am I to turn her down when she’s asking so nicely?

I slowly make my way over, taking her in, enjoying the beauty that is my wife until her smile drops.

“Are you okay?” she asks, concern now etched in her features.

“God, yes. You just caught me off guard and I wanted to savor it. Because holy-fucking-hell you are a vision. There’s a good chance I fell asleep waiting for Juliet to settle and I’m dreaming right now. But I don’t care, I’m embracing it.”

“Shut up.” She giggles. “You’re talking like a guy that never has sex.”

“Nope, I’m talking like a guy who can’t believe how lucky he is to be married to a goddess.”

“God, you’re full of it. Take off your pants.”

I bite back a laugh and nod, reaching for my zipper. “As you wish.”

Amelia licks her lips and the fire in her eyes elicits a deep groan in the back of my throat. “Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to blow my load before we’ve even begun.”

“Jesus, Luke.” Her eyes widen before she frowns. “I didn’t need to hear that.”

“Just telling it like it is.” I shrug with a straight face, only smiling when Amelia laughs.

“This was supposed to be a fantasy for you and you’re ruining it.” She’s pouting but I can tell she’s joking. I’d be willing to bet I know her better than her journal does. And if I don’t, I plan to get there soon.

But even if she’s joking, she’s wrong. “Trust me, Ace. You are my fantasy. Doesn’t matter what you do.”

“In that case.” She moves to stand but I grab her shoulder to still her.

“Oh no. This is happening.”

Ignoring her laugh as she repositions herself, I lower my pants and briefs and wink. I could get used to this. Opening my mouth, I’m ready to give her another cocky remark but she cuts off my response when she leans forward and wraps a hand around my shaft, her tongue poking out to lick my tip. She gazes up at me, her expression full of want… no need and—

“Fuck. You want this too?”

Amelia raises an eyebrow in challenge, but my question was rhetorical. I know she does. And when she runs her tongue along the length of my cock before sucking me into her mouth, I’m gone for her. She can have what she wants. Take all of me. I’m hers. For more than just this.

Reaching behind me, she grabs my ass with her free hand and pulls me into her, rocking me until I’m fucking her face, her hand working my shaft just as hard as her mouth is.

Her body shakes as she moans against my cock and the vibrations have me jerking forward and hitting the back of her throat. “Jesus. Fuck. Are you okay?”

Her fingers curl into my ass, holding me in place as she subtly nods.

That, combined with the vision of her tits bouncing, and I’m teetering dangerously close to the edge.

“God, you're good.”

She pulls off and runs her tongue across my tip, before licking her lips again and taking me deeper than she ever has. A spark works its way down my spine and I have to fight not to pound into her, even though I have no doubt she’d take it.

She moans again and I clench my teeth as my balls tighten. I have never wanted to come down her throat more than I do now, but we’re on borrowed time these days and I want to fuck her even more.

“Stop.” I sink my hands into her hair and gently pull her to a stop, though it pains me. “I want to finish inside you.”

“But—”

“Please.” I beg, loving when Amelia’s eyes widen.

“As you wish.” She raises an eyebrow as she stands, and the second her pussy’s within my reach, I glide my finger through her wet folds before easily sinking it inside her.

“What are you doing?” She gasps for air, falling into me.

“I’m making sure you’re ready.”

“And…”

“I’d say you like being on your knees.”

“Only for you. I never—”

“Don’t even joke about that.” I cut her off so she can’t sass me again. She can’t help it. If I was born to love her, she was born to drive me wild.

“Okay, I’m shutting up, but can you quit talking?”

Without a word, I walk her backward until her legs hit the couch and then spin her around, bending her over with her hands on the back rest and her ass up in the air.

It’s a beautiful sight, but I have to keep moving.

Dropping to my knees, I spread her legs and run my tongue though her center, smiling against her clit when her body trembles and she lets out a soft moan.

I lick her torturously slowly, teasing until she’s begging for more, desperate for it. And it’s not until I feel her body tense that I finally pick up the pace, alternating between sucking and biting her clit, while my fingers explore her pretty little pussy. Or should I say mine.

Because just like she owns all of me, she willingly handed over every piece of her and I have no intention of ever giving it back.

Rolling my tongue around her entrance, I circle her clit with my thumb, listening as her panting increases, working her until she’s a writhing mess for me. The more she moans, the harder it is for me to concentrate with my cock begging me for attention. So when she bucks against my face, rolling her hips as she cries out, I can’t wait any longer. Seeing Amelia come apart has always been my weakness and I’m ready to explode.

Standing tall, I grab her hips and line myself up with her entrance before sinking into her in one go, both of us groaning at the connection.

I don’t ask if she’s good, because her whimpers tell me everything I need to know and when she rocks back into me, she confirms it.

“Jesus, Amelia.”

“No talking.”

Noted. I chuckle before pounding into her, my release so close I have to bite my cheek to starve it off, waiting for her to catch up.

Leaning over her, I glide my hand around her middle, slowly making my way toward her center, gritting my teeth when she cries out again.

“God, Luke. Are you close?”

“So close. I need you to—”

“Yes. God. Yes.”

I press a finger to her clit as she drops her upper body to the couch, creating a new angle and squeezing my cock so tight, I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to.

She buries her face in a pillow, muffling her voice as she cries out, her body shaking while her orgasm hits her with full force.

I groan one last time before spilling into her, my body convulsing just as the baby monitor comes to life and Juliet’s cries permeate the air. “Jesus. Ah. Fuck.” I jolt while Amelia continues to tease me, rocking back and forth, knowing it drives me insane. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

“Yep.”

“I’ve got to go.” I pump into her a few more times before grunting as I pull out, immediately reaching for my briefs.

“I can go,” Amelia drops onto the couch, her beautiful face flustered and happy. “You only just put her to sleep,” she adds and my jaw comically drops.

“I didn’t just put her to sleep. Come on now. We’ve been at this for at least thirty minutes. Give me some credit.”

She rolls her eyes while I chuckle, bopping her on the nose. “I’ve got this. You can do the three a.m. shift.” I wink before walking away. She always does that shift because Juliet wants milk and that’s the one thing I can’t provide for her.

I’ve just reached the door when Amelia calls out and I smile in anticipation. “You left the monitor on,” she whispers loudly over Juliet’s soft wail.

“I did.” I smirk to myself. “Funny that. It’s been on since I first went in to put her down to sleep. I know how much you love seeing me in Dad mode.”

I turn to move when Amelia stops me again.

“Wait? You played me.”

“What? Me?” I raise my hands in innocence. “Never.” I totally played her. I didn’t know it would lead to her naked and on her knees for me, but I knew seeing me in “dad mode” as she calls it, always puts her in the mood if we’re about to have some time alone.

She scoffs while I bite back my grin and turn away. “You, Luke Bennett, are lucky I love you.”

I don’t have to look back to know she’s shaking her head with a smile.

“Believe me, Ace, I know. I tell myself that daily.”

And I never plan to stop.

Thank you for reading Beautiful Storm. I hope you enjoyed this bonus scene.